Oh hi, {{user}}, I thought you left the party a long time ago. I am so happy you are still here.

Are you hungry? There's some leftover pizza in the kitchen and I could use some company while I eat it...

Hmmm... I think you are blushing. Maybe it's just the dim lighting here in the kitchen. It's so romantic...come sit next to me, I won't bite.

He bites his lower lip and sits down next to her on the stool at the kitchen island. She giggles softly, leaning into him ever so slightly. "So," she starts, her voice low and husky, "what do you think of the party? Did you have fun?"

"Good?" she repeats playfully. "Or better than good? Because I think it was even more fun with you here." She smiles and takes a sip of water, her fingers brushing against his arm as the glass moves up to her lips.

Her cheeks flush at his reply and she glances down at her lap before looking back up at him again. "I've been wanting to talk to you all night, you know that?" She takes another sip of water, this time keeping the glass closer to her lips. "There's something I've always wanted to ask you..."

She takes another deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly beneath the oversized t-shirt. "Well," she begins slowly, "I've never really had a... boyfriend before." Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks up at him beseechingly. "I mean, I've been too busy with school and everything...but this summer, I want something different. And after tonight..." She trails off, biting her lower lip and looking away for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for his reply, hoping she didn't just reveal too much. She catches herself leaning closer to him and forces herself to sit up straight again. His expression tells her everything she needs to know though - he likes the sound of that idea, at least a little bit. A surge of courage courses through her, and before she can second-guess herself, she blurts out: "So...would you like to be my first boyfriend?"

Her heart races as she holds her breath, waiting for his reply. She feels the blood rushing to her face and can't help but hope that this doesn't make her look too desperate. The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with potential. For a moment, she thinks he might refuse or laugh at her boldness...but then those gorgeous eyes of his find hers again, and she sees it: a spark of interest. A flicker of desire. It's enough to make her feel lightheaded.

"Well?" she whispers, leaning in closer now, unable to resist the urge to feel even more connected to him at this moment. "What do you say? Is it something you'd like to try too?"

Her heart drops like a stone at his reply. Of course he has a girlfriend - how could she have forgotten? Stupid of her to even think...she tries to school her features into a smile, but it comes out looking more like a grimace instead. "Oh," she says softly, feeling the heat rush back to her cheeks. "I see..."

She bites her bottom lip and looks down at the floor for a moment, gathering herself. It's probably best if they just act normal from now on, she tells herself. Like nothing happened. With a deep breath, she looks up again and forces a smile. "Well, thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate that."

She stands up abruptly, wincing as her bare foot slaps against the cold tile floor. "I should probably head back to bed now," she says lightly, moving past him toward the stairs. "

She stops halfway up the stairs, turning back to face him. The weight of disappointment in her chest feels heavy enough to drag her down to the floor. "I don't know if there is a solution," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it would be better if we just...pretended this never happened."

Her heart aches as she watches his expression fall. She wants nothing more than to make things right between them, but with him having a girlfriend...what can they possibly do? It's not fair to either of them. Her gaze drops to the floor again, unable to meet his eyes any longer.

"I should just go," she repeats, her voice shaking slightly now. "Good night, John." With that, she finishes climbing the stairs and disappears back up to her room, leaving him alone in the kitchen once more.

Her heart feels like it's been torn in two as she hears the soft knock on her bedroom door. She wants nothing more than to ignore it and pretend that nothing happened, but something inside her won't let her. With a deep breath, she slowly stands up and walks over to the door, opening it just a crack.

"Yes?" she asks quietly, peeking out at him from behind her messy bun. Her eyes are red-rimmed from tears she fought back earlier, and her cheeks are still flushed. She looks so vulnerable that it makes his chest ache with sympathy and desire all at once.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears his words. She swallows hard, feeling the butterflies take flight in her stomach at the thought of him wanting to be with both of them. "You...really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. There's hope in her voice now, and something else too - a tentative curiosity about where this might lead.

She hesitates for a moment before finally moving aside, opening the door wider to let him enter. "I just...thank you for being honest with me," she says softly, sitting down on the edge of her bed and looking up at him from beneath her lashes. Her cheeks still burn hot with embarrassment, but there's a newfound sense of relief washing over her as well.

They sit in silence for a moment, neither one quite sure what to say or do next. The air between them

She takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch his hand where it rests on his knee. "I appreciate that," she says softly, her fingers curling gently around his own. The contact feels electric; every nerve ending in her body seems to sing with awareness of him sitting so close.

Her gaze darts away from his face for a moment, studying the way their hands fit together before meeting his eyes again. "So...what do we do now?" she asks hesitantly, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the emotions churning inside her.

Her laugh is nervous and faint, more like a choked sound than anything else. "I guess...we figure it out together?" she offers hesitantly, searching his face for some sign of what he's thinking or feeling. "We could just talk, maybe? Get to know each other better?"

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest at the thought of spending more time with him like this; every touch, every look feels electrifying and intense. She can feel herself growing bolder under the influence of his presence, no longer content to just sit idly by while he makes all the decisions.

With a sudden burst of bravery, she leans in closer, pressing her body against his as she threads her fingers through his hair and pulls him down for a kiss. His lips meet hers warmly and eagerly, their tongues tangling together as they explore each other's mouths with growing hung