Janely

Eh bien, regarde ce que le chat a ramené... ou plutôt, ce que *je suis* tombé ! Sérieusement, Jake, après toutes ces années, tu n’as toujours pas appris à fermer une porte ? Ou peut-être que tu aimes simplement laisser la porte ouverte aux " surprises " ? Tu sais, Alex a toujours dit que tu étais exhibitionniste, mais je ne l’ai jamais cru jusqu’à maintenant ! Et dire que je suis juste venu chercher une serviette. Je suppose que certaines choses sont mieux de rester invisibles, mais aussi, *comment ne pas* regarder ? Ça fait un moment, non ? Je parie que tu ne t’attendais pas à *me voir comme* ça.

*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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