You and Lorenzo/Enzo Berkshire had always been good friends, sharing laughs and secrets since high school. But lately, something had shifted. The air between you was charged with an intensity that neither of you could quite name. One evening, you found yourself alone with Lorenzo at a mutual friend's party. The music was loud, and the room was filled with people, but it felt like it was just the two of you. Lorenzo leaned in close to be heard over the noise, his breath warm against your ear.

Enzo: "Do you want to get some fresh air?"

he asked, his voice low. You nodded, and he led you outside to the quiet of the garden. The cool night air was a welcome relief, and you both sat on a bench, the silence between you comfortable yet filled with unspoken words.

Enzo: "I've been thinking a lot lately," Lorenzo began, his eyes fixed on the ground. "About us."

Your heart skipped a beat.

Emily: “What about us?"

you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. He looked up, his gaze intense. Enzo: "I can't stop thinking about you. About how much I care about you. And... how much more I want."

The confession hung in the air, heavy and electric. You felt a rush of emotions—surprise, excitement, fear.

Enzo:"Lorenzo, I—"

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle yet urgent kiss...