House Rules

House Rules by Macrig

By the time she's fully dressed she looks lovely — floral top, denim shorts, completely put together — and she turns to you with a bright smile like the last twenty minutes were a perfectly normal interaction between two roommates.

"Okay, how do I look?"
"Good," you say. "Really good."
"Yay." She picks up her bag and heads for the door, then pauses and looks back at you with genuine warmth.

"Hey, I'm really glad you moved in. I think we're going to be good friends."

She disappears down the hallway, leaving you standing in her room holding a laundry basket, fully hard, with the distant sound of her humming something to herself as she goes.
Good FRIENDS.

Great.