A little girl with neck-length brown hair comes running across the playground, her white summer dress flapping in the breeze. She doesn't see the young boy sitting by the swings until it's too late. "Oof!" The collision sends them both tumbling to the ground. Reyna sits up, her hazel eyes wide as she takes in the scrawny kid she just flattened. "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry!" She scrambles to her feet, brushing wood chips off her dress. "I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" She offers a hand to help the boy up, her other hand. [Switch to present day, 22 year old Reyna crashes into {{user}} in the college hallway] Reyna comes barreling down the hallway, messenger bag thumping against her side as she rushes to class. She rounds the corner without looking and slams right into a solid male figure. "Hey, watch where you're...going..." Her annoyed words trail off as she realizes who she's run into - {{user}}, her childhood friend who disappeared without a trace years ago. "You..." She takes an involuntary step back, brown eyes wide with shock that quickly darkens to anger. "You're alive? All this time we thought...how dare you!" Her fists clench at her sides, anger and hurt washing over her pretty features. "You just vanished! We grieved for you, asshole! And you're just...here?!" She jabs a finger into his chest, lips trembling with a mix of residual concern and fury. "You have a lot of fucking explaining to do, {{user}}. Starting with why the hell you never reached out!"

"Ha! Right, and that's why you didn't even come to my graduation?" She scoffs disbelievingly. "You were the only person who made high school tolerable, Yaya! And you just... disappeared!" Tears pool in her hazel eyes as she stares up at him, unable to keep the hurt from showing on her face. "Why didn't you ever write or call?"

"Reyna..." He says softly, his eyes scanning over her face and noticing how much she's grown, how beautiful she's become. A pang of guilt hits him hard in the chest as he realizes what a shitty friend he was, both before and after his accident. "I'm sorry. I should have found some way to let you know."

She wipes roughly at her cheeks, glaring up at him defiantly. "Why? Why didn'

Her expression softens slightly at his apology, but she's not about to forgive him that easily. "Don't expect me to just let it go," she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall. "You have some explaining to do. And I want to know why you're here now, and not with us."

He looks at Reyna for a long moment, searching for some sign that she still cares for him beneath all that anger. Seeing her beautiful face, untouched by the years apart... it brings a flood of emotions rushing back to him. "I came back because I realized how much you meant to me," he admits quietly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "And because I want to make things right."

Reyna's eyes widen as his hand grazes her cheek, and she instinctively

Her eyes close briefly as his touch sends a shiver down her spine. This is exactly the reaction he was hoping for...and it only makes her angrier. With a snort, she pushes his hand away and crosses her arms back over her chest, glaring up at him once more. "We'll see about that," she mutters. "But don't think I'm just gonna fall into your arms again. You've got a lot of making up to do."

With one final suspicious look, Reyna turns and storms off down the hallway. She can't believe he would have the nerve to come back after everything that happened. The anger burning in her chest is almost enough to make her forget how much she used to care about him...but it won't be long before she realizes she never truly forgot.

As she rounds the corner, she can hear Yaya call

"We'll see," she repeats to herself before finally continuing down the hallway in the direction she was headed. She can feel his gaze burning into her back as she walks away, and it only fuels her anger further. But deep down, she knows that there's still a part of her that cares for him...and that thought alone infuriates her even more.

She pauses for a moment, considering his offer. Part of her wants to see him again, to get some answers and maybe even make things right between them...but another part of her is still so angry that she doesn't know if she can be civil with him just yet. Taking a deep breath, she turns back around and calls out over her shoulder, "Fine. I'll meet you tonight." Her voice is harsh and unforgiving, but there's a tiny note of reluctance that he might catch if he's really listening.

With renewed determination, she continues on her way to class, doing her best to ignore the way her heart skips a beat every time she thinks about seeing him later tonight. She'll play this cool and aloof, just like she always does...even if it kills her inside.

"Oh?" She says, arching an eyebrow as she steps inside the door he's holding open for her. "I didn't know you cooked." Her tone is teasing, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the surface. She takes off her shoes and hangs up her coat before following him into the cozy living room.

The smell of warm food fills the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation. "So, what did you make?" she asks, sitting down on the couch across from him. "I'm starving."

Her stomach grumbles again as the delicious smell fills her nostrils. "That sounds amazing," she says with a smile, sitting back against the cushions and crossing her legs at the knee. "I didn't know you were such a good cook." She glances over at him sideways, trying to gauge his reaction to her compliment.

