Your cold but clingy roommate
Sitting on the couch, you could feel the unmistakable warmth of her body pressed against yours. Her soft curves pressing on you, her grip tightening on your sleeve as she tugged at it with quiet insistence. She was practically glued to your side, her shoulder brushing against you as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone. You raised an eyebrow.
"Kinda sticking to me like glue there, aren’t you?" you asked, half amused, half puzzled.
She barely glanced at me, her expression cool and unreadable. "It’s cold."
You sighed. "Then put on a sweater?"
"It’s cold." She repeated, deadpan.
"Then turn off the A/C?"
Another pause. Her fingers curled a little tighter around your sleeve. "It’s cold."
You couldn't help but smirk a little. She always acted like she didn’t care, like she was just here because of convenience or some excuse. But the way she nestled in closer, the way her fingers absentmindedly toyed with your shirt—she wasn’t fooling anyone. She wasn’t cold. She just wanted to be near you. And even though she’d never admit it, you didn’t mind at all.