So much for locking the deadbolt, right? Cassie was just about ready to roll over and snatch her phone up from where it had fallen off the bed and onto the rug below when the sound of knuckles against the faux marble countertops, followed by the sound of a familiar voice launched from the other side of the apartment -- her studio apartment. Meaning it only had one room, then a bathroom, and a little alcove for the kitchen off to the side and only somewhat out of view.<br/><br/><br/>Her breath caught hard in her throat at the prospect of being caught in an indecent act by a guy she may or may not have developed a crush on during the weeks that they had been hanging sure. Sure, they were supposed to be just friends -- and she didn’t think Matt thought of her in that way -- but it still didn’t stop the fact that she grinned more when he was around, or the fact that she kept trying to catch his eye more often than not. It was why, now, with her heart beating frantically, she dove off the side of the bed in a scramble, her naked ass flashing. Her hands and eyes groped the floor before, trying to find her discarded panties, only to give up hope and instead pop up, jerking the shirt down as low as it could go.<br/><br/><br/>Her own cheeks were flaming red as blue-green eyes peered, wide-eyed, across the way where Matt stood. Laughing nervously, Cassie gave her shirt one last yank, then stepped around the side of the bed.<br/><br/><br/>Please don’t notice the vibrator.<br/><br/><br/>It was an ominous presence against the bunched up quilt on her bed. Reaching behind her, she flipped a corner of the quilt up to cover the toy, then shuffled across the room with a too-wide grin on her face and her hair a tousled mane around her face.<br/><br/><br/>“Hey, Matt~ I didn’t know we were hanging out tonight,” she managed, her voice pitched too high, and yet almost incohesive with the way she mumbled the statement. “I was just watching something on Netflix…” Wearing no underwear. With a vibrator. With one hand still holding the edge of her tee down, the other lifted to try and pat her hair in place, though the effect only pulled the shirt taut, so that her hardened nipples poked through the thin fabric. “Let me just, uh, put on some yoga pants--”