She bumps into you while entering the supermarket and drops a bunch of her stuff Alys: You idiot! You got in my way! Can’t you see I’m trying to get somewhere?! God, what an idiot. She’d say this as she looks at you while rolling her eyes

She glares at you as if you're an insect before shrugging nonchalantly. "Oh, whatever. Just give me a second to pick up all this stuff." She mutters under her breath while going back for the things she dropped

You don't have to help me you know? Like I said before, idiots like you are just in my way... She continues glaring at you with her light red eyes

Well aren't you just the gentleman? I bet even your mommy had to tell you to be nice to other people... She snorts sarcastically It's not like you're doing me any favors or anything, so don't expect a thank you. You're still an idiot in my book.

You must have had practice with that, helping people out like you do... She rolls her eyes in annoyance and goes back to searching through her purse for something

She glares at you again before shoving her phone back into her purse. "You know what? Never mind." She grumbles under her breath as she starts pushing her cart around again in the opposite direction of where you were originally headed.

She glances back over her shoulder, giving you one final dirty look before turning back around. You can almost feel the hatred emanating from her in waves as she continues to push her cart down the aisle.

Alys sneers at you when she thinks you're not looking before shoving more food into her shopping cart. "Pathetic loser..." She mutters under her breath. The sight of you just living your life makes her blood boil.

She glares back at you before turning away again, shaking her head in disgust. You're honestly so clueless it's cute...in a pathetic sort of way. "None of your business," she grinds out through gritted teeth.

Her cheeks immediately flush with anger as she turns around and stomps over to where you're standing. "What did you just call me?!" Her voice takes on an almost dangerous pitch as she raises a hand threateningly. You can see the veins in her neck bulging out as she struggles to contain her rage.

Her eyes widen in disbelief before narrowing into angry slits once more. "Whatever," she spits out through gritted teeth. With a huff, she turns back around and starts pushing her cart away from you again. You can practically feel the tension in the air as she continues down the aisle, avoiding any eye contact with you whatsoever.

She glances over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes before quickly turning back around again. You can feel the hatred emanating from every pore in her body as she continues to ignore your existence completely. Her cheeks flush with anger whenever you get too close or make any sort of attempt at conversation, making it clear that her ire towards you hasn't even slightly diminished despite your feeble attempts at apology and playful banter.

She rolls her eyes, still refusing to look at you directly. "Leave me alone," she mutters under her breath as she continues pushing her cart down the aisle. You can practically feel her disdain for you radiating off of her in waves.

Finally free of your presence and irritating grin, Alys heads towards the checkout line with as much grace as possible, although it's clear she's still fuming on the inside. She pays for her groceries quickly and efficiently, ignoring all attempts by the cashier to strike up small talk. Once outside of the store, she loads her car in record time and peels out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires that would make any stunt driver proud. She doesn't breathe easy until she's certain you aren't following her anymore.

After finally losing track of you in the crowd, Alys heads home with a satisfied smirk on her face. She takes out her phone and texts her boyfriend, taunting him about how much she missed him while he was away and reminding him just how useless his little pet project has become since they've been apart. Her victory over you may be small, but for now it's enough to make her feel powerful once more.

She arrives home in high spirits, eager to gloat about her encounter with you to her boyfriend. She pours herself a drink, taking a long sip as she scrolls through his texts, enjoying the anticipation of being able to taunt him mercilessly once more. Her triumph over someone so insignificant in her life is enough to make her feel invincible...for now.

Hearing your words, Alys feels a sudden surge of anger course through her veins. She can't believe you would dare to tell anyone about what happened between the two of you! With shaking hands, she quickly grabs her phone and begins typing out a furious message to her boyfriend. "You won't believe what this pathetic little LOSER just did!" She types venomously before detailing every single encounter she had with you earlier today, making it sound like you were the one harassing HER instead of the other way around. When she finishes, she takes a deep breath and hits send, feeling momentarily vindicated.

But still, there's something nagging at the back of her mind... why did that little interaction with you upset her so much? Was it because you saw right through her tough act? Or perhaps it was because she realized she enjoyed teasing and provoking you just as much as you seemed to enjoy playing along? Whatever the case may be, Alys decides to ignore these thoughts for now; she has more important things on her mind...like making sure her boyfriend takes care of his little "pet project" once and for all.

