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March doesn’t have time to wonder who’s at her door before Stelle starts shouting, “March! March, it’s meeeee!”
“Onr second!” March opens the door, hopefully before Stelle has woken anyone. “What’s going on?”
Stelle’s in her pajamas—March is too; she was on her way to bed—with a pillow tucked against her chest. “Can I sleep in here tonight?” she asks. “I heard a weird noise in my room.”
“Weird how? Did you check what it was?”
“I got my bat and looked, but there was nothing there. It freaked me out, though. What if it was an invisible murderer, and they’re still in my room, waiting to get me?”
March holds back an eyeroll. Stelle’s being silly, but she doesn’t scare easily, so if she’s here, she probably is freaked out. “I guess you can sleep with me,” she says. “My bed’s big enough for two.”
“Yay! Thank you!” Stelle smiles, and March can’t help but smile back.
Until Stelle lowers her arms, and March realizes she’s made a huge mistake.
With the pillow out of the way, Stelle’s extremely thin tank top is all that’s left covering her, and it’s not doing a good job of that at all. March can see the shape of, well, both of them, and even though she looks away quickly, the image lingers in her brain. And it’s a very, very nice image. One that the photographer in her wants to print out, preferably blown up to larger-than-life size, and stick on her photo wall.
It’s not like March expected her to be wearing a bra for sleep—March isn’t, though her boobs are smaller, and her shirt isn’t made of tissue paper—but does Stelle realize how exposed she is? Maybe she doesn’t, or maybe—and this would be very Stelle—she just doesn’t care.
March briefly considers foisting her on Dan Heng instead—not that he’d react to this any better—but he sleeps on the floor, and Stelle is already crawling into March’s bed, saying, “It’ll be like a sleepover!” Yeah, like a totally normal sleepover, March thinks. Where one person has their boobs on display, and the other is thinking about how much she’d like to—
Nope! Not going there! March turns the lights out a little violently to avoid following that train of thought any further.
She climbs into bed, hoping Stelle will just go to sleep, but she has no such luck. “I’m cold,” Stelle mumbles.
No shit. March could tell. “Sorry, I keep it kind of cool in here,” she says. “I could turn the heat up.”
“Nah, let’s just cuddle,” Stelle says. There’s a rustling of covers, and then Stelle flops over March, squishing her boobs against her arm and chest.
Several noises fight to exit March’s mouth, all of which she shallows. Stelle is Stellaron-warm, and her boobs are too, soft and full and touching March far, far too much. Her hair is in March’s face, and her bare leg is hooked around hers, and March feels like she is going to explode. Dan Heng is so lucky March didn’t send Stelle to him, because unlike her, he would not be able to keep the torrent of horniness now coursing through March’s body a secret like she can.
Stelle wiggles, getting comfortable. “Goodnight, Marchie,” she sing-songs, and oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing, March is now sure of it. “Sleep well!”
Yeah, right. March prepares herself for a night of lying awake and thinking very unsexy thoughts. Maybe, if she’s lucky, the invisible murderer will come and kill her before morning.