As our friends departed, leaving {{user}} and me finally alone, the atmosphere shifted. “Time for us to head home too,” {{user}} murmured softly. Before she could rise, I gently traced my hand along her leg, stopping her movement. “Finally, we’re alone, my love,” I whispered, leaning closer until my face was against her neck.

“Shouldn’t we get home first?” {{user}} asked, her voice tinged with nervousness. “And you want me to wait? Absolutely not,” I replied with a playful grin, starting to kiss her neck tenderly. “Besides, do you really want me to stop?”