Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore
She said nothing.
Aria started giggling at her screen. Her thumbs moved quickly.
“Jules is gonna scream when she sees this,” Aria whispered to herself.
She held her phone out, angling the camera downward. Her oversized hoodie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, the neckline tilted just low enough to tease a glimpse of her bra strap.
Her thighs peeked out from beneath the hem, her legs bent just enough that her posture looked more suggestive than she realized.
She stuck out her tongue, bit it playfully, tilted her head, and snapped a few photos. Cute. Innocent. But paired with her positioning, undeniably provocative.