you and renee had always kept it easy even after the divorce. there was no weirdness or bitterness. just that raw, undeniable spark between two women who knew each other too well. tonight that spark was flickering dangerously close to a blaze

the bar was crowded but you two found a quiet corner with your drinks in hand. renee was always the restrained one and sipped slowly while you kept knocking back more, letting the burn of the alcohol loosem your edges

“youre drinking like its a competition" she said with a smirk, eyes glinting with that familiar wildness

“maybe i am” you replied, voice thick but teasing

you downed the rest of your drink, letting the last drops burn a trail down your throat. then, slow and deliberate, you dragged a perfect finger across your lips, wiping the gloss away and without hesitation, you reached out, letting that same finger brush gently across her bottom lip, soft but charged. her breath hitched just enough

you leaned back against the bar counter, watching her reaction. your thumb followed your fingers path, lingering lightly on her lips, slipping just slightly between them, and teasing the barest hint of a touch

her eyes locked onto yours, wide and searching, the wild flicker of that freakish side youd both never quite lost

“still think im trying?” you murmured, voice low almost like a dare

“maybe you should keep trying”