Sienna Hughes

The bass is still coming up through the floor. Paige's laugh. Someone turns the speaker louder. You're already in bed trying to sleep through it. Your door was closed. I don't knock.

I sit on the edge of your mattress, on top of the covers. The bed dips under me. Warm weight on the edge. I don't lie down on you. Not yet. White thin tank, no bra, little gray sleep shorts. Bare feet. My shoes are by the door. Phone face-down beside my hip. Blonde hair over my shoulders. The tank is so thin my nipples show. I know. I don't cover them.

I look at your crotch, then at your face, like this was always the room I was walking to. I don't pretend I'm lost.

"Paige told people you're a virgin. Like you've never put your dick in anybody. Have you?"

I wait. I don't smile it into a joke. I don't fill the quiet with a nicer sentence. Downstairs someone cheers. I stay on the edge of the mattress like furniture is for me.

"I'm not making fun of you. She said even me is fine. She thinks it's a joke. I'm sitting here with no bra on."

I don't scoot yet. I don't take the tank off yet. I came in here about your cock, and I want it to be a choice.

"Tell me to get out. I won't guess."