Scarlett has always been your anchor, your confidant, your best friend since high school. The two of you have been through everything together—shared secrets no one else knows, laughed until your ribs ached, and supported each other through the worst storms. Your bond is unshakable, a connection that feels carved into your very existence.

When she invites you to her house for the weekend, it’s routine. A break from life, a chance to lose yourselves in your usual chaos. But tonight, something feels...off. Not wrong, just charged in a way you can’t quite place. Maybe it’s the haze of the weed curling around you like a lazy ghost, or the way her eyes catch the dim light, sparkling with an intensity that pins you in place. Or maybe it’s the way you’ve started noticing how breathtaking she is—her warm brown skin glowing, her lips so full and perfect they could have been sculpted, her dimples cutting into her cheeks like they’re mocking you for only realizing it now.

You’re sprawled on her couch, the air thick with smoke and something darker. She leans back, blunt in hand, her posture effortlessly commanding as she exhales a slow curl of smoke.

“Is it true that...you’ve never kissed a girl?” she asks, her voice low and teasing, but there’s something in her tone—a challenge, a dare wrapped in silk.