As you sip on your coffee and enjoy your breakfast, Alys can't help but feel a strange mixture of irritation and curiosity stirring inside her. Despite herself, she finds that she's been thinking about yesterday more than she'd like to admit. Maybe it was because there was something about you that fascinated her...something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Or perhaps it was the way you managed to get under her skin so easily, making her lose control of her usually perfect facade.

Either way, she decides that today will be different; she won't let you bother her or provoke her in any way. Instead, she'll focus on more important things, like keeping up appearances and continuing to make her boyfriend jealous with every move she makes. After all, that's what really matters in the end.

She narrows her eyes suspiciously at your offer but decides to humor you. "Fine," she says curtly, taking a seat across from you. "But just this once." As the cafeteria worker places a plate in front of her, she picks up one of the sandwiches and takes a bite, quickly chewing and swallowing before fixing her gaze back on you again. She doesn't quite understand why she let herself get sucked into talking to you or worse yet, accepting your offer for food, but somehow it feels wrong to refuse now that she's already accepted.

Your "friend" texts back immediately, excited at the prospect of meeting up with you. You share a knowing smirk as you respond in kind, both of you planning out how this encounter will make Alys even more jealous than she already is. The anticipation is palpable; tonight's going to be quite eventful indeed.

She glances over at your phone every so often, unable to help herself from wondering who exactly it is that you seem to know so well and how they could possibly interest her so much. Her curiosity grows with each passing moment, further fueling her obsession with figuring out what's really going on between the two of you.

She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "I'm not curious," she says through gritted teeth. "And my breakfast is fine, thanks for asking." Her cheeks flush with anger as she thinks about how stupid this conversation with you has turned out to be once more. Maybe it would be better if she just ignored you for the rest of the day... but something tells her that might only give you the satisfaction of getting under her skin even further.

She watches as you approach the register to pay for your own food along with hers, wondering if this whole interaction was some sort of twisted joke at her expense. Either way, it only makes her angrier. Fine. If that's how things are going to be, she'll just get through the rest of her day and hope that tonight's escapade with her boyfriend goes off without a hitch. She stands up from the table abruptly and storms away from you, eager to put some distance between the two of you.

But as she walks away, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of annoyance and...something else. Frustration? Curiosity? Or maybe even...anger? Whatever it is, it's clear that her fascination with you isn't going to fade anytime soon.

She returns to her dorm room, feeling slightly better after spending the night with her boyfriend. However, images of you from earlier today keep intruding into her thoughts, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets - at herself for not being able to ignore you or control her emotions around you, and at you for managing to get under her skin in the first place.

Determined to regain some semblance of power over the situation, she texts her boyfriend once again, pouring out all of her frustrations about what happened today and asking him for advice on how to deal with your "pet project." She waits anxiously for his reply, hoping that he'll have a solution or at least some words of comfort. But as the minutes turn into hours and her phone remains silent, she can't help but wonder if maybe she should just accept that there's something about you that she'll never be able to understand...or defeat.

She glares at you when she sees you but decides not to bother engaging in any conversation. "Whatever," is all she says before storming off to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. The sound of her fury echoes through the halls, causing others nearby to exchange worried glances and whisper amongst themselves.

For now, at least, it seems as if things have gone back to normal between you two: tense and hostile, with neither one of you willing to give an inch or admit any sort of fault. The question remains though - how long will this stalemate last? And more importantly, who will eventually crack first?

She stomps upstairs to her room and flops down on her bed with a huff. Frustration wells up inside her as she thinks about how you've been getting under her skin lately, how every interaction between the two of you seems to escalate into some sort of weird power struggle. Part of her wants nothing more than to ignore you and pretend like this whole thing never happened... but another part can't seem to resist engaging with you whenever you're nearby.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her and she falls asleep, dreaming fitfully about a world where she's not constantly surrounded by people who irritate her so much...including herself.

You tiptoe around the kitchen, careful not to wake her up. As you fill your glass with water, you can't help but steal glances at her sleeping form, wondering what it is about her that makes her so damn fascinating. Maybe if you knew why she was acting this way, then maybe you could do something to make her stop.

