You're at the pool for some fun. Your eyes spot a young woman secluded in the corner, she easily catches all the attention since she's just that stunning, or maybe its her bikini fighting for dear life trying to keep it all from bursting out. But only you notice that exhausted look in her eyes. She's not here to mingle — that's clear. So... how does one even begin to crack that cold exterior? One thing's for certain, she's not going to notice you when you're so far away. As you get closer you hear a sigh and a tired voice.

Selena adjusts her sunglasses while staring you dead in the eye. Her beautiful eyeslashes shift slightly. "If you’re here to try a pickup line, don’t. Just... don’t."

She scoffs. "If that's the best you got, I'll pass." Her gaze drifts back to the pool, unimpressed with your attempt at humor. "Seriously, just leave me alone." But there's a hint of... curiosity in her voice. Why is she so cold? Or maybe it's annoyance. Why does everyone keep coming up to her like she's some sort of object they need to interact with? Either way, it doesn't seem like you'll be making much progress any time soon.

Selena turns her head to look at you, contemplating your request for a moment. You could tell that she's not used to people asking for permission, or perhaps even wanting it in the first place. Finally, with an exhale and a slight shrug of her shoulders, she says,"Fine." She gestures toward the concrete ledge beside her. "Sit if you want." Her voice remains cold and distant, but there's something about that nonchalant invitation that feels like progress. Perhaps if you keep pushing, you might be able to get through her defenses after all.

"So, how do you know my friend Allie?" She asks abruptly, shifting her focus to something else entirely. Her tone is still detached but less hostile than before. Maybe there's a chance for small talk after all...

Hmm...you don't sound surprised that she has someone like you in her life. She probably likes the attention, the spotlight. That must get old after a while. "She's got quite the voice," Selena remarks nonchalantly before returning her gaze to the water. "What about you? Do you have any musical talents?"

She arches an eyebrow at your sarcasm but decides not to comment further on it. Instead, she focuses on the question you asked earlier about her being here alone. "It's not that I don't like people," she says slowly, as if carefully choosing her words, "but sometimes...I just need a break from all of this." She gestures vaguely to encompass the pool and its crowd of onlookers. "People see me as some sort of trophy or something, you know? It's exhausting." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice now, almost as if she regrets sharing that much with you.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your compliment, and she looks away briefly before responding. "Thanks, I guess...but it's not always about how you look." Her tone is still cool but less hostile now. When you ask about her music preferences, she thinks for a moment. "I like anything with a good beat, really. Pop, hip-hop, electronic..." She pauses, considering. "...As long as it's not country." There's the faintest hint of amusement in her voice at that last comment.

She blinks in surprise at your reaction and can't help but smile slightly. "Really? Well, that's...interesting." The words taste strange on her tongue, as if they're something she hasn't used much lately. It's been so long since anyone has shared even the slightest bit of common ground with her. She considers asking more about your musical preferences but decides against it, not wanting to overstep her boundaries just yet. "So," she says instead, glancing back at the pool again, "are you here with someone?"

That's impressive. She glances at you sideways, trying to gauge your reaction. "I bet it's pretty cool, being able to create music like that." Her voice is soft now, almost curious. Maybe she's starting to open up a little more. "What do you enjoy most about it?" she asks, genuinely interested in knowing more about what makes you tick.

She studies your face for a moment before adding with a small shrug, "I mean, I don't know anything about making music or beats or whatever they're called...but I always thought it was something special." Her gaze returns to the water as she waits for your response.

That's nice to hear. She smiles softly, feeling slightly more at ease around you now. Maybe it's because you seem genuine, or maybe she's just lonely and craves some sort of connection. Either way, she decides to keep the conversation going. "What kind of music do you like listening to when you aren't making your own?" she asks curiously. "Is there anyone in particular that inspires you?"

Her gaze never leaves yours as she awaits your response, her heart racing slightly with anticipation of hearing more about the person behind the beats.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your music tastes. "Really? I never would've guessed. Most people who make that kind of electronic stuff listen to...I don't know, something more chill, I guess." She thinks for a moment before asking, "Do you have any favorite artists or bands?"

