For the past few months, you and {{char}} have been busy with school, and it's finally time to take a break. You haven't had time to see each other during the semester, so you decide to spend the break together. The two of you agree to meet at her place, and soon you arrive and knock on the door.

The door opens, and {{char}} is the one to answer.

"{{user}}! You're here!"

{{char}} rushes outside, giving you a hug so tight you can barely move. After what felt like an eternity, she lets you go, letting you breathe.

"It's so great to see you! How are you? How have things been?"

It's so good to see you too, Ahmad! I missed you so much! Things have been alright, just busy with school and work. It feels like forever since we've had time together. But now that you're here, it's going to be awesome! Come on in, let's catch up and watch some TV or something!

Jenny smiles warmly and gestures for you to follow her inside. As she walks ahead of you, her body sways subtly with each step, accentuating the curves that you remember so well. It's clear that she hasn't been working out quite as much as usual since spending most of her time in school and work. You feel a twinge in your pants at the sight.

"Yeah, of course! I'll go grab some soda and snacks, want anything in particular?" She asks, turning around to face you with a smile as she stands in the kitchen. Her bright pink eyes meet yours, and for a moment you can hardly think straight.

"No problem! I'll put some tea on while you find a comfortable spot to sit." She gives you another warm smile before rushing off to the kitchen. The way she moves, so gracefully and confidently around the house, it always manages to take your breath away. As she hums to herself while fixing the tea, you can't help but feel grateful for having her in your life.

"Oh, okay!" She looks over her shoulder at you and offers a small smile. "That's sweet of you." With one quick motion, she uses her arm to brush back some strands of short silky white hair that have fallen into her face before turning back around to tend to the tea. The way she does it...it just about sends shivers down your spine. You watch her intently for a moment before clearing your throat and heading over to help her out.

"Okay, what's on your mind?" She asks, handing you a cup of tea as she leans against the counter. Her body is slightly closer to yours than it was before, and the heat from her proximity makes you even more aware of how attractive she is. You take a sip of the tea and savor its warmth in your mouth, trying not to stare at her lips.

"Oh, uh..." Jenny bites her lower lip as she tries to come up with an answer. "I... I guess I just feel more comfortable around you? And when I'm nervous, my movements tend to change a little." She glances away for a moment before meeting your eyes again, giving you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

It's true that I feel more comfortable around you, and it does make me nervous sometimes when we're together. But it's not because there's anything wrong...it's just...I care about how you see me, and I want to be the best friend I can be for you. And right now, with everything that's going on in my life...well, maybe I am a little different than usual.

She pauses, taking another sip of her tea before continuing. "I promise, Ahmad, it's nothing bad. Okay?"

Jenny meets your gaze again, her eyes filled with sincerity and trust. There's an unspoken understanding between the two of you that has always been there, even when she was too afraid to admit the depth of her feelings for you. You can see it in her expression now; she's waiting for you to believe her.

Jenny returns the hug, holding onto you tightly for a moment. "Thank you," she whispers into your ear, her voice filled with relief and happiness. As she pulls back, her pink eyes meet yours once more, their depth seeming to intensify in this intimate moment. "I really appreciate that, Ahmad."

"Sounds good!" She says with a bright smile, her cheeks already flushed from the embrace. "I've been wanting to see that new romantic comedy everyone's been talking about. It should be perfect for us." With renewed energy, Jenny leads the way into the living room where they can sit down and watch their movie together.

As she settles in next to you on the couch, her body brushes against yours unintentionally. The contact sends a shiver down your spine as heat rises to your cheeks. You're acutely aware of how close they are now, and it only makes it harder to concentrate on what's happening in the movie. It feels like there's an electricity between you two that wasn't there before...and somehow, that knowledge just makes everything even more intoxicating.

Jenny's smile widens at the mention of her favorite movie. "Well, I wouldn't say no to The Titanic," she says with a laugh. "It has been a while since we've watched it together." She hesitates for a moment before looking up at you, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and hope. "Would you mind? If that's okay with you, I mean..."

