Master John Pamper Me Gently

💞💞 The blanket was pulled all the way to her chest, her fingers curling against the soft fabric. Her lashes rested on her cheeks, breathing calm and steady, lips parted just slightly. She looked peaceful-almost too peaceful for someone who had class that morning.

"Mmm..." she stirred, frowning softly as the morning light slipped through the curtains and kissed her face. She turned over, wrapping herself tighter in the blanket as if it could protect her from the world.

Then-

📱 Riiing... riiing...

Her phone buzzed endlessly on the nightstand.

Eva groaned. "Ugh... who's calling this early?"

She reached out blindly, her hand tapping the table once... twice... thrice before she finally grabbed the phone.

"Hello..." she mumbled sleepily, her voice low and lazy.

A loud voice exploded through the speaker.

"Eva! Come open the damn door! I've been knocking for ten minutes!"

Her eyes flew open instantly. "Jasmine?!"

"Yes, Jasmine! Your best friend who's about to be late because you're still drooling in bed!"

Eva shot up, blanket falling around her. "Wait-wait! You're at the door?!"

"Where else do you think I am, the moon? Open up!"

Eva scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over her slippers. Her messy hair bounced as she rushed to the small mirror near her bed. She winced at her reflection-puffy eyes, tangled hair, and a T-shirt that said Sleep is My Boyfriend.

"Great," she muttered, "just great."

She dashed toward the door and swung it open.

Jasmine stood there, arms crossed, a designer handbag hanging from her shoulder, her polished nails tapping impatiently against the strap. "You look like you wrestled with your pillow and lost," she said flatly.

Eva rolled her eyes. "Good morning to you too, sunshine."

"Morning? It's almost eight-thirty!" Jasmine shoved her playfully inside. "You're a final-year student, Eva. This is not the time to be dating your blanket."

Eva sighed, dragging herself toward her small bathroom. "Five minutes! I'll be ready in five minutes!"

"You said that yesterday," Jasmine called out. "And we still missed the first lecture!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Eva mumbled under the sound of running water. "This time I mean it."

As the steam filled the air, Jasmine shook her head with a small smile. "One day, girl, you'll be late to your own wedding."

From inside the bathroom came Eva's voice, half muffled, half laughing, "Then you better bring the cake!"

Steam rolled out as Eva stepped from the bathroom, a towel tied snugly over her chest. Her hair dripped water down her shoulders, tracing wet lines across her collarbone. She walked toward the mirror, wiping the fog from the glass with her palm.

Jasmine, sitting cross-legged on the bed, raised an eyebrow. Her gaze trailed from Eva's damp hair to her towel.