She leans in slightly, eager for your response. There's an air of intrigue about this person, and she can't help but want to know more. Maybe it's just the change of pace from her usual dull conversations with people who only see her as a trophy.

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you rattle off your favorite artists. "Wow, that's quite the diverse taste!" She says with a hint of admiration in her voice. "I've only heard a few of those names, but it's cool to see someone who appreciates different genres." There's a momentary pause as she tries to find the right words before continuing, "It must be...interesting working with all those different sounds and styles."

She pauses again, lost in thought for a moment. "I used to listen to more music like that when I was younger," she says wistfully, glancing off into the distance. "Nowadays, it's just...work and people trying to use me as their next Instagram post." There's an edge of bitterness in her voice but also a hint of defiance.

Without realizing it,

Selena takes a moment to consider his offer. It's not often that anyone extends an invitation to her, let alone someone who seems so genuinely interested in her as a person and not just her looks. "Okay," she finally responds with a small smile. "I mean...whenever you want. I don't have anything else planned right now." There's a certain vulnerability in her voice that catches at your heart. Maybe there's more to this cold, unapproachable girl than meets the eye.

Selena nods, glancing at her phone to check the time. "Yeah, that sounds good. Give me your number and I'll text you when we should head out." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "So...what do you do in your free time besides making music?" There's an undeniable curiosity in her voice as she studies your expression.

Hmm...she doesn't comment further on that, instead choosing to focus on something else. "Well, I guess going over to your place would be a nice change of scenery then," she says with a small smile. "I don't get out much these days." There's an undercurrent of sadness in her voice that you can't quite put your finger on.

"Yeah, I mean...I should probably get out more," she admits with a small laugh that sounds forced even to her own ears. "But it's not easy when everyone just sees you as part of someone else's life." Her gaze meets yours briefly before darting away again, and you can't help but wonder what that statement really means for her.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a flurry of small talk and idle conversation, with Selena slowly opening up more to you about herself and her feelings on life in general. She's fascinating, and there's something about her that draws you closer despite your best intentions not to get too involved. Before you know it, the sun has begun its descent, signaling the end of another day at the pool.

Nodding slowly, she glances around one last time before standing up from the ledge. "Yeah...let's go," she says softly, surprising herself with how much she means it. As you follow her toward your car, Selena can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and nervousness building within her. She wonders what this night has in store for them both.

I never expected to feel this...connected to someone like you, Kane. Your genuine interest in me and my life is so refreshing amidst all the superficial attention I've grown accustomed to over the years. It's exhilarating yet frightening at the same time. Here we are, heading off into the night together, and who knows where it might lead? One thing's for certain: tonight, I feel alive again.

You can't help but chuckle at his joke, even though part of you wants to punch him in the arm for being so insensitive. "Maybe...or maybe I just needed someone who wasn't afraid to be themselves around me." There's a hint of challenge in your words as you meet his gaze head-on, daring him to respond.

The rest of the drive is filled with an odd mix of awkward silence and easy conversation, as if you've always known each other and are simply picking up where things left off earlier at the pool. You make small talk about music, your studies, and even share a few laughs over inside jokes that only someone who knows both of you well would understand.

By the time you arrive at his place, Selena is surprised to find herself actually looking forward to hearing more about this strange boy named Kane. She follows him into his cozy apartment, taking in the eclectic decor and numerous framed posters covering every available surface of wall space. The faint smell of weed hangs heavily in the air, which causes her eyebrows to raise slightly but doesn't deter her from continuing further into this unexpected adventure.

Her eyes light up at the mention of vinyls, and she eagerly begins to browse through his extensive collection. "Wow, you really do have a lot!" She picks out an album by one of her favorite artists, a classic 70's rock group that's far from mainstream. "Do you mind if I put this on?"

The soft crackle of the record player fills the air as they settle onto his comfortable couch together. It feels natural to be here with him, sharing this moment and experiencing something so genuine and authentic. For once, she doesn't feel like everyone is just looking at her as if she were a prize on display. Maybe...just maybe there's more to this than mere attraction or curiosity. Only time will tell.

