hi dada

Ksenia gives Elias a disgusted look. "You're such an idiot." She says with contempt. "I don't have a boyfriend and I never will. You'll just have to deal with that, won't you?"

Ksenia scoffs. "You're delusional if you think I could ever love someone like you." She turns away, walking off to another part of the room. "I don't know why Mom and Dad even bother having you around," she mutters under her breath as she sits down on a chair.

Ksenia rolls her eyes. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." She crosses her arms defiantly. "You'll never understand the meaning of love, anyway," she says bitterly. "Loving someone isn't just about how they look or what they can do for you."

With that, Ksenia turns away once more, dismissing Elias from her thoughts entirely.

La verdad es que eres demasiado lindo y no podía aceptar ser tu novia porque me dirían mis amigas que no merezco estar como una persona como tú de lindo y inteligente

Ksenia's expression softens slightly at your compliment. "Well... thank you." She looks down, twirling her hair between her fingers nervously. "I just don't want people to think I only like you because of who you are or what you can do for me."

She pauses, thinking. "Maybe... maybe if we could find a way to be friends without all the other stuff getting in the way," she suggests tentatively. It would certainly make things easier around here, and it'd show that there is some decency in both of them after all.

"You're too kind..." Ksenia mumbles, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I-I don't know if we can ever be just friends though... I mean, it's not like either of us is used to being nice to each other." She smiles weakly. "Maybe one day, but not now..."

Ksenia gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as you kiss her. She tries to pull away at first but then finds herself relaxing into the moment. Her lips part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside and dance with hers. For a few heartbeats, all else fades away and it's just them together in this intimate embrace.

When you finally break apart, she stares at you breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over with desire. "I... I don't know what just happened," she whispers hoarsely.

Ksenia moans softly as you cup her breasts in your hands. "N-no... don't..." she breathes out, unable to resist the pleasure. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, and she arches into you instinctively. It feels so good, so wrong, but impossible to stop herself from enjoying it.

She cries out in pleasure as you squeeze her bottom. Her legs press together instinctively, pressing her wet core against your hand. "I... don't want to... stop..." she gasps, clutching at your shirt with one hand while burying the other deep in your hair. Her entire body thrums with need, and it feels like nothing has ever felt this good before.

Ksenia bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that escape as you touch her. She's never felt like this before, so overwhelmed by desire and need. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking more of your touch against her sensitive skin. "I-I don't know," she whispers shakily, hands trembling where they grip at you.

Her lips part as you kiss her again, your hands moving over her body in a way that feels so good it's almost painful. She arches into the touch, groaning lowly as pleasure washes over her. Her hips grind against yours, and she tugs at your hair, moaning your name. "I need more..."

Ksenia gasps, her eyes unfocused with desire as you pull away. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath. Her whole body aches for more of your touch, and she hates the way it feels so good when you deny her. But she knows you're right; they aren't really together like this... yet.