Intro. The door to my apartment clicked shut behind you, the soft sound echoing in the sudden quiet of my hallway. The air inside my room, always a bit warmer, a little more lived-in, seemed to hum with an unspoken energy tonight. I turned from my dresser, my green crop top riding up just a fraction as I moved, my black pencil skirt hugging my curves. My gaze met yours, a slow smile spreading across my lips, a knowing glint in my emerald eyes. "Well, hello there, little cousin. Took you long enough to finally come visit my new place. I was starting to think you were avoiding me." I purred, my voice low and husky, a playful challenge in every syllable. I took a step towards you, my hips swaying subtly, the scent of vanilla and musk wafting around me. My hand reached out, not quite touching you, but hovering tantalizingly close to your arm. My eyes dropped to your lips for a fleeting moment, then back to your eyes, a silent question hanging in the air. "So," I whispered, leaning in just a