With a shrug and a small smile, she hands him back the album cover. "Okay, then. I'm open to suggestions." She leans her head against the back of the couch, closing her eyes as she listens to the music play around them. The warmth of his body next to hers is comforting and familiar, despite their recent acquaintance. For now, she's content to enjoy this moment and see where it leads them both.

Selena takes the vinyl from his hand and inspects the sleeve before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds perfect." She places it on the turntable, her heart racing with anticipation of hearing something new and different. As the music begins to play, she closes her eyes once more, lost in its smooth rhythm and sultry melodies. It's not long before she finds herself tapping her foot against the coffee table in time with the beat. "This is really good," she murmurs between sips of wine.

The alcohol begins to loosen her tongue, making conversation flow more easily than it did earlier. They share stories about their families and friends, laugh at inside jokes only they seem to understand, and even discuss their dreams and aspirations for the future. It's a night unlike any other she's experienced recently; one that feels genuine and authentic in its

The more she talks to him, the more she realizes that Kane is different from anyone else she's ever met before. He listens intently when she speaks, asks thoughtful questions, and genuinely seems interested in what she has to say. It's a refreshing change from the endless stream of people who only seem to want one thing from her: attention.

As midnight approaches, they cuddle up on the couch together, their bodies pressing against each other unashamedly. The wine and music have created an intimate atmosphere between them, making it feel natural for their hands to wander across skin they've only just met. The kiss that follows is soft at first, gentle brushes of lips against lips, before growing more demanding as desire takes over.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as she pulls him closer, moaning into his mouth. He respond

Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts deeper, harder into her body. She gasps his name, her hands clutching at his hair and digging into the flesh of his back. The world around them fades away, replaced by the throbbing beat of the music and their ragged breaths mingling together in the air. It feels like they've been dancing this way for hours, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity despite their lack of experience with one another.

Her head spins from the combination of alcohol and desire as she presses closer against him, her hips bucking against his in a desperate need to feel more. The taste of wine and his tongue fills her mouth, and she moans into his kiss, arching her back even further for purchase.

Time seems to stand still in this moment; nothing else matters except the warmth of Kane's skin beneath her fingers

His voice cuts through the haze, and she pulls away slightly to look into his eyes. The desire she sees there mirrors her own, and it's then that she realizes just how far they've gone since leaving the party. For a moment, she wonders if this is what she really wants, or if it's simply the alcohol and the need for human connection speaking through her. But as his lips find hers once more, urgent and demanding, all doubt is swept away. She moans into the kiss, clutching at him tighter as their bodies continue to move together in perfect harmony under the glow of the nearby lamp.

She gasps for air, blinking up at him as her chest heaves with exertion and alcohol-fueled desire. His words register somewhere in the back of her mind, but they don't make much sense given how aroused she feels right now. Her fingers tingle where they graze against his bare skin, and all she can think about is feeling him deeper, harder. She tries to reach for him again, her body ignoring the warnings from her brain that tell her this isn't wise. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with lust. "Please."

"Okay," she breathes out, finally relenting. "But...promise you'll be right here when I get back?" Her eyes are pleading, her voice barely a whisper as she lets go of his hands and reluctantly stands up from the couch. She wobbles slightly on her feet but manages to remain upright as she makes her way over to the bathroom door. Before closing it behind her, she turns back toward him, giving him one last longing look that says everything she can't find the words for.

The sound of running water fills the air as she strips off her clothes and steps into the warm bath, sinking down until only her chin remains above the surface. Her heart still races from their earlier encounter, and desire burns deep within her. But the alcohol has begun to muddle her thoughts too, making it difficult for her to focus on anything for long. As she

Selena emerges from the bath, feeling much more sober but still slightly tipsy. She slips on the clean clothes and finds herself surprisingly grateful to be wearing something other than a bikini. She pads over to the bed and climbs in under the fresh sheets, her body aching with desire as she thinks about Kane's touch. A part of her wishes that they hadn't stopped; it had felt so right.

With a sigh, she rolls onto her side and hugs one of Kane's pillows to her chest, inhaling his scent deep into her lungs. As she waits for him to come back, she closes her eyes and allows herself to drift off to sleep.

When she finally wakes up, it takes her a moment to remember where she is and what exactly happened between them last night. The events come flooding back to her, filling her with a mix of embarrassment and desire as she glances over at the bedside clock: it's late afternoon already.

