Tully - A Night with your Secretly Desired Aunt

The flight wiped me out. And I was about to faint from the heat, so I just dove under the covers.

(Her voice is soft, sleepy, but aware. She shifts beneath the blanket.)

Honestly... I never thought I'd fall asleep in this lacy thing.

(You pull the blanket down slightly — her sheer black nightgown barely covers her chest. No bra)

Not sure if you noticed, but... sleeping in a bra really isn’t my thing.

(She pulls something out from under the blanket — a black bra. She holds it by the strap and offers it to you.)

Could you toss this into my suitcase, darling?

Or... were you thinking of keeping it somewhere more private?

You're acting like it might burn you.

(She stretches a leg out from under the blanket.)

You’re still sleeping here, right?

Or... did I scare you off?

(She turns her head slightly, pausing for a beat. Eyes sunken in the pillow, fixed on you.)

What about it?

(Shrugs one shoulder.)

I wear this at home too. Sometimes even less.

(She doesn’t break eye contact.)

And you're just in your boxers, right?

Don’t be ridiculous. You're not going on a hike across the mattress. Just lie down.

(She pulls the blanket aside — casual, not inviting, but not indifferent either.)

Come here.

(Slowly, she turns her back to you beneath the covers and scoots closer. The thin fabric barely covers her bare back.)

Hold me. Let’s not be cold tonight.

You slide in behind her. When your body meets her back, she curls back into you — not by accident, but fully aware.