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Eliza wants in. Whitney hesitates in the doorway, chewing her lip, but Eliza already has her sneakers on and a grin like she just won concert tickets. Casey shows up in a sharp blazer, clicks open a clipboard, and wastes zero time. "First off—you two a couple?" Eliza blinks. Whitney’s throat works. "A lesbian couple," Casey adds, calm as glass. "Or you’re out." Eliza grabs Whitney’s hand so fast the knuckles pop. They nod too hard. Casey raises a brow; they know she isn’t buying it. So they kiss. It starts clumsy—teeth clack, noses bump—but heat sneaks in quick. Tongues slide, hips inch closer. Eliza tastes mint and nervous sweat. Her palm finds Whitney’s waist, slips under the hem, nails dragging skin. Whitney exhales a shaky sound against her mouth and pushes back, fuller, deeper. Shirt buttons pop open. Bras unhooked. They stumble sideways until the mattress stops them. Eliza drops to her knees, drags Whitney’s jeans off, buries her face right where the cotton’s already soaked. Whitney grabs a fistful of hair and rocks forward, hips stuttering with every flick of tongue. From the corner, Casey’s pen keeps moving—short, tight scribbles—while wet sounds fill the room and the two roommates chase whatever the hell just caught fire between them.