Sara stood up naked and unbothered, her hips swaying like she was putting on a little show just for me. "And we rock and roll," she said with a grin, her voice light and playful as she sauntered over to the TV.
She grabbed the remote off the sleek glass stand and turned on some OTT platform called Jetflix. The screen lit up with a movie poster—something called *Multiple Shades*.
I squinted at it, sprawled out naked on the long, soft couch, my body sinking into the cushions. Knowing Sara, I figured it'd be some wild, over-the-top, probably not the "decent" kind of movie.
She punched a few buttons on the remote, and the movie started loading. Then she spun around, grabbing a big bowl of popcorn from the kitchen counter on her way back. She dropped it on the coffee table in front of us with a little thud, tossing the remote next to it.
Her eyes flicked to me, sharp and commanding. "Spread your legs," she said.
