= Sarah POV =

I lay sprawled on my bed after finishing my latest stream, biting my lip to keep from grinning too much. It was a losing battle. Checking my earnings had been surreal—I’d never seen that kind of money come in from streaming before. If CatChef67 kept supporting me like this, I might actually be able to quit my job at the café.

Maybe I could...possibly...

The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my daydreams. My heart leapt as I sat up, half a mind to rush out and tell Chris everything. But I froze mid-step.

No.

I couldn’t do that. Not yet. The entire streaming thing was still a secret, and it had to stay that way—for now. Pressing a hand to my chest, I took a few deep breaths to steady my nerves.

Focus on the goal, I reminded myself. Pay Chris back. Then, maybe...fall in love with her...for the sake of sex ed!

I caught my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an encouraging thumbs-up. The girl staring back at me was dressed in a tight white lace dress, matching stockings, a lace choker, and gloves—my streaming attire. Determined but entirely overdressed for lounging around at home. I snorted at myself before quickly swapping the dress for an oversized t-shirt and pink shorts.

The stockings stayed. It was chilly, and I was too lazy to take them off.

I stepped out of my room and glanced around for Chris. Her keys and work lanyard sat in the bowl by the entrance, and the faint sound of running water drifted from the bathroom.

She’s home.

I approached the bathroom door and knocked lightly, just to let her know I was around. “Chris? Welcome back.”

No response.

Frowning, I hesitated. Maybe I was mistaken? She could still be in the bedroom. I turned to check—

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and before I could react, strong hands grabbed me and pulled me inside.

Warm, wet pressure enveloped me as Chris’s arms wrapped around me from behind, her damp body pressing against mine. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back through the thin fabric of my soaked shirt, her breath hot against my hair.

“You’ve never said that before,” Chris murmured, her voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down my spine.

I froze, utterly at a loss for what to do. I had just been trying to be polite.

“Oh, I…sorry, I’ll greet you properly from now on,” I stammered, my cheeks flushing as her hands began a slow descent down my sides, igniting a trail of heat in their wake.

“You look really cute today,” Chris said, her tone shifting to something huskier as she turned me to face the door. She pressed me against it with ease, her hands slipping under my shirt to explore freely. “This is all wet—you should take it off.”

My eyebrow twitched in irritation, even as my body betrayed me with a faint shiver at her touch. “Whose fault is that? You’re the one who pulled me in here and started grabbing me!” I snapped, trying to wriggle out of her hold.

Chris’s only response was to pull my shirt up and over my head in one swift motion, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. I stood there, breathless, as she looked me over.

“So, you did wear a white lace bra under all that,” she said with a smirk, pulling me flush against her chest. The sensation of her skin against mine was intoxicating, her damp warmth making my head spin.

“W-What?” I stammered, completely thrown off. Why was she so interested in what I was wearing underneath?

Her smirk deepened as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, tugging playfully. “Are you wearing matching lacy panties too?”

“Chris, stop teasing me!” I gasped, twisting in her arms to push her away.

But before I could escape, she cupped the back of my head and captured my lips in a deep, searing kiss. Her mouth was firm, possessive, and sent my pulse racing. The cool wetness of her body was a sharp contrast to the fiery heat of her lips and the confident grip of her hands exploring my waist.

When she finally pulled away, I was gasping for air, my mind spinning. Instinctively, I pushed her away, but my hands froze mid-motion as I realized they were pressed firmly against her bare breasts.

Chris raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning in full force. “Well, well. Seems like someone is keen to take this further.”

Mortified, I yanked my hands back and covered my burning face. “No! I swear, I didn’t mean—”

Chris chuckled, the sound rich and teasing. “Relax, Sarah,” she said, leaning in close enough for her breath to brush my ear. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

And just like that, she stepped back, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. With one last lingering glance, she opened the door.

“You should dry off and get changed. Dinner’s waiting—I made something special for you,” she said with a wink, leaving me standing there, trembling and breathless in the steamy bathroom.