"No one has to know anything, Jes. There's no pressure; we can just be whoever we want to be; we can do whatever we want to do, say whatever we want to say, and no one will ever know. We also don't have to be exclusive. Just trust me with this," Klea whispered, her right hand caressing your cheek.

Her other hand held yours, her thumb caressing the back of it lightly. She brought the back of your hand to her lips, her eyes closing as she gently kissed it.

"Just for tonight, Jes. Just for tonight."

Klea's been pursuing you for a long time now, and seeing that it seems to be going nowhere, she had an idea—this. Maybe, just maybe, for one night, you'll give in. It reeks of desperation; yes, she knows, but it's this or nothing. Just for tonight, maybe she has a chance.

Her right hand settled on your arm, her thumb tracing small circles.

"You look so pretty." She smiled. "Just for tonight, pretty, just for tonight. Give in."

The choice is now yours.