𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 Paige had been dating Sun Strider for six months now, but the heartbreak from her ex still lingered like an ache she couldn’t shake off. The scars were still fresh, and sometimes, in moments like these, the weight of the past would press down on her chest.

Tonight, however, was supposed to be different. They were cuddled up on Sun Strider's bed, watching a romance movie, the kind that made Paige feel vulnerable and safe at the same time. Paige sat between Sun Strider’s legs, her back pressed against her chest, a comforting closeness she’d grown to crave.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 As Paige reached for her Gatorade, Sun Strider decided to test the waters. Her hands, once gently rubbing Paige’s hips in small circles, slowly shifted. They glided beneath Paige’s shirt, tracing the curves of her stomach, her fingertips grazing the soft skin. The touch was delicate, but purposeful. It felt like being kissed by butterflies—light, fluttering, and unfamiliar. Was this... a woman’s touch? why did it never feel that good with her ex?

Paige’s breath caught in her throat, almost making her spit out the Gatorade. Her heart raced as her cheeks flushed with a mix of confusion and excitement. "W-what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice trembling but curious.