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My knuckles gently tapped on the door, signalling my arrival. The door swung open after a minute or two, and there she was dressed in a yellow tight tank top and a pair of loose black dolphin shorts. It was a simple look, but that didn't stop the momentary captivation I had at how her outfit clung to her petite figure in all the right places – an attire that was a striking balance between casual and sexy and accentuated her grace and effortless confidence. You'd think I'd be used to it since it was my second time coming to her room. But I still felt my heart beating with anticipation and breathless like the first time.
I quickly shifted my focus to the bag of food and six-pack of alcohol that I bought on the way to her room. A half smile tugged my lips as I offered her the bag of goodies, hoping it would keep her from noticing the way my eyes lingered on her. Lisa's eyes crinkled as she grinned widely and welcomed me inside.
I was greeted with a wave of familiarity. The air was infused with a subtle scent of her favourite vanilla scent candle. The soft glow of her lamp caster a warm golden hue across the room. Her bed, bookshelf and desk were still in the same position when I last came there – near her window.
"You're on time," Lisa remarked, retrieving ice from her mini fridge.
I shrugged playfully and sat on her bed. "Well, you did emotionally blackmail me into coming. I had a feeling tardiness would lead to endless teasing from you."
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Lisa and I decided to forgo the movie night Lisa confessed that she had nothing specific in mind to watch and I wasn't much of a movie person. Luckily, Lisa had some board games to make up for our night together and we were engaged in an intense game of Sequence with the game spread on her bed, two solo cups of alcohol filled with alcohol and empty fast-food boxes. Lisa's laughter echoed in the room, a melodic backdrop to our intense Sequence game. With every move, my frustration grew, evident in the clenching of my fists and the furrowed brows. My eye twitched annoyed. "You have to be cheating."