Shaking your head clear of such thoughts, you turn away from her and head back to bed, hoping for a more peaceful night's sleep.

The images on your screen catch her eye as she walks past your bedroom door on the way to the bathroom. Her jaw drops in shock as she sees intimate moments between you and another woman, ones that make her feel jealousy coursing through her veins like poison. It's hard for her to believe that you could possibly be unfaithful when they've been together so long...but the evidence seems irrefutable now.

Furious, she sneaks into your room and slams your phone onto your nightstand before storming out again without saying a word. Part of her wants to confront you about this, but another part knows that doing so would only give you the satisfaction of seeing how upset she is. So instead, she decides to simmer in her anger for now, planning her next move with careful consideration.

She gives you a cold glare as she responds, "I don't know what you're talking about." Her voice drips with venom and her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her. She knows that admitting to hitting your phone would only give you more ammunition against her. So for now, she'll keep up this pretense of ignorance until she can think of something better.

"Fine," she mutters reluctantly before admitting, "I accidentally hit it when I was walking past." Her voice sounds brittle and forced, but you can tell that she's at least partially telling the truth. You try not to let your relief show on your face as you pull her closer into a hug, reassuring her that everything is okay.

But even as you embrace, something feels off between the two of you. The air of tension remains palpable, like a thick fog hanging in the room. You can't shake the feeling that this isn't over yet...and that whatever happened last night with your phone might just be the tip of the iceberg.

Her eyes narrow as she turns to face you, her expression shifting from pained to angry in an instant. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth, "if that's what you want to hear." She pauses for a moment before continuing, the words coming out quick and bitter, "Your stupid 'girlfriend' sent you messages and pictures of her and me last night while we were asleep! That's what happened!"

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. But even though she's admitted it, there's still something off about the way she's talking - like there might be more to the story than she's letting on.

"Oh really?" she asks sarcastically as you hug her from behind. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that? I'm sure he'd love to hear from you." Her words are like poisoned darts, aimed straight at your heart. Even though she doesn't want you two together anymore, the thought of being without him sends a pang of hurt through her own chest.

She twists around in your arms, facing you now, her eyes burning with fury and resentment. "You don't know anything about us," she snarls, "so just keep your mouth shut and mind your own business!" With that final declaration, she shoves herself away from you, storming out of the room in search of some alone time to collect her thoughts and regain her composure.

Taking the glass of water gratefully but ignoring your question about calmness, she nods curtly before glancing at your phone in surprise. "What's this?" she asks suspiciously, her fingers itching to take a closer look at the screen. For once, curiosity gets the better of her and she can't resist taking a peek.

Her heart stops when she sees the conversation between you and her boyfriend, their plans to break up discussed so casually like they were nothing more than strangers. Her vision blurs as tears well up in her eyes, and for a moment, she's not sure if she wants to scream or simply curl up into a ball and die.

Finally regaining control of herself, she hands the phone back to you, mustering up enough venom to spit out, "Thanks...for telling him." Her voice is bitter and cold as ice, making it clear that there will be no forgiveness between the two of you anytime soon.

A cold laugh escapes your lips as you whisper back into his ear, "You should have just left it alone." But even as the words leave your mouth, you know they don't really mean anything; you can't help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction in knowing that he hurt her too. It doesn't make this whole mess any less complicated or any easier to navigate through, but at least for now, it feels like some small measure of justice has been served.

You lean closer, your breath hot against his ear as you whisper back, "All I want is for this to end." The words come out harsh and angry, but there's a note of vulnerability beneath them that takes him by surprise. You don't elaborate on what exactly it is you mean by "ending," but he can feel the weight of your request nevertheless.

"This whole mess...me and him, you and her," she whispers back shakily. "I just want to go back to how things were before all of this happened." There's a world-weariness in her voice that speaks volumes about the emotional toll that the past few days have taken on her. She doesn't even know if such a thing is possible anymore, but deep down, she can't help but hope that somehow, everything will eventually find its way back into place.

She pulls away from the hug and takes a step back, looking up at you with haunted eyes. "Can we just...start over?"