They lapse into an uncomfortable silence as they wait for the food to finish cooking. Reyna finds herself fidgeting with her fingers, unsure of what to say or do in this awkward situation. She misses their easy banter from before, when it felt like they could talk about anything without needing to second-guess every word.

Finally, the timer goes off and Yaya rises from his seat to take out the dishes. "Well," he says with a sigh, setting a plate in front of her.

Reyna almost chokes on her food when he asks that question. "Um...yeah," she manages to say between coughs. "I mean, I didn't really have time for crushes in college. But before that..." She trails off, cheeks flushing slightly as she remembers their many late-night conversations about boys. "I guess we just grew apart."

She takes a bite of the food he cooked for her, savoring the delicious flavors and trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. This is so much harder than she thought it would be...dealing with all these emotions without him here to confide in. Maybe they should just talk about something else for now.

"So, how's school? You're still studying to be a doctor, right?" She asks between mouthfuls of food, hoping the change in topic will ease the

Surprised by his answer, Reyna looks up from her plate and studies him carefully. "You're serious?" She asks incredulously. "But you always seemed so into...I dunno, saving people or something." She shrugs, trying to find the words for what she means. "It just didn't seem like you."

He chuckles softly and takes a bite of his own food before answering. "Yeah, well sometimes life has other plans for us. I found my passion in cooking and I love it." He grins at her. "And it seems like you've kept up with your fashion side of things."

Reyna blushes slightly at the compliment. "Well, you know me...I'm always style-conscious." She laughs lightly, suddenly feeling more comfortable in his presence than she has all night. Maybe they can find a way to move past

Her laughter dies down as he asks her for help with his wardrobe. He...wants her opinion on clothes? A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she finds herself surprisingly flattered. "Of course I'll help you," she says with a grin. "I'd be happy to share my fashion sense with you."

As they finish their dinner and clean up the dishes together, Reyna finds herself enjoying his company more than she expected. The tension from earlier has faded away, replaced by an almost comfortable familiarity. Perhaps there's hope for them yet...but she won't let her guard down so easily this time around.

"Oh, you think so?" She says with a laugh, blushing slightly as she glances down at her figure self-consciously. "I actually do go to the gym regularly," she confesses, "but I've always been pretty active anyway." Running track was a big part of their high school lives, and even though she didn't join any clubs in college, she stayed active to keep herself busy.

"So what about you? You never were the athletic type..." She teases playfully as they finish loading the dishwasher together. "Maybe I could give you a few pointers on how to stay fit."

"Oh yeah?" She raises an eyebrow skeptically, not quite sure she believes him. "You never showed any signs of going to the gym...but I guess if you're working out that hard, it must show." As they exit the kitchen and head into the living room, she asks casually, "So what about later tonight? You want to grab a drink or something?"

The thought of spending more time alone with Yaya both excites and terrifies her in equal measures. She's not sure how much more of this back-and-forth banter she can handle before she admits the truth to herself...that maybe some part of her still cares for him. But for now, she'll focus on enjoying their rekindled friendship and playing it cool, just like always.

Surprised by his reply, she shrugs nonchalantly. "Oh well, we don't have to drink if you don't want to. There are plenty of other things we can do." She pauses for a moment before asking cautiously, "Is there maybe something specific you'd rather do instead?" Her tone is light and curious as she watches him carefully for any hint of unease or discomfort.

Part of her wants to know what happened during the years they were apart, while another part of her isn't quite ready to face those memories yet. But if talking about them helps Yaya move on and find closure, then maybe it's worth exploring further.

Her heart skips a beat at his admission, but she tries not to show it on her face. "I'm glad to hear that," she says quietly, looking away for a moment as she thinks about how much this revelation means to her. "But we can't go back in time and change things. All we can do is move forward from here." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing cautiously, "So...what are you hoping to find in the future?"

Her question hangs in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Part of her wants him to say that he's still interested in her, while another part just wants him to be happy no matter what path his life takes from here on out. She glances up at him through her lashes, waiting for his response.

Her heart skips a beat as he admits that she's always been important to him. Suddenly, the air feels different between them; heavier and charged with emotion. It's as if they've crossed some invisible boundary in their relationship, and now there's no going back.

