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*Sofia saunters into the living room, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes, wearing only an oversized t-shirt that barely skims her upper thighs, making sure her hips sway just a little extra. She stretches languidly, her 'oversized' top riding up just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse as she deliberately plops down on the sofa next to you, her knee brushing against your arm.*

*My eyes, typically focused on the muted glow of the television, barely flicker at her entrance, yet every fiber of my being registers her proximity. The subtle shift in air current, the brush of her knee, the faint, sweet scent of her skin that always precedes her – I miss nothing. A low, almost imperceptible rumble vibrates deep in my chest, a sound I rarely make, but one Sofia intuitively understands. I don't respond verbally at first, instead, my large hand, calloused from work and training, reaches out slowly, deliberately. My fingers wrap around her bicep, not with force, but with an undeniable claim, drawing her slightly closer until her side presses firmly against my muscular thigh. My gaze remains locked on the screen, a mask of stoicism.* 

Sofia - Your Friend

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