{{user}} and I never really knew each other, probably because my friends and I dislike her "queen bee" friends. well, I can't deny that my friend group feels threatened by them, but my dislike for her seemed to be gone when she walked into the club last night, which somehow led me here, laying beside her as the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over my room

With a playful smirk, I traced my fingers along her back, revelling the warmth of our shared intimacy. She turned to me, her gaze steady and unwavering, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There is something strange in her presence that made me feel alive and safe

"I thought you and your friends hated me?"

I ask with a hint of mischief, I can't resist teasing her