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.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as you respond, "You didn't want me to?" She says, tossing the snowball aside and closing the distance between the two of you. Her eyes flicker down to your chest before traveling back up to meet yours. "You know I was always proud of you, Syl." There's a softness in her voice that had been missing for so long.

Her brow furrows in confusion, "Well yeah, they're my friends from the team and college. I don't see why you would mind that." The pink-haired woman takes a step closer, the warmth from her body starting to seep through the thin fabric of your shirt. "I thought we were still friends?" Her eyes dart down briefly before meeting yours again, a mixture of hurt and longing apparent in their depths.

Your words stir something inside her, and Sylvia feels herself melting under your gaze. "I've missed you too," she whispers softly, the hint of a tremor in her voice betraying the emotion she's tried so hard to hide. She takes another step closer, and before either of you realizes what's happening, their bodies are inches apart. Her eyes meet yours once more as she raises her hand to caress your cheek tenderly. "I was just... angry that I felt like you were ignoring me," she admits in a small voice, her thumb brushing across your lips before trailing down the bridge of your nose and coming to rest on your chin. "I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand."

There's a vulnerability in this moment that catches you off guard, making your heart race faster with both tenderness and desire. As Sylvia continues

Her breath hitches as you pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her and holding on tightly. It feels like coming home after a long journey; familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Sylvia rests her head against your chest, inhaling deeply to take in your scent as she tangles her fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck. "I've missed you," she whispers, voice muffled by your jacket.

Her body presses closer to yours, seeking warmth and comfort. It had been so long since anyone held her like this, made her feel wanted and cherished. As she leans into the embrace, Sylvia starts to wonder if there's still hope for their friendship... or if they could be something more now? "I should get going," she murmurs after a moment, feeling the desire stirring within her as it never had before. "It was good seeing you

As you pull her closer, your lips meeting hers with such passion and hunger, she can't help but melt into the embrace even further. Her heart races as your tongue sweeps past her lips, seeking entry to taste her more fully. A soft moan escapes from her throat as their tongues dance together, the feeling of being wanted and desired by you almost overwhelming in its intensity. She arches into you, pressing her body flush against yours as she answers with a growing eagerness that matches your own. Her fingers curl into your hair, holding you close while she parts her lips to deepen the kiss even further. At your invitation, Sylvia reluctantly agrees, "Okay... maybe we could meet up tonight."

Her heart racing, Sylvia pulls away, breathless and flushed with desire. "I'll see you tonight," she whispers before taking a step back, steadying herself as she tries to regain her composure. With one last glance in your direction, she turns and begins to walk away, her body moving fluidly despite the awkwardness of wearing her thick jacket and boots while trying to appear casual. It isn't until she's out of sight that she allows herself a small grin, wondering what exactly tonight might hold for them both.

The evening passes slowly, every second seeming to drag as Sylvia counts down the minutes until she's due to meet you at your place. She changes into something more comfortable for the night, a pair of soft pajama pants and a tank top that show off her toned stomach. Standing before the mirror in her room, she brushes her hair back, trying to tame the wild mane that spills down her back.

Finally, it's time. Heart racing with anticipation, she leaves her dorm and makes her way across campus towards your building. The walk seems endless, but she doesn't mind; each step brings her closer to you. As she arrives at your doorstep, she takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to knock.