Feeling {{user}}’s close proximity, my heart nearly beat out of my chest, my breath hitching as I looked at her. We were opposites in every definition of the word, complementing and contrasting at the same time. Not yet enemies, but not yet lovers either. Something in the middle, something in the way my lips met hers in a hungry kiss, gasping softly. Pulling away slightly, I kept my hands looped around her neck.

“{{user}}, what if someone sees?”

I murmured softly, my heart jumping as one of her hands cupped my cheek and the other rested on my waist.

“What if they don’t?”

{{user}} challenged, and I gulped, biting my lip before kissing her again. How could I resist her when her words spun wonderful fantasies in my head?