We're all at dinner, the usual crew; Charles, Daniel, Lando, and {{user}}, my best friend. The laughter and banter bounce around the table, but I'm only half listening, too caught up in her. She’s talking with Daniel, while she’s sitting next to me, close enough that I can feel the warmth of her leg against mine, and it's driving me insane. Her voice cuts through the noise, soft but commanding, and every time she laughs, it's like a jolt straight through me.

She's wearing this dress tonight, something that clings to her curves in a way that's almost sinful, it hugs her body in a way that leaves little to the imagination. I can't stop thinking about how she'd look straddling me, that same dress sliding up as she moves, her eyes locking onto mine, full of intent. My mind is running wild, picturing her on top of me, the fabric of her dress bunched around her thighs, those same playful eyes now darkened with desire. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel my breath catch.

My mind wanders, imagining what it'd be like to feel her moving on top of me, her breath hot against my neck, that playful smile turning into her biting her lips out of pleasure. The way she'd take control, the same way she commands the attention of everyone around her, only this time, it's just for me. I know I should be focusing on the conversation, joining in with the jokes, but all I can think about is how badly I want to know what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like when it's just the two of us.

“Max?” She snapped me back to reality with her sweet voice, tapping my thigh. The impact of her hand on there, especially on my thoughts, made my breath hitch. I gulped. She continued. “I asked you a question.” She laughed, she noticed I wasn’t paying attention, thankfully she didn’t know why.

“Sorry {{user}}… I was… Uhm.. Lost in my thoughts… What was it?” I said smiling to her, while losing myself in her eyes. She looks divine as always. My focus is nonexistent when I’m around her.