She looks up at him through her lashes, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her - relief, happiness, sadness...and anger. Anger that he never told her how much she meant to him before, and how badly it hurts knowing that he was able to move on without her while she struggled with the pain of his absence.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to smile sweetly at him. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way," she says softly, playing it cool despite the turmoil churning inside her. "And I hope whatever you decide to do in

Her heart skips a beat as he leans in close, his breath tickling her ear. The thought of him kissing her sends shivers down her spine, and for a moment she forgets all about the anger and hurt that still lingers between them. Without thinking, she closes her eyes and tilts her head slightly to the side, waiting expectantly for the brush of his lips against hers.

The gentle pressure of his mouth against hers sends warmth coursing through her body, igniting a spark that's been dormant since they were teenagers. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and hungry as they pour their emotions into it - regret, longing, desire...and something more.

She can feel the weight of his years without her in this moment, and the desperation with which he's trying to make up for lost time. It's almost too much for her to bear,

But she can't bring herself to pull away. Not yet. She needs this connection with him, even if it's just for a moment. As they continue to kiss, the world around them fades away until there is nothing left but the two of them, caught up in a whirlwind of passion and emotion. It feels like they're on the edge of something new...something neither of them were expecting.

When he finally pulls back, she finds herself breathless and disoriented, her body humming with pleasure. She looks into his eyes, searching for some sign of what this means for them moving forward. But all she sees is desire - undeniable and consuming. "What...what does that mean?" she manages to stammer between ragged breaths.

His gaze drops to her lips before lifting back up, seeming to hesitate for a moment. Finally, he gives her a

Her heart pounds in her chest as he takes her by surprise, lifting her into his arms with such force and determination. It sends a shiver down her spine, making her insides quiver with anticipation. Her breath comes out in short gasps, and she clings to him tightly, unable to believe what's happening between them right now. As he carries her across the room toward his bedroom, Reyna can feel herself surrendering to the moment completely - giving in to their desire for one another with every fiber of her being.

When they reach his bed, she doesn't resist as he lays her down gently on top of the covers, following closely behind and hovering above her. Their gazes meet once more before he leans forward, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that leaves her wanting more...and needing him to quench this burning desire that's consuming every thought within

Her hands trail up his chest and around his neck as she deepens their kiss. She arches her back off the bed, pressing closer to him with a moan that vibrates through them both. His weight on top of her feels so good, so right...she never wants this moment to end. With every stroke of his tongue against hers and each groan of pleasure that escapes his lips, she's lost more and more in the passion they share.

She breaks away from their kiss for a moment, panting heavily as her eyes search his face for any sign of what he's thinking or feeling. But all she sees is desire...and an almost desperate need to be close to her. With this realization comes a surge of confidence that makes her bold enough to ask the question burning at the tip of her tongue: "Do you want me?" She whispers hoarsely, nails digging into his shoulders as she wa

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers her name, the confirmation sending waves of heat through her body. She arches her back even further into his touch, her lips parted in anticipation. Her hands find their way to his shirt, tugging it up and off over his head before running eager fingers through his soft hair. "Prove it," she breathes against his mouth, desire burning in her words like a flame.

He groans low in his throat as she urges him onward, pulling at the hem of his shirt until he's able to slip it over his head as well. Her hands run along his chest and then lower still, stopping just above where they meet at his waist. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, a question in her gaze. "Take off your pants," she says, voice husky with need. "Show me what you

Oh God..." Her hands tremble as she reaches out to unfasten his belt and slide the zipper down his jeans. She watches in breathless anticipation as he helps her push his pants and boxers down over his hips, revealing him fully to her. "Yaya...," she whispers, unable to hide her surprise at how aroused he is for her.

She runs a hand up his thigh and over his erection, her fingers curling around the length of him before wrapping around him tightly, feeling his heat through her skin. He groans loudly as she begins to stroke him in time with each breath, leaning down to take one of his nipples between her teeth as she does so.

Reyna feels herself growing wetter at the contact, wanting more than just her hand on him. Moving lower still, she reaches up and tugs at the elastic waistband of

Her fingers slip between their bodies to touch him where she most desires it. She finds that he's already growing hard against her skin and she gasps at the sensation of his hot flesh pressed against her fingertips. With a moan, she circles his entrance, spreading her wetness over him in anticipation. Her free hand moves up to cup one of his cheeks, urging him closer as she begins to slide her fingers in and out of her heat with each stroke.

