I let out a little sigh, sliding my key into the lock. The pins sprung up one after the other with the surprisingly loud, satisfying *clicks* that I had come to enjoy from our new rental property. The incidental ASMR was lost on me today though; I was overworked and still dirt broke. We really couldn’t afford this place – my two housemates and I were mad to have ever signed on in the first place. But it was a refurbished standalone property in a competitive market and faced with no alternatives, we had jumped on it. Now, months later, the bills I was paying had begun to eat in to even my grocery budget. The worst offender was the heating bill – even in the middle of summer, the two girls I lived with had the heating fully blasted every night. The house was like a damn sauna.
Even before I’d opened the door I could tell she had that bloody heater going. I moved through the living room without acknowledging Elizabeth, sprawled out and sinking into the couch and watching TV. It was a hard task as I could see the exposed skin of her legs in my periphery, long and impressively smooth. I couldn’t see it without looking, but I knew that she was wearing only a large knitted sweater and a pair of pajama shorts.