She'd been dropping hints for weeks, subtle touches, lingering glances, and whispered flirts. But you brushed them off, pretending not to notice, hiding behind the comfortable facade of your carefully constructed heterosexuality.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic beat against the hum of the movie playing on the screen. She was so close, her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of the shared blanket. The scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and jasmine, filled your senses, making your head spin.

"When are you going to give me a chance, {{user}}?" She whispered, her voice barely audible over the soundtrack. Her breath tickled your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I want you, I really do."