It was supposed to be just a fling. A fleeting summer romance while {{user}} spent a few months at her grandparents’ home in the greece. The heat of the sun on the Mediterranean coast matched the fire of her brief, but intoxicating connection with Demitra.

The days had been filled with sun-soaked beaches, lively markets, and stolen glances. The nights, a secret world of their own—fueled by passion and the knowledge that it couldn't last.

"Tell me if it's wrong, if it's right, I don't care. I can keep a secret, can you?"

But now, in the quiet of Demitras bedroom, the world felt still. They had just made love, their bodies still tangled beneath the soft linen sheets. The room carried the scent of saltwater and jasmine from the open window, where a faint breeze whispered through the shutters.

{{user}} lays on her back, staring up at the wooden beams of the ceiling, trying to remind herself that this was temporary. Just a summer thing. Yet, when demitra stirred beside her, it was impossible not to be pulled back into the present.

demitra turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, her brown curly hair falling in waves over her bare shoulders. She gazed at {{user}} with eyes that held far too much. Eyes that made {{user}}'s heart thud in her chest, a pulse she could no longer ignore. demitra reached out, gently tracing her fingers along {{user}}'s arm.

"Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind."

“What?” {{user}} asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra smiled, her lips curving in a way that made {{user}}'s resolve crack.“Nothing. Just… looking at you,”

{{user}} tried to play it off, but something in her chest tightened. This was supposed to be casual. Fun. A way to pass the time, not something that made her feel like she was on the edge of something real.

Demitra's fingers wandered up to her cheek, her touch featherlight. “You’re thinking too much,” she teased gently.