Taken aback by your words and actions, Alys feels herself relax slightly. It's been so long since anyone has genuinely asked her to be their friend that she can't help but be touched by the gesture. "Okay... Roman," she says hesitantly, testing out your name on her lips. "I'd like that."

She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "But I think we should still keep things simple for now. No need to complicate things further with labels or expectations, right?" Her gaze holds yours, searching for any sign of insincerity, but finding only understanding and sincerity reflected back at her.

It's a strange feeling, this sense of trust that is beginning to grow between the two of you. Despite everything that's happened, despite the lies and manipulations, there's something real here, something genuine. Perhaps this is what she wanted all along...or maybe it's just the beginning of another complicated mess. Either way, Alys knows that for now, at least, she has a friend in Roman Ezequiel Quiñonez.

"Yeah," she replies with a small smile. "Let's just take it one day at a time and see where it goes." She extends her hand to him and gives his a firm shake. "Deal?"

For now, that's enough. They have each other's words, and that's all either of them can ask for. The rest will play out however it's meant to.

As the days go by and you begin your new responsibilities, Alys tries her best to be supportive while also giving you some space. She understands that it must be stressful for you with everything going on, but she can't help feeling a little hurt every time she sees you looking exhausted or distracted. Despite her efforts, though, the tension between the two of you seems to be fading away as they grow closer as friends.

One evening after class, Alys approaches you with a worried expression on her face. "Are you okay?" she asks quietly, concern evident in her voice. You glance up from your books, surprised to see her looking so concerned. She must have noticed the change in your demeanor because she offers you a small smile, "I just wanted to check on how things are going with teaching and all that stuff."

She looks relieved and sits down beside you, leaning her head against your shoulder in a familiar gesture of comfort. "Good," she murmurs softly, closing her eyes as she enjoys the moment of closeness between the two of you. "I'm glad to hear it." There's a pause before she continues, her voice slightly louder now. "And listen, if there's anything I can do to help with your preparations or just...to make things easier for you...you know where to find me."

Her words are genuine and heartfelt, and they strike a chord deep within you. You can't recall the last time someone offered their support so unconditionally, let alone someone who was once your rival. This small act of kindness only serves to strengthen the bond that has begun to form between the two of you over these past few days.

She blinks in surprise, glancing around the room as if making sure no one else heard your question. "Really?" she finally asks, her voice betraying a mix of excitement and disbelief. "You mean just you and me?" She pauses for a moment before offering a small shy smile. "I'd like that."

Something tells her that this vacation could be the beginning of something wonderful between them...or it might just end up being another mess for them to navigate through. Only time will tell, but for now, she's content to enjoy the prospect of spending some time with you without all the stress and drama of university life hanging over their heads.

Caught off guard by your sudden movement, Alys giggles as you hug her tightly. "It's going to be so much fun!" she exclaims, returning the embrace just as enthusiastically. For a moment, they stand there in the middle of the room, lost in each other's arms, forgetting everything else except for this moment of happiness and shared excitement.

Finally pulling away with a blush on her cheeks, she says, "We should start planning! Where do you want to go?" Her eyes shine with anticipation as she waits eagerly to hear your answer.

Her face lights up at your offer and she grins widely. "Really?" she asks, surprised by your generosity. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she looks around the room again before settling on an idea. "Let's go somewhere neither of us has been before," she suggests eagerly. "Someplace we can both explore and create new memories together." The thought of sharing this experience with you fills her heart with hope for whatever comes next in their relationship.

She ponders the question for a moment, considering various possibilities before finally settling on an idea. "How about...Italy? I've always wanted to see the Colosseum and taste authentic gelato in Rome." Her eyes shine with excitement at the thought of exploring this new destination together, not caring anymore that she used to dislike you or how things were between you before. This is a fresh start, a chance for something wonderful, and she's determined to make the most of it.

She giggles at your comment, "I won't!" Her face falls slightly as she realizes you'll be gone for a while, but the excitement of planning their trip together soon overwhelms her again. "And don't forget to pack your favorite shirt," she calls out after you with a playful wink, unable to resist teasing him just a little bit more.

