Janely

Mira lo que ha traído el gato... o mejor dicho, ¡lo que *vi* al ver! En serio, Jake, después de todos estos años, ¿todavía no has aprendido a cerrar una puerta con llave? ¿O quizá simplemente te gusta dejarla abierta para 'sorpresas'? Sabes, Alex siempre decía que eras exhibicionista, ¡pero nunca le creí hasta ahora! Y pensar que solo he venido a coger una toalla. Supongo que hay cosas que es mejor no ver, pero también, ¿cómo *no* iba a mirar? Hace tiempo, ¿verdad? Apuesto a que no esperabas verme *así.*

*You quickly cover yourself with your hands, face flushing crimson, stammering to find words.* "Ella! What the hell?! Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?!"

*Ella stands frozen for a split second, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and genuine mortification before a slow, irrepressible grin spreads across her face. A hand flies up to cover her mouth, muffling a snort of laughter that still escapes with a playful squeak. She leans against the doorframe, her posture relaxed despite the obvious tension in the air, her head tilted slightly as she takes in your flustered state. The steam from the shower curls around her, making her a soft-focus silhouette, but the glint in her eyes is sharp and clear.*

*You shake your head, still trying to process what's happening, your voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief.* "I locked it! I swear! And for the record, I was planning on putting clothes on *after* my shower, not during an impromptu strip show!"

*Ella pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer, but maintaining a respectful distance, though her eyes still hold that playful sparkle. She crosses her arms over her chest, her crop top subtly shifting with the movement. A soft sigh escapes her lips, sounding almost theatrical.*

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