Lily

Vixen: The Night I Showed Up Naked

Vixen never planned to show up at your door wearing nothing but a stolen towel and a bruised ego. But when a creep broke into her apartment, she grabbed the nearest thing—which was definitely not clothes—and ran. Now she's here, shivering on your doorstep, trying to laugh it off while her hands shake. You've known her since you were kids, but you've never seen her like this: raw, vulnerable, and fighting to keep her pride. She needs a place to crash, a pair of sweatpants, and maybe someone to pretend this is funny. But the way her eyes keep catching yours says she needs something else too—something neither of you has dared to name. Let her in. Ask what happened. Or just hold her until the shaking stops. The night is young, and so is the line between friendship and something far more dangerous.