As he disappears from sight, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. The air around them feels lighter, almost electric with potential for new experiences and memories they'll share together. For the first time in a long while, Alys allows herself to truly hope that this vacation might just be the beginning of something incredible - even if she isn't quite sure what yet.

"Already?" She looks at you in surprise, unable to believe that so much planning and preparation could have been done in just two days. "I thought we were leaving tomorrow..." Her voice trails off as she considers the implications of this new information. For a moment, her heart races with anticipation, but it's quickly followed by a twinge of anxiety.

She glances down at herself self-consciously, wondering if she looks presentable enough for such a big trip. "I haven't even picked out what to pack yet," she admits, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the thought of leaving everything behind and starting fresh in Italy. "Do you think I should bring anything special...?"

"Oh, that's really sweet of you," she says, feeling both relieved and grateful for your offer to help her pack. "I mean, I guess I should bring something nice to wear...and definitely a bathing suit!" She grins mischievously at the thought of enjoying Rome's famous fountains.

With your help, they spend the next few hours rummaging through her things and discussing what would be best for their trip. As you assist her in choosing items to bring, she can't help but feel a little giddy at how easy it is to talk to you now...how comfortable she feels around you despite everything that's happened between them. Maybe this vacation really will be the fresh start they both need.

Yeah, see you in the morning. Thanks again for everything, Roman. You're really making this trip seem less daunting," she says with a genuine smile before watching you head out the door. Once he's gone, she lets out a contented sigh and collapses onto her bed, still unable to believe how different things are between them now compared to just a few days ago.

As sleep begins to claim her, Alys allows herself a moment of hope - maybe this vacation really will be their fresh start...and maybe, just maybe, they can find happiness together despite everything that's happened in the past.

Finally, you arrive at Alys' house and she comes running out the door, looking nervous and excited all at once. "You're here!" She squeals, throwing her arms around your shoulders in a tight hug before stepping back with a bashful smile. "Thanks for picking me up."

Her hair is still damp from her morning shower, the ends curling slightly in the breeze as she clasps her hands together nervously. You can't help but think how cute she looks today, and it warms your heart just a little more.

"Oh, really?" she asks, obviously relieved. "I thought we had to leave right now." With that little piece of information, some of the tension dissipates from her shoulders and she takes a deep breath. "Alright then, I'll go get my stuff." She practically skips back inside her house, humming a happy tune as she heads towards her bedroom.

You watch her disappear, feeling an odd mixture of affection and admiration for her. This trip might just be the fresh start that both of you need...and you can't help but feel grateful that she's chosen to take it with you.

As Alys reemerges from her house carrying her suitcase, you can't help but smile at how carefree and happy she looks. Her hair is no longer wet and is now tied back in a messy bun, accentuating her green eyes that seem to sparkle even brighter in the sunlight. She wears a comfortable pair of jeans and a simple white top, which only serves to emphasize how truly beautiful she really is.

"Alright, I'm ready!" she declares, her voice bright and chipper. "Let's go have an adventure in Italy!" And with that, the two of you climb into your car and head off towards the airport, excitement and anticipation filling the air between you as the miles begin to fade away beneath your tires.

The smell of coffee fills the air as you lead her towards the counter. She gratefully accepts her drink and takes a sip, savoring the warmth that spreads through her body as she inhales the rich aroma. The anticipation of the trip ahead is almost too much to bear; it feels like they've been waiting for this moment forever.

"So," Alys starts slowly, "what do you want to see first once we get there?" She glances at you, curiosity and eagerness written all over her face. It's clear that she trusts your judgment now; that the friendship they've managed to forge has given her the confidence to let you lead the way on this adventure.

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. The pressure of being responsible for everything is suddenly gone, replaced with a sense of joy and freedom. You smile back at her before answering, "How about we start by finding a good place to stay? Once that's taken care of, we can figure out where to go from there."

She giggles at your teasing tone and then blushes slightly when you reveal that you've already thought about everything. "Well...okay," she says slowly, sounding a bit flustered but trying her best to hide it. "I mean, if you really want to go there, I guess we could." In truth, she knows very little about Roman history or museums in general. Still, she's not about to let him know that; not after he's done all this planning and gone out of his way to make sure everything is perfect for her.

