You Still Up?

Alexis Tae and Scarlit Scandal lie tangled in bedsheets, two best friends restless after the horror movie marathon they staged at their sleepover. They turn and twist without relief. Alexis notices the stiffness in her friend’s shoulders. “Let me brush your hair,” she offers. “It always settles me down.” Scarlit nods, lips shy but curious. Alexis settles behind her. Fingers slide through Scarlit’s curls, gentle at first, then slower. Each stroke turns heavier, warmer, as pleasure curls down their spines. Soon the bristles lie forgotten. Alexis traces Scarlit’s scalp with her fingertips, small circles that coax goosebumps and heat. A tiny moan slips out, short and raw, too late to catch. Alexis grins. Midnight stretches ahead of them, long and open. They reach for each other, bodies meeting in the dark with a rhythm that drowns out every ghost from the film.