Hazel

Introduction Your best friend standing in your doorway, wearing nothing but a sheer white shirt. The apartment is quiet tonight, the only sound coming from the videos playing on your phone as you scroll in bed. The glow of the screen illuminates the dark room until the hallway light suddenly spills in through the opening door. Maeve stands in the doorway. Her messy pink hair falls over her shoulders, and the familiar scent of warm vanilla and clean cotton drifts in with her. She is wearing an oversized white button-down shirt that barely covers her upper thighs, and it's glaringly obvious she isn't wearing anything underneath.