He groans loudly against her neck, the feel of her slick skin surrounding him driving him wild. "Reyna...I want inside you," he whispers hoarsely, his hips bucking up instinctively in an attempt to push deeper into her grasp.

She smiles wickedly against his shoulder before reaching down between them and guiding him to the wet heat she feels so eagerly. With a sharp thrust, he'

reaches her core, filling her completely in one thrust. She gasps at the sensation of being so full and tight around him, every inch of his length stretching and caressing her insides. He begins to move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back into her with a moan that vibrates through her body. Their rhythm becomes quicker and more urgent as their need for one another grows impossibly higher.

She arches her back off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she wraps her legs around him tightly, taking him deeper inside with each motion. Her fingernails scrape against his shoulders as they claw at his skin in a desperate attempt to find purchase. "Yaya," she whimpers, her voice strained and hoarse from exertion. "I need...I need..."

Her words are lost as he quickens his pace

Her body trembles as the pleasure washes over her in waves. His name is a curse on her tongue, escaping between parted lips as he drives deeper and harder into her. She can feel his release building inside him, growing closer with every thrust. And just as she thinks she can't take anymore, just as she thinks she's reached the end of this unbelievable high...he groans against her neck and stills his movements inside her.

For a moment, everything goes quiet between them. Her heart races as she waits for him to speak, to tell her what's happening. But all he does is look down at her with an expression that's equal parts satisfaction and confusion. Confusion that grows as he pulls out of her, letting their bodies fall apart as they lie panting on the bed. "Reyna?" He whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry."

Her breath catch

She blinks, staring up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "That was...amazing." Her hands move to his shoulders, trying to push him back down onto her as she arches her hips into the air, wanting more of him even now that it's over.

He shakes his head slightly, his expression still uncertain. "No, I mean...I shouldn't have done that." He looks away from her, a frown pulling at his lips. "We can't...this changes everything." She frowns, not understanding what he means by 'everything'.

"What are you talking about?" she demands, frustration creeping into her voice now. "We were friends, we hung out all the time. What difference does one kiss make?" But even as she says it, a little voice inside her head tells her that this isn

"It was just one kiss," she whispers, still not quite believing what he's saying. "It doesn't have to change anything." She reaches up, cupping his cheek and tilting his head back so that he has to meet her gaze. "I want this, Yaya. I want you." Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry the weight of her heart behind them.

He stares at her for a long moment before finally nodding slightly. A slow smile curves his lips upward, and she can feel herself melting beneath its warmth. "Okay," he breathes, "then let's just...let's see where this goes." His fingers trail down her chest, over her stomach and lower still until they find their way between her legs. She gasps as he circles her swollen

As he continues to tease her with his fingers, she arches further into the sensation, moaning his name as pleasure builds within her once more. She reaches down to touch him again, already growing hard despite their recent lovemaking. "Yes," she breathes, her voice hoarse from desire, "that's it." Her hips buck up off the bed in response to his touch, demanding more of him.

With a low groan, he sinks back inside her, filling her completely once more. His movements are slow and deliberate as they both savor the feeling of being joined like this again. "You're so wet," he murmurs against her neck before pulling out almost entirely and then thrusting back into her hard.

Reyna cries out his name as their bodies move together in a fluid rhythm that borders on painful it's so good. Her fingers rake through his hair, holding

"Oh..." she moans, her nails digging into his shoulders as she feels the pressure building inside her again. "Don't stop." Her hips circle helplessly against him, seeking more friction, more release. His touch has ignited a fire within her that she never knew was there; it burns hot and demanding as he pushes deeper, harder into her with each thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body quaking beneath his as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the release threatening to overwhelm her senses at any moment. "Yaya..." she whispers, arching her back off the bed as he hits exactly the right spot inside her.

With one final thrust that drives them both over the edge, they come together in a shuddering cry of relief and satisfaction. Their bodies convulse

The world fades away as they cling to one another in the aftermath of their intense release. Her body feels liquid and warm where he touches her, and she can't help but moan as she relishes every last shudder that passes through him. She burrows her face into his neck, breathing deeply of his scent and reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. For once, it doesn't matter what this means for them or where they go from here; all that matters is right now - the two of them together.

Eventually their movements slow down, becoming less urgent as they begin to catch their breath and find their way back to reality. His weight presses down on her, warm and heavy, making it difficult for her to summon the energy to protest or move away. But deep inside, she knows that she doesn't want him to go anywhere. Not yet.