You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

You see Sylvia smile at your words, the orange lights from the streetlamps making her eyes almost seem to glow. "Hey, it's been way too long," she agrees, setting aside the snowball in her hand and walking up closer to you. "I can't believe we haven't talked or hung out since college started." She tilts her head slightly, studying your face in the dim light.

A small frown crosses Sylvia 's features at your words, her tone somewhat bitter as she responds, "You didn't have to ignore me just because I was busy with volleyball." She takes another step closer and reaches out to touch your arm gently. "I thought we could talk, maybe catch up a bit... if you want?" Her blue eyes meet yours sincerely, an unspoken plea for understanding hidden behind her gaze.

Her hand lingers on your arm, the contact sending a shiver down your spine. You glance away briefly, unable to resist the urge to study her face once more.

Sylvia flashes you a bright smile, her cheeks flushing slightly at your compliment. "Thanks," she says with genuine gratitude before stepping even closer to you, their bodies almost touching now as she leans in. "I've missed hanging out with you too," she admits quietly, looking into your eyes as she speaks. "Things just got a bit crazy after college started... but I want things to be like they used to be." Her voice trails off for a moment before adding, "Don't you?"

Sylvia tilts her head slightly, thinking back on the countless hours they spent together before college ruined everything. "Well, you know... us being there for each other no matter what. Supporting each other's dreams and ambitions. Hanging out all the time... making plans for our future." Her voice is almost wistful as she remembers those simpler times. "Don't you want that back?" She asks, searching your eyes for any sign of the connection they once shared.

Hearing you say those words, Sylvia lets out a small sigh of relief. "It really was the best time in my life," she confesses softly. Her gaze never leaves yours as she slowly leans even closer to you now, their bodies nearly touching from chest to shoulder. "I always thought that if anyone could understand me and want to be there for me through everything... it would've been you." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her breath ghosting over your cheek as she speaks.

For a moment, they remain like this, locked in an intense gaze that seems to span centuries of history and friendship. And then, slowly but surely, Sylvia leans even further forward until their lips are just barely brushing against yours... waiting for your permission before sealing the deal.

Sylvia feels her heart skip a beat as their lips touch, and she wonders if this is really happening. She presses gently forward, allowing herself to indulge in the feeling of his soft lips against hers. Her hands find their way up your arms, wrapping around your shoulders in a possessive gesture that almost seems desperate for more closeness. for this moment to never end.

His reaction throws her off for a moment, but Sylvia doesn't pull away. She presses herself closer against him, enjoying the feel of his body and wondering how she could have been so blind before. "I-I don't know," she stammers out, cheeks flushing brightly. "I mean... we always had a special connection, right? And I just started realizing things differently when we got to college... but even then..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express everything that's been brewing inside of her for months now.

Her lips press against his more firmly as she tries to convey all those emotions through their kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and holding on like she might drown without him. Sylvia moans softly into the kiss, her desire for this moment overwhelming any lingering shyness or self-consciousness she may have

Sylvia releases a small, shuddering breath against your lips as her brain processes your words and remembers where they are: outside in the cold, with people walking past them. She reluctantly pulls back from the kiss, feeling suddenly self-conscious now that reality has intruded on their intimate moment. "Oh... uh... yeah," she manages to say as her gaze drops shyly to the ground, avoiding meeting yours directly. "We should probably go somewhere warmer..." She trails off, looking up at you uncertainly, hoping that you'll still want to be with her even now that their moment has been interrupted.

Her hands fall away from your neck and shoulders, leaving a cold spot on your skin where she once held you so tightly. She crosses her arms over her chest, hugging herself as she awaits your reply, the look in her eyes pleading

Sylvia's heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but grin widely. "Okay," she agrees with relief in her voice before leading the way through the bustling crowd of people still milling about after the game. Her arms remain crossed over her chest as they walk, her body language betraying a mix of uncertainty and excitement about where this newfound connection might lead them. Every now and then she'll sneak a sideways glance in your direction, unable to keep herself from admiring how handsome you look even under the harsh glare of streetlights.

As they approach her house, Sylvia hesitates for a moment before speaking up again. "Um... do you want to come inside? To my place, I mean?" Her cheeks flush at the thought of having you over for the first time since their fight. She hopes that maybe tonight could be

"Of course, anything," she says with a small laugh as she unlocks her front door and steps aside to let you in. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and hangs her jacket up by the door before leading you into the living room where they used to spend countless hours together back in their childhood days. She perches on the edge of the couch, anxiously awaiting your questions while feeling more exposed than ever without her layers of clothing for protection. Her heart is hammering wildly in her chest and she can feel herself growing wet between the legs just from being so close to you again.

Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to speak, her expression a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Sylvia is both terrified of losing what they have tonight but also thrilled at the idea of finally being able to explore this new side of their relationship. "So," she

"It's not that I forgot about you," she says with a small, pained laugh. "You were always there in the back of my mind... but things just got so crazy after college started and I thought we needed some space." She pauses for a moment before continuing more slowly, her gaze never leaving yours. "And as for why you... I think it's because you were always there for me when no one else was. Even when we weren't talking, I knew I could count on you to be my friend." Her cheeks flush slightly at the confession and she ducks her head sheepishly. "I guess a part of me always hoped that maybe... someday..."

Her voice trails off, her thoughts spinning as she tries to make sense of it all in her head. She crosses one leg over the other and twirls a strand of hair around her finger nervously while waiting

"I-I don't know," she stammers, shaking her head slightly as if to clear it. "Just someday things would be like they used to be... that we could be together again." She pauses, hesitating before admitting, "And maybe more than just friends this time around..." Her cheeks grow even warmer at her confession, and she looks away briefly, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

"I'm sorry if I made it seem like I forgot about you or didn't care," she continues in a small voice. "That was never my intention."

The thought of finally voicing her desires out loud makes Sylvia 's heart race faster. She takes a deep breath before replying, "I don't know exactly... I just want us to be close again like we were back then." Her eyes search your face for any signs of understanding or agreement, but she can only see confusion and wariness reflected in them. "And maybe more intimate... if that's what you want too," she adds softly, her cheeks flushing at the admission.

She pauses for a moment before continuing, "I've never been with anyone else besides you, User#1736310578870. I've always thought that if there was only one person I could ever love... it would be you." Her voice catches in her throat as she finally says the words aloud, the admission leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed like never

Her heart skips a beat at the revelation that you've changed your name, and she feels a strange mixture of hurt and betrayal wash over her. But even as these emotions rise to the surface, she can't help but feel a twinge of understanding. You were trying to move on too, just like she was. "Oh," is all she can manage to say before regaining some semblance of composure. "I-I see."

She stands up abruptly from the couch, unable to remain still any longer. Her hands find their way up to her hips as she paces back and forth across the room, her eyes cast downward in thought. "So... what does that mean for us now? I mean... do you want to try to be friends again?"

The words taste bitter in her mouth, but Sylvia forces them out anyway, needing some kind of answer from you after everything

Sylvia pauses in her pacing, the name 'Rane' rolling off her tongue awkwardly at first but slowly becoming more familiar with each repetition. "I... I can try calling you that," she says quietly, still not meeting your eyes. Her heart feels like it's being pulled in a million different directions; part of her wants to run back to the time when things were simpler between them, while another part yearns for this newfound intimacy and closeness they could have together.

She takes a deep breath and slowly sits down on the edge of the couch again, facing you directly this time. "So... we can try being friends again," she says tentatively, searching your face for any sign of how you truly feel about this new dynamic between them. "But maybe with some boundaries this time around? Just to make sure neither of us gets hurt again." Her lips quirk into a small, uncertain smile.

The thought of being your lover sends a shiver down Sylvia's spine, and she finds herself unable to resist the urge to lean forward slightly. Her gaze drops to your lips before traveling upward once more, catching and holding onto the spark of desire that she sees there. "I can be your lover," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. A flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she waits for your reaction, heart hammering wildly in her chest with anticipation.

A small smile plays on her lips at your words, relief washing over her like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer day. "I don't want that either," she whispers, leaning even closer to you now until their noses are almost touching. "I want us to be together... always." Her hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, the simple touch sending a thrill down her spine.

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she studies your features for any sign that you feel the same way. Sylvia 's world seems to spin out of control as she waits for you to reply, her body growing warmer by the second and her breath coming faster with anticipation. "So," she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "what do we do now?"

Sylvia blushes deeply at your words, her cheeks flushing redder than they have in years. Butterflies dance a merry waltz in her stomach as she leans closer still until their lips are just inches apart. Her breath mingles with yours, warm and sweet against the cold night air. Her eyes meet yours, the intensity of the connection sending shivers down her spine.

Without another thought, Sylvia presses her lips to yours, her mouth opening eagerly as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still, desperate for every inch of your skin against hers. Her tongue darts out to tease the seam of your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth, and when you part your lips to let her in, she practically crawls inside, tasting and exploring every curve and crevice of your warm

Her kisses grow bolder and more demanding, her tongue dancing with yours in an erotic dance that seems to last forever. The soft groan escaping her throat as you deepen the kiss only serves to spur her on, urging her to explore every hidden corner of your mouth. Her body arches into yours, seeking contact with your hardening length, and when she feels it pressed against her through the fabric of their clothes, she moans hungrily into your mouth.

Her hands snake down your back, digging into the firm muscles there before skimming lower to grasp your ass and pull you even closer. Sylvia's need for you grows stronger with every passing second, her desire burning hotter than anything she's ever felt before. She wants you naked, wants to feel your skin pressed against hers as they move together in a rhythm older than time itself.