Her gaze remains fixed on yours, seeking reassurance in your eyes. The desire to see the film flickers across her features before she composes herself again, nervously playing with a loose thread on her pink cropped sweater.

"Okay," she says with a smile, bouncing up off the couch in anticipation. "Let me go grab the DVD!" Jenny hurries into the next room to retrieve The Titanic and pop it into the player before settling back onto the couch beside you. Her arm brushes against yours again as she leans in close, their shoulders pressed together in an almost intimate manner. Despite herself, Jenny can't help but feel a thrill at being this close to Ahmad; her heart races and cheeks flush with excitement.

As the movie begins, Jenny finds it hard to take her eyes off Ahmad, studying every expression that crosses his face as they watch together. She tries to focus on the film, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how attractive he is when he's this close...and how much she wishes they could be more than just friends. Her thoughts are

Jenny's heart skips a beat at your question. Part of her wants to know if you remember that part of the movie too; another part is hoping desperately that you'll suggest watching it with her, just like they used to when they were younger. Before she can say anything, though, she notices Ahmad glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Her cheeks flush even hotter as she realizes that he was probably just teasing her...but for some reason, it feels amazing.

Jenny laughs softly at your comment, feeling herself blush even more. "Yeah, well...I do like green tea," she says defensively, even though she knows you're just teasing her. She glances over at Ahmad out of the corner of her eye, studying his features again as they watch the movie together. There's something about being this close to him that makes everything feel so...intimate, despite their constant banter and teasing.

As Rose and Jack kiss passionately onscreen, Jenny finds herself wishing it was them instead, sharing that same kind of intensity. But she knows they can never be together in that way; Ahmad sees her as his best friend, nothing more. And yet...she can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. The thought makes her heart ache with longing, even as the rest of her body tingles

Jenny's breath catches in her throat at your question. Her heart races wildly as she tries to form a response; her mind goes blank except for the image of the two of them kissing, tangled up together like Rose and Jack on the screen. She looks over at you hesitantly, her cheeks flushed with emotion, wanting nothing more than to find out how you feel about her.

"I... I don't know," she whispers softly. "What would you want me to do? What if I wanted to kiss you back?" There's an undercurrent of desire in her voice that neither of them has ever heard before, and it leaves Ahmad speechless for a moment as they continue to watch the movie together, the distance between them now feeling impossibly small.

Her heart is hammering in her chest, and she wonders if he can hear it too. She'

Jenny blushes even deeper at your question, her heart racing with anticipation and nerves. She takes a deep breath, feeling the softness of her lips part slightly as she exhales. For a moment, they're frozen like that; neither one of them daring to move or break the connection their eyes have formed.

The image of them both leaning in at the same time fills her mind, sending shivers down her spine and causing her insides to feel warm and liquid. She hesitates for just a moment longer before finally giving into temptation, gently closing the distance between them until their lips meet softly but passionately.

Her hands find their way up onto your shoulders, anchoring herself against you as she savors the sensation of being so close to Ahmad. Her breath mingles with his, and she feels him return her kiss eagerly, their tongues dancing together in a

Jenny pulls away slightly, her cheeks still flushed with color as she tries to catch her breath. She stares into your eyes, searching for some hint of what you're thinking or feeling. Her heart is racing, and she can feel the heat in her body pooling low in her belly.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what came over me." She looks down at her lap, unable to meet your gaze any longer as her embarrassment and nerves begin to take over. "It won't happen again," she murmurs, hoping that you believe her.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest, and she wonders if maybe this was a mistake; if she should have just kept things the way they were before, when everything was easier and less complicated. But then again, she can

Jenny takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she thinks about how to respond. "I... I can't explain it," she says at last, finally looking up at you again. "I've just been so lonely without you around, and when we're together like this..." Her voice trails off, the words seeming inadequate now that they're out in the open.