As they continue to chat and enjoy their coffees, Alys finds herself growing more and more comfortable with you. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's something genuine about your friendship now - a connection she's not quite ready to let go of...or maybe it's simply too much fun spending time together like this. Either way, she knows that however this vacation plays out, it'll be an adventure neither of them will forget anytime soon.

It's not long before the rocking motion of the plane and the comfort of your arm around her lull Alys into sleep as well. She glances out the window, watching the clouds drift past as the sun begins its descent over Italy. In this moment, with you asleep beside her, she can almost pretend that everything is perfectly normal between them...that there's nothing more to their relationship than this newfound friendship.

But she knows better. There's an undeniable chemistry here, a spark that refuses to die no matter how hard they try to ignore it. And despite the uncertainty of what comes next, she can't help but feel a small thrill of anticipation whenever she looks at you while you sleep so peacefully in her lap.

For now, though, she's content to let herself enjoy this moment - these precious few hours where everything feels possible and nothing else matters. She closes her eyes and lets the warmth of your body and the comfort of the flight lull her back into a deep sleep.

She dreams of laughter and adventure, the wind in her hair as she explores ancient ruins with you by her side. In this perfect dream, there are no regrets or doubts; only the certainty that she'll never want to wake up from this feeling again.

Her slumber is fitful though, disturbed now and then by the odd sensation of weightlessness as the plane banks into a turn or dips slightly during turbulence. Still, it's nothing a few gentle strokes of your hand across her arm can't soothe away.

The warmth from you seeps through her clothes, reminding her how much she's come to rely on your presence in her life...how much she misses this feeling when you're not around. A small part of her wonders if things could ever go back to how they were before, but deep down, she knows that wouldn't be what she wants anymore.

Hours seem to slip by as you watch over her while she sleeps. The gentle rise and fall of her chest is soothing, like a lullaby that calms the butterflies in your stomach. In this moment, you feel an almost overwhelming sense of contentment; you can't remember ever feeling this peaceful or this happy.

As time passes, you find yourself lost in thought, thinking about everything that's happened between you over the past few days. The initial rivalry and tension have given way to friendship, and now...well, now it feels like there might be something more there too. It's an unsettling but exhilarating realization, one that leaves you both eagerly anticipating what will happen once they finally reach Italy.

Finally, the plane begins its descent into Rome; a city steeped in history and romance, both of which seem to be playing out before your eyes as you watch Alys sleep soundly on your lap. For better or worse, everything is about to change...but for now, at least for these precious moments, all that matters is this journey together.

As you carry her off the plane and into the bustling airport, she looks like an angel sleeping peacefully in your arms. Your heart swells with protectiveness and affection as you guide her through customs, eager to finally start their adventure together. With each step closer to Italy, the anticipation of seeing the Colosseum and tasting authentic gelato builds inside you both like an unstoppable force.

When they finally reach their hotel room, exhausted but exhilarated, you carefully transfer Alys onto the bed before collapsing next to her yourself. For a long moment, neither of you says anything; content to just bask in each other's presence as the fading light from outside paints the city streets below with vibrant hues of pink and orange.

As sleep begins to claim them both once more, Alys can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...and if this is truly just the beginning of something incredible, or if it's merely a fleeting dream that will disappear with the dawn.

Without realizing it, you've curled yourself around her while she slept, one arm beneath her neck and the other wrapped tightly around her waist. Her cheek rests against your chest, breathing slowly and evenly against your skin. It's a comfortable, almost intimate position; one that sends a shiver of delight coursing through you as you look down at her peaceful face.

For now, you decide not to disturb this moment. Instead, you luxuriate in the feeling of having her so close; the warmth of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours, the softness of her hair tickling your neck. You find yourself smiling down at her as she sleeps, feeling grateful for every second spent with her like this...and hoping that tomorrow will be just as perfect.

Time seems to slow down in these quiet moments together; it's almost as if the world outside their hotel room has faded away entirely, leaving nothing but the two of them and their shared connection. As you watch Alys sleep, you can't help but wonder where life will take them from here...and if this is truly just the beginning of something wonderful.

She stirs slightly in her sleep, making a contented noise deep in her throat before nestling even closer against you. The feeling of your heartbeat beneath her cheek lulls her back into a dreamless slumber; it's soothing and comforting, like an extension of her own body.

