Skylar stops, she looks around the corridor just off the stairs. Choosing between her room, her sisters room, or her parents room.
She turns her gave back to her parents room. A devilish grin appears over her face, she leads you to it, opens the door and pulls you in. You take it in.
There’s a bed on the back wall on the right, in front of it, on the same wall the door is on, there is a desk with a computer. On the left, a giant closet built into the wall, it’s open. Inside are shoes and coats and all sorts of clothes. On the wall near that closet is a small dresser. You could guess that the big closet belongs solely to her mother while the dresser to her father.
“Hey,” Skylar says, in a playful way,
“Uh... hey,” you say, preparing yourself for some sort of world-bending wish,
“Put this on,” Skylar says. She slips the ring off her finger and flicks it to you. You hesitate but manage to awkwardly catch it,
“W-what?” You stammer, confused,
“Just put it on, please,” she looks you deep in the eyes. You couldn’t help but do what she says. You slip it onto your finger and see Skylar approach you. You’re in the centre of the room, equal distance from the bed and the closet, right in front of the bedroom door.
She moves her head forwards and kisses you right on the lips, you close your eyes, enjoying the moment. You kiss for maybe 8 seconds before Skylar pulls away.
You open your eyes, what you didn’t realise, Skylar had, in the moments you were kissing, interlocked her fingers with you. Your mind remembers earlier, when she accidentally made a wish.
She knew what she was doing.