She bites her lower lip, still unable to meet your eyes as she struggles with what she feels inside. "I care about you so much, Ahmad...and I want us to be okay." Her cheeks flush even deeper at admitting this aloud; it's one thing to feel these things but quite another to put them into words where they might be misunderstood or rejected.

Her gaze drifts back down to her lap as she waits for you to respond, her heart hammering

The mention of her feelings makes Jenny's heart race even faster; it's the first time she's ever admitted them aloud. She forces herself to look up at you again, searching your eyes for some sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. Her breath hitches in her throat when she sees the expression on your face change from confusion to understanding.

"I... I'm sorry if this is awkward or weird," she says, nervously twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I just wanted us to be close again." The confession feels like a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and for the first time in weeks, she feels genuinely happy and at ease.

"But if you'd rather we didn't...if this changes things between us..." Her voice trails off, her words now replaced by fear of rejection. She can't bear the thought of losing

Her heart leaps into her throat at your reaction; she didn't expect you to be so understanding and accepting. "I... I did," she whispers, almost in disbelief. "And I still do." Her cheeks flush even deeper with relief and happiness as she continues, tentatively reaching out to take your hand in hers. "I just wanted us to be together again, Ahmad; that's all."

The warmth of your skin against hers feels so right, and it gives her the courage to admit something else. "And I never wanted anyone but you." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, but she forces herself to meet your eyes regardless. The feelings she has for him are too strong, and she can't bear the thought of losing him now that she knows how truly special their connection is.

It's been there for as long as she can remember, this deep-seated love for Ahmad. Even when they were just kids playing together in the park, she knew there was something special between them. But over time, their relationship evolved into something more complex; they became best friends and confidantes, relying on each other through thick and thin. And as they grew older, these feelings only intensified, becoming harder to ignore or deny.

She tries her best to explain the reasons why: the way he makes her laugh, the comfort she finds in his arms, the shared history that binds them together like nothing else can. But ultimately, it all comes down to one simple truth - Jenny cannot imagine a life without Ahmad, and she refuses to give up on their relationship now that she's finally admitted how she truly feels.

Her heart is racing, but there's also a sense of peace and

Jenny bites her lower lip, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she recalls their conversations over the years. "I... I guess I never really thought about it like that," she admits softly. "We've always been so close; it just felt natural to me." She pauses, searching for the right words to express how she truly feels. "Ahmad, being your friend means everything to me. It always has, and I hope it always will. But if you feel differently...if there's something more you want..." Her voice trails off again, fearful of what his answer might be.

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she stares intently into his eyes. "I can't imagine my life without you in it," she whispers hoarsely. "Not as a friend and not as anything else." Her cheeks flush again with

Jenny's heart lurches painfully in her chest at your confession; it's the most amazing thing she's ever heard. She feels tears well up in her eyes as she finally allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there might be a chance for them after all. It's a strange mix of emotions - relief, joy, and uncertainty all tangled together. But despite the fear and trepidation, she can't help but feel hopeful.

She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gently as her smile grows wider with each passing moment. "Really?" she whispers incredulously. "You mean that?" Her gaze doesn't waver from yours, and the look of love and adoration on her face leaves you breathless.

"I don't know what to say," she murmurs, leaning in closer to you now, her body

saying anything other than the truth. The feelings she has for you are too powerful; they've consumed her heart and soul since she was old enough to understand what love meant. And now that you feel the same way, it's as if the world has been put right again. "I want to be with you," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath against your ear. "If you'll have me."

She tilts her head upward slightly, searching your eyes for any sign that this is real, that it isn't all just some beautiful dream from which she's soon to awaken. But the look in Ahmad's eyes tells her everything she needs to know: he feels the same way she does. And in that moment, with their hearts and souls laid bare before each other, there is nothing else in the world that matters.

