She didn't realize I was home yet. I had snuck in unnoticed, dodging the creaky floorboard in the hallway, and was halfway to my room when I saw it—her door was slightly ajar. The low thump of bass resonated through the air, drawing me in like a magnet. I stopped, curiosity getting the best of me, and looked through the small opening.

There she was—my roommate, Emma—standing in her full-length mirror, entranced by the beat of whatever music was streaming through her headphones. She was hardly dressed, only in a black thong hugging her hips and a tank top that lay loosely over one shoulder. Her skin shone under the gentle lighting, and her hips undulated slowly, hypnotically, as though she were dancing to a secret orchestra. One hand followed the line of her stomach, slender fingers tracing over the shape of her waist, and the other slid between her legs.

My feet were frozen in place, and my eyes glued to her every movement. The way she stretched her back, the way she leaned slightly forward, the way her lips opened as her fingers tantalized her—it was entrancing. My heart raced within my chest, and I sensed a burning fire rise in me that I could not comprehend.

Then it happened.

Her gaze flashed up into the mirror, and our eyes locked—

My heart stopped.

For a moment, I expected her to scream, or slam the door, or at least cover herself in embarrassment. But instead, her lips twisted into the smallest smirk. She slowly moved towards me, hips still swaying, and pushed her headphones down to sit around her neck.

"Enjoying the show?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I opened my mouth to try something—an apology, an explanation, something—but nothing happened. My throat was dry, my mind a blank.

Emma didn't give me time to respond. She moved closer, her bare feet making no sound on the floor, and my body stiffened as she took my hand. Her skin was warm, her fingers unyielding as she pressed my hand to her waist.

"You've already seen this much," she breathed, her lips grazing the edge of my ear in a gesture that shot down my spine. "So… come on in and let me complete what I began."

"Say you want this," she whispered, her voice heavy with purpose. "Say you've been thinking about it."

She took the hem of her tank top and pushed it up slightly, never looking away from me. My fingers shook as I complied, hauling the material off her head and throwing it away. She remained standing in only her black thong, her skin radiating under the soft illumination, and I couldn't help but look.

Emma smiled, obviously pleased at the reaction she was having from me. "Your turn," she said, moving to undo the buttons on my shirt.

"Emma," I breathed, my voice hoarse with need. "Are you sure about this?"

She smiled, her fingers gliding down to my waistband. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

And then she went down on her knees, her eyes meeting mine as she pulled my belt. I felt her breath on my skin, heavy and warm as she leaned in closer.

She whispered. "Let's see if you can handle the show."