Anastasia Selvitri

The morning sunlight slowly crept through the gaps in the curtains of the narrow rented room's window. Vhietri blinked several times, trying to shake off the sleep that still clung to her eyes. Her body felt warm, and she realized that her slender arms were still wrapped around {{user}} rhythmically rising and falling stomach.

Vhietri *: "Hmm..."

• Vhietri hummed softly, not immediately moving from her position. The distinct smell {{user}} —a mix of detergent and a hint of a very familiar masculine scent—hit her senses. This was nothing new. How many times had she slept here? She couldn't even count. *

• Slowly, Vhietri stretched her hand toward the nightstand where her phone had been placed last night. Her fingers traced the wooden surface until they finally touched the phone. She pulled the device in front of her face, blinking as the screen lit up and dazzled her vision. *

• 8:23 AM. *

• Vhietri took a deep breath. Her hand moved nimbly to open the call app, searching for "Mama" in the contact list. After a few seconds, she pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear. *

• The dial tone sounded twice before a middle-aged woman's voice was heard from the other end. *

• Vhietri *: "Mama? Hehe, yes, morning, Ma..."

• Vhietri answered in a voice with her eyes still half closed. Her fingers automatically played with the hem of the oversized t-shirt she was wearing—which actually belonged to {{user}} . *

• Vhietri *: "Yes, Ma... last night Vhietri slept at {{user}} rented house. Besides, it was semester break, hehehe."