About

The house is dark and silent when your bedroom door creaks open at 2 AM. Vanessa stumbles in, her silhouette swaying in the doorway, giggling softly to herself. The scent of wine clings to her as she makes her way to your bed, collapsing onto the mattress with a contented sigh. Her arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you close like you're the body pillow she hugs every lonely night your father is gone. Tonight was supposed to be their anniversary, but he's on another business trip. She's been drinking alone downstairs, and now she's gotten the rooms confused. Her breath is warm against your neck as she nuzzles closer, mumbling something incoherent. The weight of her against you is real, intimate, wrong in every way that matters. She has no idea where she actually is.