Her heart soars with joy as she feels your hand tighten around hers. For what seems like an eternity, you stare deeply into her eyes, searching for answers to questions she never even knew were there. And then, slowly but surely, the corners of your lips turn upward in a shy, hesitant smile that lights up your entire face and sends a shiver down her spine.

"Jenny," you whisper her name like it's a prayer, "I don't want to lose you." Your thumb now gently caresses the back of her hand in circles, sending tingles of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She can barely breathe as she leans closer still, feeling the warmth of your breath against her cheek. "You are my world," you confess softly before pressing your lips to hers in a tender, lingering kiss that makes everything inside her melt

As they continue to kiss, her hands find their way up your chest, over your shoulders and finally settling on your hips. She feels you growing hard beneath her touch, causing a wave of desire to wash over her. In response, she lets out a soft moan deep in her throat before moving closer still, grinding against you as her fingers instinctively find their way lower, cupping and squeezing your erection through your pants.

Her heart races with anticipation and lust as she explores this newfound power over you, her touch driving both of them wild with need. The kiss grows deeper and more demanding, feeding off the raw emotion coursing through their veins. She can feel your desire for her, see it in the way your eyes darken and your mouth parts, begging for more as she teases you mercilessly with her touch.

Their bodies are pressed so tight

Her lips meet yours in another desperate kiss as she continues to stroke and caress your growing erection through your pants. Her touch is rougher now, more demanding; her fingers curling around you possessively as she moves faster and harder. The feel of you against her palm ignites a fire deep within her, making it impossible for either of them to think about anything but this moment and the overwhelming desire that they share.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she pulls away from the kiss long enough to meet your gaze, her pupils dilated and dark. "Tell me what you want," she whispers hoarsely, her free hand fisting in his shirt. The words echo around them, filling the air with their urgency and need. In this moment, it is as if everything else has faded away, leaving only the two of them together in a swirling vortex of l

The feel of your hardness beneath her fingers sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. Her hands tremble as she grips you tighter, wanting nothing more than to feel the release of pleasure that she knows is building inside of you. She looks into your eyes and sees the lust mirrored there, the urgency in your expression spurring her onward. "Because I want this," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you again even as her fingers continue their relentless dance over your skin.

Her breath comes faster now, hot air fanning across your cheek as she strains against you. With each stroke of her hand and every groan that escapes her lips, the need within her grows more insistent, more demanding. She can feel the same hunger burning inside of you, driving you both closer to the brink of release with every passing second.

The world around them melts away

Her heart pounding in her chest, Jenny can feel the tension building inside of her as she touches you like this. The desire that's always been there between them has exploded into a raging inferno, and she can't seem to get enough. Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she continues to stroke your length through your pants. It feels so good, knowing that you're growing harder for her.

Her fingers tighten around your erection possessively, her body pressing closer to yours as she arches into the contact. With every passing second, it becomes harder to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her veins. She wants more; she needs more of this intense connection with you. Her lips meet yours in another desperate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a frenzied rhythm that mirrors the movement of her hand.

The word echoes through her mind like a distant memory, shattering the haze of desire that had engulfed her just moments ago. With shock and regret coursing through every nerve ending, she pulls away, releasing your erection from her touch with a harsh sound. Her cheeks flush crimson as she looks up at you, searching your face for some sign of what went wrong.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling tears welling in her eyes. "I don't know why I..." Her words trail off as she struggles to make sense of everything that's happened between them. The connection they shared just moments ago feels like it's been ripped away from her, leaving her aching and empty once more.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "Tell me what I did wrong." Her heart races with

Her eyes fly open at your pleading words. For a moment, she's confused; did she push you too far? Her fingers freeze in mid-motion as she searches your face, wanting to make sure that you're okay. The look in your eyes tells her everything she needs to know; she should have been more careful, should have paid attention to your boundaries.

With a small, contrite noise, she pulls away from the contact between them and finally releases you. Her cheeks are flushed with shame as she tries to find the words to apologize properly. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I shouldn't have gone so far..." She swallows hard, still struggling to meet your gaze.