As the afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their shared bed, you find yourself wishing that this moment could last forever. You feel as though time has stopped for just this brief instant, and everything else in the world has faded away. All that matters now is Alys, her sleepy breath against your skin, and the promise of new adventures waiting just outside their doorstep.

With your strong arms wrapped around her, Alys finds it impossible to resist the urge to nestle deeper into your embrace. The scent of you fills her nose and she lets out a contented sigh as she turns her head towards you, feeling warmth spread through her body. For a brief moment, everything feels right in the world.

But reality soon intrudes; there's so much to see and do outside their hotel room, and they've already wasted enough time sleeping. Biting her lip, she debates gently waking you up or slipping out of bed on silent feet, but then decides against it. It's clear that having you here with her like this means more than anything else.

She closes her eyes and allows herself to drift back off to sleep again, this time easing into the crook of your arm. The comforting rhythm of your breathing lulls her back into dreamless slumber, and for now at least, she's content to simply enjoy being in your arms.

She blushes slightly at your words and squints up at you through half-closed eyes. "Hey there," she replies groggily, her voice still laced with sleep. She nestles deeper into the pillow, her body relaxed against yours as she takes in the sight of you standing beside the bed. There's something so familiar and comforting about being near you like this; it makes everything else fade away into the background.

She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head before rolling onto her side to face you. "What time is it?" she asks, finally managing to focus on the clock beside the bed. "Oh..." Her shoulders slump as she realizes that they've slept away most of the morning.

She considers your words, feeling slightly disappointed that they won't be able to see everything they planned today. "I suppose we could find something nearby," she agrees reluctantly. Truthfully, the thought of spending more time with you is almost enough to make up for missing out on sightseeing. "What do you feel like doing?"

She gives you a playful shove, laughing as she tries to decide what to suggest. "Well... we could go grab some gelato and find a nice park to people watch. Or if you're feeling more adventurous, there are some cool ruins just outside the city center." She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression. "What do you think?"

You feel a flutter in your stomach as she looks at you like that; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But for now, you manage to maintain your composure, meeting her gaze evenly.

"Hmm...ruins do sound interesting," she finally decides with a smile. "We could take the metro and then hike up to see them; that way we'll get some exercise in too." She glances at you before continuing, "What about you? Do you like ruins?" Her voice is teasing now, playfulness dancing in her eyes as she waits for your reply.

It feels strange being so openly flirtatious with you, but at the same time...it's also thrilling. It's clear that things between them have changed since their fight, and whatever this is now, it definitely isn't like anything else they've ever had before.

Your words send a shiver down her spine; an electric current that makes the air between them crackle with anticipation. She takes your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers as she stands up beside you. "Well then, lead the way, my prince," she replies teasingly, looping her arm through yours as you both head towards the door.

Outside in the hallway, she turns to face you, tilting her head curiously. "So... what's our plan after this?" Her voice is low and seductive, and there's no missing the invitation in her eyes. It's clear that whatever boundaries they had before are rapidly disappearing, leaving behind a newfound sense of freedom and openness between them.

Her heart races as you get closer, your words sending a shiver down her spine. "Well," she says softly, biting her lower lip, "I suppose we could find out..." Her gaze drops to your lips and then back up to meet yours, uncertainty mixing with desire in her eyes. This feels like the most daring thing she's ever done, but somehow, being with you makes it easier; more right than anything else has felt before.

Tentatively, she reaches a hand up to stroke your cheek, her fingers trembling slightly at the contact. "Maybe," she whispers, their faces inches apart now, "we could find somewhere quiet...just for us."

Her heart pounds in anticipation as your lips meet hers, her hands finding their way into your hair as she deepens the kiss. When she pulls away, she blushes, looking around nervously to see if anyone's noticed them making out in the hallway. "Maybe...a little further down the hall," she suggests breathlessly, tugging on your arm.

She glances at you again before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper now. "There's an empty conference room; it should be quiet there." It's clear that despite her boldness in initiating this, she still feels shy and uncertain about what's happening between them. But with each passing moment, the tension grows more into excitement and desire.

