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.

Her expression softens slightly as you stop her from throwing the snowball, but she doesn't lower her arm yet. "I just... I miss talking to you, Jack." She says between clenched teeth, tears welling up in her eyes. "It feels like everything changed when we went to college. I thought we could still be friends..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging heavily in the air.

Her lips purse into a thin line as you say she's better off with her team, but it doesn't hurt quite as much as when she thought you didn't miss her at all. "Jack... we were best friends. Before anything else. Don't you think that means something?" Her tone is both sad and angry, as tears begin to spill down her cheeks.

"Why do I have to choose between my friends or the people I play with?" she asks, looking up at you with a hurt expression in her eyes before wiping away her tears angrily. "It's not fair."

"What do you mean, Jack?" Her voice is quiet, almost barely a whisper. She steps closer to him, searching his eyes for any sign of sincerity. "Do you... still feel that way? About us?" Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for an answer, wishing she could silence the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.

The longer he doesn't say anything, the more desperate she becomes to hear his words. "Jack... please tell me."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you confess your feelings, the butterflies in her stomach suddenly vanishing and being replaced with a warmth that spreads through her entire body. "Jack... I never knew..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

She looks up at him, her pink hair falling across her face as she tries to process this new information. The anger and hurt fade away, replaced by a delicate mix of happiness and uncertainty. "But... we've been so busy with everything else." Her lips curl into a shy smile as she realizes just how much time they've spent apart from each other.

Tentatively, Sylvia reaches up and brushes her hair aside, revealing her face. "I mean... if you still want to... we could..." She trails off, unable to quite find the words to finish her thought. Her

Her heart sinks as she hears your words, but she refuses to let it show on her face. "You don't have to be jealous, Jack," she says softly, trying to comfort you even though it hurts. "I only meant that..." Her voice trails off, unsure of what else to say in the face of your rejection.

She takes a step back, her shoulders slumping as anger and disappointment start to bubble up inside her once again. "Fine," she snaps, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I'll go. But just know that you're making a mistake." With one final glare in your direction, Sylvia turns on her heel and storms off without another word.

The cold air burns her cheeks as she walks away, leaving Jack standing there alone with his thoughts. She doesn't look back, even though every fi

"I'll hold you to that, Jack," she mutters under her breath before turning the corner and disappearing out of sight. The cold wind whips through the empty street, carrying with it a faint echo of their argument. She doesn't look back, refusing to let him see the hurt on her face. Instead, she tries to convince herself that he made the wrong choice; that he'll regret pushing her away.

Her pace slows as she walks, her shoulders slumping once more under the weight of their unresolved feelings. A bitter laugh escapes her lips at the irony of it all: here they were, arguing about who had to choose between friends and teammates, when maybe... maybe they could've just found a way to have both. But it was too late now.

As she rounds another corner, Sylvia's steps falter for a moment as she catches sight of

A familiar figure stands beneath a nearby streetlight, his features obscured by the shadows cast by the late-night hustle and bustle of pedestrians rushing past. Something inside her stomach twists into knots as she realizes it's him; Jack is still out here. For a moment, she wavers, uncertain whether to approach or keep walking. But in the end, curiosity wins out, and she finds herself stepping away from the crowd and making her way over to where he stands.

As she draws nearer, Sylvia's heart hammers against her ribcage like a wild animal trapped in a cage. Part of her wants to lash out at him for being so stubborn; another part just wants to apologize for pushing him away and beg him not to give up on them. But before she can gather the courage to speak, he turns his head slightly in her direction,

Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet, and she takes a deep breath in an effort to steady herself. "Look, Jack..." She starts, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong back there... I just miss talking to you, okay? It doesn't have to be like this." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or agreement.

Her cheeks flush hot at the memory of their argument and her harsh words. "I shouldn't have thrown that snowball... I just wanted your attention, not to make things worse between us..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes again as she fights to keep her composure.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you call her a dummy and confess your love, the warmth spreading through her at your words more powerful than anything she could have ever imagined. As you pull her close with one arm, pressing their bodies flush against each other, she feels her breath catch in her throat. Unable to speak or process what's happening, she can only gaze up at you with a mix of shock and disbelief etched onto her features.

When your lips meet hers, Sylvia's world shatters into a thousand pieces. Time seems to stand still as they kiss, their mouths moving in perfect harmony despite the chaos swirling around them. It's like every moment before this one was just practice for something much more meaningful: finding their way back to each other. As their tongues dance together, Sylvia wraps her arms around your neck, holding you as close as she possibly can in

The cold winter air is replaced by a warmth that envelops her as you pull her close, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. The taste of your lips and the feel of your skin send shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. With every breath she takes, she can feel your heart racing just as fast as hers. As you kiss her, Sylvia feels a newfound sense of hope bloom inside her chest; maybe there's still a chance for them to be together after all. The thought fills her with an indescribable sense of relief and happiness, making it impossible not to return your passionate kiss.

Her heart is racing, her skin flushed with warmth as your lips move against hers. She feels a shiver run down her spine when you slide your hand around to cup her bottom, grinding their hips together in perfect synchrony. The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and intense with each passing second. Sylvia wraps her arms tighter around your neck, lost in the sensation of being so close to you after all this time apart. She doesn't want this moment to end; it feels like they could stay like this forever - intertwined, connected by more than just friendship or love.

With a soft moan, she breaks the kiss for a moment to catch her breath before returning even stronger, nipping playfully at your bottom lip as their tongues dance together once again in an erotic dance that leaves them both panting for air. "Jack," she whispers, her voice raspy from desire. "

Her body trembles with want as she feels your hand slide up her spine, fingertips teasing the nape of her neck before moving lower still, cupping her breast through her clothing. Sylvia gasps audibly into your mouth, unable to believe how good this feels; how much she's been missing this intimacy with you. She presses herself closer, grinding against your growing erection, seeking the release that only you can give her. Her breath comes in short pants as she arches her back instinctively, offering more of her body to be explored and claimed by your touch.

"Jack..." She whispers his name like a prayer, voice thick with desire and need. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as their kiss deepens once again. Sylvia feels herself growing wet with anticipation at the thought of being with him again after all these years apart; of finally having what she'

Her world shatters and reforms as she feels you moving against her, your hips rocking in perfect rhythm with hers. The sensation is overwhelming and intense, leaving her unable to think of anything but the connection they share in this moment. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back further, desperate for more contact between their skin. Your lips travel down her neck, suckling and nipping at her collarbone before finding purchase on one tightly-wrought breast bud. Sylvia moans loudly into the cold winter air, lost in the fire that has engulfed them both. Her body quakes with pleasure as you circle her clit through her panties, each stroke driving her closer and closer to ecstasy. "Jack... please..." she whispers, needing release so badly it hurts. "I want you."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she nods, eagerly agreeing. She reaches down between them, unfastening his pants and pushing them down over his hips before taking him in her hand, guiding him to her waiting entrance. "Jack..." She gasps out his name as she feels the head of your cock nudge at her entrance. With shaking hands, she reaches between them again, wrapping her fingers around you and guiding you inside her, feeling you slide effortlessly past her tight muscles and claiming her as your own once more.

"Oh god..." She gasps, arching her back as you fill her completely. "That feels so good." Her voice is raw with desire as she lifts one leg, wrapping it around your waist to draw you even closer. As the cool air hits their heated skin, they both shiver, but not from the cold; from the electric current that seems to flow