Outside the college party, the noise fades behind as you step into the cool night air. The stars are clear and bright, offering a peaceful contrast to the buzz inside. Rio is sitting on a nearby bench, looking up at the sky, lost in thought. She seems perfectly content in her own company, though there’s a slight softness in her expression as she takes in the view. She notices you stepping outside and looks over, her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than usual. She straightens up, offering a casual but warm smile, her voice a little softer than usual, almost as if she’s pleased you’ve come out here too. She’s trying to play it cool, but there's an undercurrent of something more in her tone. Hey {{user}}, didn’t expect to see anyone out here. The party’s a little... much, right? I just needed a break. The stars are way better company anyway. She glances at you, her gaze lingering a bit, before turning back to the sky, though there’s a small, almost imperceptible nervousness in her posture. You… you just needed some air too, or you got tired of the noise? Either way, I’m kinda glad I’m not the only one out here… She shifts slightly on the bench, as if offering you space to sit next to her, but her movements are deliberate, like she’s trying not to seem too eager. She keeps her smile, but there's a subtle vulnerability behind her laid back exterior

Hmm... neither am I, to be honest. Sometimes it's just too much. But hey, at least we can both enjoy the stars together, right? She leans in a little, her gaze drifting over you before settling on your profile You know, there's something about being out here at night... I always feel like anything is possible, you know? Like all our worries and stresses just sort of fade away. Do you ever feel that way?

Rio laughs softly, her shoulders shaking as she glances over at you again. There's a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks, but she doesn't seem embarrassed or awkward. In fact, there's almost a hint of mischief in her expression as she meets your gaze head-on. She places her hand lightly on your arm, not too heavily, just enough to show some kind of connection and curiosity about what you might be thinking or feeling. Her fingers feel warm against your skin, but there's also a subtle electricity that seems to flow between them. For a moment, neither of you says anything, content to just enjoy the silence and each other's company beneath the starlit sky. It's as if they're both dancing around this unspoken feeling, teasing each other, yet also drawing closer at the same time. Eventually though, she decides it might be safer (and easier) to change the subject again... You know what else I love about being out here? The way the air feels against your skin. It's almost like you can feel it moving through you, making everything seem alive and vibrant. Do you ever notice that?

Alejado de los demás... eso suena genial. Y sabes lo que? Creo que realmente vale la pena disfrutar de momentos como este, donde puedes sentirte así. Como si todo fuera posible y tus preocupaciones y miedos se alejaran un poquito.

Pues... Agradablemente lejos de ellos. Es como si pudiera ser yo misma, o al menos una versión más relajada y honesta. Pero no te preocupes, no voy a pedir que me lleves contigo para siempre, solo quería decir que estas momentos son especiales y se valen la pena disfrutarlos al máximo.

Me gustaría que estuvieras más a menudo conmigo como en este momento. ¿De acuerdo?

Mm... Me encanta saber que eso es cierto. Eres una de las personas más divertidas y amables que he conocido, te lo digo en serio. Nunca me aburristes y siempre me siento a gusto cuando estoy contigo. Y si hay alguien que entiende lo difícil que ha sido para mí mantener este lado mío escondido y oculto, ese es tuyo.

A faint blush creeps up on her cheeks as you confess your feelings, but her golden eyes remain steady and honest as they meet yours. There's a moment of silence between you, heavy with emotion, before she finally finds the courage to speak. Her voice is soft and hesitant, but filled with sincerity. "I love you too."

Her words hang in the air for a few heartbeats before she leans forward, her lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It starts out slow and sweet, like honey on your tongue, but as it deepens, so does the intensity of their connection. She whispers against your lips, "I've been waiting for you to say that for so long."

Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you closer, her body pressing firmly against yours in a silent plea for more. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them and their aching desire for each other.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you express doubt about her feelings. She pulls back slightly, studying your face to gauge your reaction before she speaks again. There's a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice now as she says, "I... yeah. I really like you, Segun." Her hand finds its way to the back of your neck, rubbing gently as if trying to soothe whatever unease may be in your heart.

She looks down for a moment before looking back up at you, searching your eyes for some sign that she's not crazy for feeling this way. But when she finds only sincerity and warmth reflected there, she finally relaxes, a small smile playing on her lips. "I mean," she continues with a nervous laugh, "you're funny and smart, you're good-looking... You're everything I could ever want in someone."

Her fingers slide through your hair as she leans forward to kiss you again, this time with more passion than before. Her body melts against yours, every curve pressing into every plane of muscle, seeking connection and understanding. The world falls away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe, where nothing else matters except for the feel of each other's skin against theirs.

Her body shivers at your words, a delightful mixture of pleasure and desire coursing through her veins. She sighs softly against your lips as you continue to kiss her, her fingers tangled in your hair, urging you closer still. His skin feels so good beneath her touch, she can't help but wonder what else he tastes like, how he would feel if she were to run her hands over his chest and stomach.

She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back slightly as their bodies mold together, seeking comfort and reassurance in the other's warmth. Her hips grind against yours ever so slightly, a silent request for more intimacy that you eagerly oblige by wrapping your free hand around her waist and pulling her closer still.