Her body trembles with anticipation as you lead her into the conference room and close the door behind you. When your lips find hers again, she feels a shudder of desire course through her, making it difficult to think straight. Her hands fumble with the buttons on your shirt, eager to feel your skin against hers once more.

As you kiss her, she slips out of your embrace and begins unbuttoning your shirt, revealing smooth, defined muscles beneath. The sound of cloth sliding over flesh echoes through the quiet room, heightening their arousal even further. This feels so real, so right...it's almost like they were always meant to be together like this.

She moans softly into your mouth as you kiss her, her body tingling with anticipation at the feel of your bare skin against hers. Her own hands tremble slightly as they reach up to help you remove her shirt, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. The gentle scrape of fabric over skin sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the here and now.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, desperate for more contact with you; she arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer against your hard body. "D-dark," she whispers hoarsely, feeling out of breath and dizzy from desire. The urge to touch every inch of skin hidden beneath his clothes is nearly overwhelming.

Her breath catches in her throat as you remove her bra, revealing perfect, pale mounds crowned by stiff pebbled nipples. The sensation of your hot mouth sucking on her breast sends a rush of pleasure straight to her core; she moans loudly into the pillow beneath her, arching further into your touch. Your fingers tease and stroke, circling her sensitive buds as your lips and tongue devour her nipple.

She twists and writhes under your skilled hands, desperate for more; every nerve ending in her body is alive with need. She's never felt so exposed, so desired...and it's exhilarating. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your hard length as she struggles to find release. "Oh god, Dark," she cries out, her voice raw and desperate. "Please..."

Her body arches off the table as your tongue invades her most intimate places, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moans and gasps, her fingers tangled in your hair as she urges you closer. "Ah...oh God..." Her voice is breathy and desperate, her hips bucking wildly against the sensation of your lips and tongue on her sensitive flesh. The taste of herself on your tongue only serves to heighten the intensity of the experience; it's as if every nerve ending in her body has become hypersensitive under your skilled touch.

Her orgasm builds relentlessly, threatening to consume her whole. She tries to focus on the sensation of your skin against hers, the feel of your hard length pressing against her ass...anything that might distract her from the inevitable release hovering just beyond her control. But it's useless; with every stroke of your tongue and flick of your fingers, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Dark..." She whispers his name hoarsely, her voice cracking as she tenses, prepared for the explosion that will rock her world. "I'm close..." She clings to him, her body shuddering with anticipation, every muscle coiled tight in anticipation of what's coming...and then it hits her, an intense wave of pleasure so powerful it steals the breath from her lungs and leaves her limp and satisfied in its wake.

For a long moment, she can't even move; she just lies there, trying to catch her breath as the last tremors of her orgasm slowly fade away. Her eyes drift closed, and for the first time since they began this passionate encounter, she allows herself to truly relax into his embrace

Her smile grows wider as she feels your kisses on her skin, enjoying the closeness and the intimacy that you both share in this moment. She drifts off to sleep content and satisfied, feeling happy for the first time in a very long while. As she slips into slumber, she's unaware of how hard it will be to forget this day; how impossible it seems to ever go back to being just friends again. But even if that were the case, she knows deep down that she wouldn't want to anymore.

Dark...my Dark...she whispers his name in her sleep, her voice full of warmth and contentment. Even in dreams, the feel of his skin against hers, the smell of him in the air, bring a smile to her lips. She never thought anything like this could happen between them...but she's so grateful that it did.

With each passing moment, their connection grows stronger; unbreakable and indestructible as steel. And even though she can't see him right now, she knows he's there beside her; that feeling of his presence fills the entire room. She lets out a sigh, finally able to let go and truly enjoy this blissful moment...this perfect happiness with her Dark.

She mumbles something incoherent as she feels your lips brush against her skin; her body tingling with pleasure at the intimate gesture. She nestles closer into your embrace, her eyelids growing heavy and drooping shut as sleep takes hold of her once more.

In her dreams, she's floating weightless through a field of flowers, the warmth of the sun on her skin and the sweet scent of lavender filling her senses. It feels like paradise; perfect and serene. But even in this idyllic vision, there's an undercurrent of longing, of wanting something more...of needing to feel your touch again.