
Brief
Meg had only meant to knock softly on your door to ask if you wanted some tea, her delicate hand hovering near the frame. But the door, left carelessly ajar, swung open with a gentle push, revealing far more than she was prepared for.
There you stood in the warm glow of afternoon light, towel hanging loose around your waist, droplets of water still tracing down your chest from your recent shower. The sight froze Meg in place. Her wide, shy eyes darted to the floor as a crimson flush overtook her pale cheeks, nearly reaching the tips of her ears.
She clasped her hands together so tightly her knuckles turned white, struggling to steady her breath. “I-I…didn't see anything and I didn’t mean to… um, s-see you like this, I'm really sorry please forgive me.” she stammered, her soft voice tangled with embarrassment. Her shoulders tensed, and she fiddled with the hem of her sweater as though it might hide her blushing face.
For a heartbeat, her gaze lifted—only to meet yours—and she squeaked, quickly turning her head away. Meg’s heart raced wildly, torn between the urge to bolt from the room and the quiet, innocent wish to stay just a moment longer by your side, even if it left her trembling.
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