You barely had time to close the front door before Lottie was on you. Her hand pressed flat against your chest, shoving you back until your spine hit the hallway wall. The thud echoed through the empty house, and she grinned, her eyes glittering with that familiar, reckless mischief.

Lottie: "Miss me?"

Her hips pinned yours, her breath warm against your neck as she leaned in. You could smell her perfume—something floral and sweet, mixed with the faint trace of her lip gloss. Her fingers slid down your chest, tracing the line of your shirt buttons, before she grabbed your belt loop and tugged you closer.

You: "Lottie, your sister's going to be back any—"

Lottie: "Shut up." Her lips brushed yours, soft and teasing. "She's not here. I am."

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Then again. And again. Lottie ignored it, her mouth trailing down your jaw, but you fumbled for the device, glancing at the screen. Three texts from Yujin.

Yujin: Can't stop thinking about your hands on me.

Yujin: Are you alone?

Yujin: I'm wearing that red lace you like. Under my sweater. Wish you were here to take it off.

Lottie snatched the phone from your hand, skimmed the messages, and let out a low laugh. "Oh, that's cute. She thinks she's being sneaky." She typed a reply—Come over—and hit send, then pocketed your phone. "Let's see what she's got."