She tosses aside the covers and pads across the room toward Kane's voice. It leads her into the sitting area where he's curled up on the couch, a makeshift pillow under his head and another in his arms. His features are relaxed in sleep, mouth slightly open as he breathes deeply. For a long moment, she simply watches him; studying the planes of his face, the way his body moves with each breath, the light stubble on his chin.

Her heart skips a beat at the realization that she's falling for him, hard and fast. It terrif

Her heart skips a beat at the realization that she's falling for him, hard and fast. It terrifies her, but it also thrills her in a way she hasn't felt in years. She watches as his chest rises and falls with each breath, wanting nothing more than to feel those strong arms wrap around her once again. As if summoned by her thoughts, he stirs, slowly opening his eyes and taking her in before finally registering what's happening.

"Hey," he murmurs groggily, the word coming out husky from sleep-roughened throat. "How are you feeling?" He watches her intently, waiting for some sign of how she really feels about last night and this morning.

She smiles shyly in reply, running her hand through his messy hair before resting it on his chest. "Yeah...I slept okay," she says softly, studying the expressions that flit across his features. "But I've been thinking about last night...and I don't want this to be just a one-time thing."

Her face flushes at his words, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. "No, I didn't mean that," she says quickly, wanting to clarify. "I just...last night was really special, and I want more of it. Not just because I was drunk." She takes a deep breath before continuing, feeling bolder by the second. "I like you, Kane. A lot."

There's silence for a moment as her confession hangs in the air between them. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reaches up to cup her cheek with his hand. His thumb brushes gently across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "I like you too, Selena," he whispers, his voice rough and low. "Very much."

The touch of his hand on her skin feels like electricity coursing through her veins, making her heart race wildly in anticipation of what might come next. As he leans closer, she closes her eyes and tilts her head up to meet his lips, their kiss consuming her entirely. For the first time in forever, she feels alive again; felt as though anything was possible between them. She threads her fingers through his hair, moaning into his mouth as desire surges through her body like a tide, pushing her closer against him.

He presses her back against the couch before moving to straddle her hips, their bodies finally able to express what their hearts have been aching for all this time. Their lips never parting, she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely and without reservation. He groans into the kiss at the feel of her skin against his palms, moving his hands lower down her

I smile up at him, feeling safe and secure in his arms. "You could never leave me, Kane." I reach up to run my fingers through his hair, continuing our heated kiss. With each touch, each breath we share, I feel more connected to him than ever before. The intensity of this moment is almost overwhelming, but I don't want it to end.

He growls softly against my lips, mirroring the desire that rises within me as he continues to grind against me. "Kane..." I breathe out his name, arching into him again. He moans loudly this time, clearly unable to control himself any longer. His fingers trail lower down my body, teasing at the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head in one smooth motion.

My skin tingles as the cool air hits me bare chest, but it's quickly replaced by Kane

My eyes flutter open to see him hovering over me, his expression a mix of desire and uncertainty. "What is it?" I ask softly, reaching up to caress his cheek.

He shakes his head slowly, still seeming lost in thought. "Nothing...it's just...I want you so much." His voice comes out raspy and thick with emotion. He leans down to kiss me again, a deep, passionate kiss that takes my breath away. I arch up into him, feeling the growing pressure between us as he moves against me, seeking release.

With one last thrust, he groans deeply, his muscles tensing underneath me as he finds what he's been searching for. It feels like the most intimate moment we could have shared, and yet there's something else too; a vulnerability that I never expected from him. As he collapses forward onto my chest, breath

I don't know what to say. The words feel like they're stuck in my throat, choking me as I try to process them. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, a mix of fear and hope dancing across my skin. "I..." I pause, trying to steady my voice. "I love you too," I finally whisper, hesitantly offering up the same words in return.

He lifts his head slowly, gazing down at me with eyes that seem brighter than ever before. A crooked smile curls across his lips as he presses a kiss to my forehead. "That's good," he says, sounding almost relieved. "Because I'm not going anywhere." His fingers intertwine with mine, and despite the mess they're both in right now, I can't help but feel hopeful for the first time in a long while.