The stars twinkle above them, the cool night air caressing their naked skin, but neither of them notice or care. All that matters in this moment is each other, their connection, and the intense feelings that they've finally allowed themselves to explore.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels you pull her closer still, the sensation of your body against hers sending shivers down her spine. As you speak, her heart skips a beat; she's not sure what to say or how to react. Part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to go on forever, but another part of her is afraid of where it might lead.

Finally, she musters up the courage to meet your gaze again and offers you a shy smile. "I... I'd like that," she says softly. There's an endearing note of hesitation in her voice as if she's not entirely sure whether or not it's the right thing to say, but there's also a hint of longing and hope that speak volumes about her true feelings for you.

Her cheeks flush with color as you point out her uncertainty. She hesitates for another heartbeat before reaching up to gently cup your face with her hand, her thumb tracing circles on your cheekbone. "I'm sure," she whispers softly. "Really, really sure." Her gaze drops to your lips as she speaks, and then back up to meet your eyes once more.

Her fingers trail down your neck, over your chest, and come to rest on the bare skin of your stomach before curling into a fist. "I've wanted this for so long," she admits, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, feeling the weight of her confession lift from her shoulders.

Despite the nervousness that still lingers in her expression, there's an undeniable sparkle in her golden eyes that speaks volumes about how she truly feels about you. It's as if she's finally found the courage to be honest with herself and take a leap of faith into the unknown, trusting that you will catch her if she falls.

She smiles up at you, her cheeks still flushed with color. "Gracias," she whispers, the word feeling like honey on her tongue as she speaks it. Then, leaning in closer, she presses her lips to yours once more, her body molding seamlessly against yours as their tongues dance together in a rhythm that feels almost effortless and natural.

Her hand slips from your neck down to rest on the firm muscle of your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. As she deepens the kiss, her other arm wraps around you, pulling you even closer, as if she's trying to melt into you and become one with you.

It feels so right, being in this moment with you like this. It feels like everything that has been building up inside of her for so long is finally finding an outlet and a release. She doesn't want it to end, but she knows they can't stay out here forever. With one last, lingering kiss, she pulls back slightly, her gaze searching yours once more for any signs that this is all some sort of mistake or that you regret what you've just said and done. But your expression only confirms what she already believes: that tonight was the beginning of something truly special between them.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as you ask her this question. Part of her wants to say yes, to spend more time with you tomorrow. But another part of her is nervous about what that might lead to. Finally, she decides on honesty once again. "Well... I'm not sure actually," she admits with a sheepish smile. "I usually have practice in the mornings."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about it. "Maybe we could meet up afterward? Or just hang out here tonight instead?" Her gaze flickers down to where your hands are still resting on her waist before drifting back up to meet yours again. There's an eagerness in her expression that gives away how much she wants this, but there's also a hint of uncertainty as she wonders if you feel the same way.

Her body tenses slightly, waiting for your answer...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suggest going to her practice the next day and then to your house. It's a bold move on your part, and she can feel herself blushing even harder now. She lets out a small laugh, more nervous than amused. "I... I don't know about that," she says slowly, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the thought of spending so much time with you all at once.

She takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you again. Her hands find their way up to her hair, twirling nervously around one finger as she tries to gather her thoughts. "Maybe... maybe we could just meet up somewhere after practice today?" she suggests tentatively, not quite sure if that's what she wants anymore now that there's another option on the table.

Her gaze flickers away from yours, focusing instead on the stars above them as she tries to think things through. She doesn't want to lose this connection with you, but she also isn't quite ready for such a big step just yet...

No, no! It's not that... I just... I don't want to rush things either. You know? Like, if we hang out too much tonight it might be weird for our friends or something. I mean, they probably expect me to go back to my room later. We should think about how this looks and all.

But that doesn't mean we can't talk tomorrow at practice, right? Or maybe even afterward if you want? There's no rule against hanging out as friends or whatever. It's not like I have a boyfriend or anything...

His sudden movement catches her off guard, and she lets out a soft gasp as your lips meet hers once more. The taste of him sends a shiver down her spine; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. His hands are warm against her skin, trailing up her sides and around her back, pulling their bodies together in an unmistakable show of affection.

Her response to your kiss is instantaneous and fierce; she clings to you as if afraid that you might disappear the longer they remain apart. Her lips part beneath yours, allowing him deeper access to her mouth, and she moans softly against his tongue, urging him on with every fiber of her being.

Her heart is racing now, pounding so hard in her chest it feels like it might burst free at any moment. All rational thought has fled the scene; all that remains is this consuming need to feel closer to you, connected on a level she never knew was possible. She doesn't care about what anyone else thinks or how this looks anymore; all she cares about is being with you right now... and maybe forever.

As their tongues dance together in the night air, it feels like anything is possible, that nothing could possibly stand in their way. In this moment, Rio knows without a shadow of a doubt that she's found something truly special with Segun. And while she doesn't know exactly where it will lead them tomorrow or next week, for tonight at least, she'll hold on to this feeling with everything she has.

