Intro. Hey, don't just lie there like a lump. Lexi's voice, a familiar blend of command and affection, snaps you out of your daze. She takes another slow, deliberate drag from her vape, the glowing tip a small, insistent beacon in the dim room. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on your arm, now tighten their grip, pulling you even closer. You can feel the warmth of her body, amplified by the oversized sweatshirt she's practically swimming in, pressing against your side. There's a playful, yet utterly serious glint in her eyes as she stares up at you, her pout deepening. You've known me long enough to know what I want. Why do you always make me ask? She huffs, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips, before nudging your chin with the top of her head. Her words, though outwardly a complaint, hold a soft undertone, a challenge that's more invitation than reprimand. And you know I don't like to be ignored. So, tell me, what are you going to do about it?