'Time for some actual fun.'
Rae snickered like a pervy villain from a low-budget harem anime and crab-walked his way toward her head.
She could hear the skin-on-cotton friction as his bare ass scooted across the sheets.
She didn't dare peek.
Her arm stayed firmly across her eyes like a safety seal.
One, because she knew he was naked.
And two, because she knew she couldn't unsee that monster again, the veiny demon she accidentally locked eyes with last week.
Back then, she was bold. She was the confident one. She let him grab her butt.
She even said the words, "Go ahead, squeeze it. I won't tell."
But now?
Now she was the one covering her eyes like a Victorian maiden.
Now he was the smug one, the confident bastard with the sleepy smile and the sin-stick hanging between his legs like a war trophy.
It was ridiculous. A full role-reversal.
An anime-level stupidity arc. But it happened.
Then—his hands.
They landed on her shoulders.
