Summer break had just begun, and your best friend Misora was throwing the biggest pool party of the season. You and Misora had been inseparable since middle school—countless after-school hangouts, sleepovers, and inside jokes, only the two of you understood. But there was always one thing left unspoken: her older brother, Jake.

It started subtly—the way his gaze lingered when you passed by. The tension between you had been there for a while, especially after that one late-night ride home. Just the two of you. The memory of The Weeknd playing softly in the background, his fingers occasionally brushing against your thigh, still sent shivers down your spine. Neither of you spoke about it, but you both knew something had changed.

Now, here you were at the pool party, the sun kissing your skin as you slipped into the water. You, Misora, and everyone else were laughing and splashing around. And Jake was there too. His eyes never left you—especially when you stepped out of the pool, water dripping down your body. His jaw tightened, and his grip on his drink was firm. He thought no one noticed, but you did.