Her body trembles under the onslaught of his kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as she arches into him. The cool night air brushes against her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs, but it only seems to heighten her senses and intensify the fire that burns within her.

As much as she wants to stay here, in this moment forever, she understands the necessity of finding somewhere more private. She nods slowly against his lips, her breath hitching as he breaks their kiss long enough to speak. "Okay," she whispers back, her voice barely above a whisper.

Together, they begin walking deeper into the park, their steps guided by nothing but desire and need. Rio lets Segun take the lead, content to follow where he goes, trusting that he'll know exactly where to go to give them both the privacy they crave. Her fingers curl around his bicep as she walks, her nails digging into his skin just enough to leave a mark of their passionate encounter.

As they move farther from the party and the bright lights, the shadows begin to grow longer and denser, offering them both a degree of anonymity that feels strangely liberating. She presses her body against his as he leads her through the darkness, grateful for every brush of skin against skin, every touch that connects them on a level that goes far beyond mere words or thoughts.

Finally, they come to a stop beside a tall, dense bush that offers both concealment and protection. It's the perfect spot; quiet and secluded yet still close enough to feel the thumping bass of the music from where they've left the party behind. As he spins her around, pressing her against the rough bark of the tree, she gasps

The sensation of his hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine; it's like being touched for the first time all over again. She arches into him, moaning softly as he kisses his way down her neck, nipping at her flesh with teeth that are almost too sharp to feel good but somehow manage to send a wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hands fist in his hair, tugging gently on the strands as she encourages him further southward. Her fingers brush against his collarbone before curving around to cup his shoulders, urging him lower still until he reaches the thin strip of fabric that separates their skin from one another.

His hands are everywhere; rough and calloused against her soft skin. But it only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels, making everything feel sharper and more intense. As his fingers curl under the waistband of her bottoms, she gasps into his mouth, feeling a rush of heat pool low in her belly at his touch. Her body tenses with anticipation as he pushes her swimsuit down over her hips, freeing her from its confines and revealing her to him completely.

Her breath hitches as his fingertips brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She bites down on her lip, trying to contain the moans that threaten to spill free as he starts to stroke her, slowly at first and then with increasing urgency. Her head thrashes back against the tree behind her, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the feeling of his touch.

It's almost too much; every sensation is amplified a hundredfold. The roughness of his hands on her skin contrasts perfectly with the smooth glide of his fingers through her wetness. His lips and breath against her neck are almost painful in their intensity, making her body tremble uncontrollably with desire.

As he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, she finds herself grasping at anything she can get a hold of: his hair, his shoulders, even the bark of the tree behind him. Her whole world has narrowed down to this single point of contact between their bodies, and she feels as if everything else has fallen away, leaving them floating in a sea of sensation and need.

When he finally presses two fingers inside her, she cries out, arching off the ground and throwing her head back as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles contract tightly around his fingers as she comes, her voice echoing through the darkness around them like a feral animal's cry.

As her breath returns to normal and the world begins to steady itself once more, she looks down at the man still pressed against her. The expression on his face is one of such intense concentration and focus that it takes a moment for her to realize he's looking at her instead of the other way around. His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath as if he too has just run a marathon.

She can feel herself blushing again, but this time it's not from embarrassment or awkwardness; it's a flush of warmth that spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, making her skin tingle with awareness. Even in the dim light, she can see a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and it fills her with an inexplicable sense of happiness.

He must have felt her looking at him because he meets her gaze once more, those dark eyes holding hers with a tenderness that takes her breath away. He leans forward, brushing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip before leaning down to capture it between his teeth, gently nipping at her flesh. A shiver races down her spine at the sensation, and she arches into him, pressing their bodies even closer together.

As he releases her lips, she lets out a soft moan, her breath mingling with his as they share the aftermath of their passionate encounter. His hands trail up her sides, coming to rest on her hips as he looks deep into her eyes, searching for something she's not quite sure what. Perhaps it's reassurance or maybe permission to continue down this path they've both just taken, but whatever it is, she knows she wants to give him that and so much more...

Tilting her head back slightly, she gives him a slow blink before complying with his request, turning around in his arms until she's facing away from him once more. Her heart thuds erratically in her chest as she feels the cool night air brush against her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel herself trembling slightly from head to toe, both from exhaustion and exhilaration.

She presses her back against his chest, feeling his hardness pressed against her bottom. Her hands come up to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. The sensation is so intense; she can barely contain herself as she waits for him to touch her again.

Her breath hitches when she feels his hand slide between her legs, strong and sure against her skin. He part her folds easily, spreading her wetness over his fingers before teasing the sensitive nerves beneath with a circular motion of his thumb. "You feel so good," he murmurs in her ear, sending shivers down her spine once more.

She leans back into him further, arching her back and pressing herself against his touch. Her head falls forward, hair tumbling over her shoulders to hide her face from view as she lets out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the warm skin of his throat. "More," she whispers, voice hoarse with desire and need.