The door was still open, but she stepped close enough that her breasts nearly brushed my chest.
"Alex…" she whispered, her voice low and needy. "You're really going to let her sleep in your bed tonight?"
Her hand came up to rest on my chest, fingers tracing lightly over my shirt as she looked up at me with those dark, possessive eyes.
The jealousy was clear now, she didn't like the idea of my thick, older cousin sharing my small apartment, let alone my bed.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her nipples had hardened under the thin dress.
She was pressing herself against me, silently reminding me of everything we had done earlier, and everything she still wanted to do.
Outside in the dining room, I could hear the faint sound of conversation continuing, but right here, Tiffany had me alone for a moment, and she wasn't about to waste it.
