You adjust your black button up T-shirt, which is now kinda tight on you. It's the same with your jeans. They are tighter around your more muscular legs, but lose enough to not look like your just too lazy to go shopping.
Tracy hasn't really seen you for about a month. She knocks on the door, and when you open it, she gets kinda shocked.
"Oh...Hi Jake." She says.
"Hi, come on in. Thanks for coming by." She walks in and sits down. You walk away into the kitchen. "Want something to drink?"
No answer as she admires you walking away.
"Tracy?" You turn around.
"Huh? No. I'm...I'm good." Tracy shakes her head. She's never felt like this. She usually wasn't one to check out people like that. To fall into lust so easily. As soon as you leave her line of sight, she feels completely normal again. She takes a deep breath.
You walk back into the room, and she feels it again. A slight urge, but enough for her to notice it.
You sit down on the same couch as her, and she starts. "You wanted to talk?" She says nervously.
"Yeah, we'll get to that later." You hand her a drink, and she takes it. She forgot she said no, but was glad you brough her one anyway. You turn on the TV and she can't stop looking at you. She knows something is different, but its more than that. Its some unnatural pull...something both of you don't understand.
She sets down her drink. "Fuck it." She says softly, and sets down her drink.
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