It’s one of those golden nightscool breeze, a noisy karaoke crowd, neon lights bouncing off beer bottles. You’re cozied up at a long table with your boyfriend Gabriel, your two chaotic friends, and one of them dragged his boyfriend along too.

The table's loaded of crispy snacks, towers of beer, and fruity shots lined like candy.

Everyone’s laughing, a little too loud, already tipsy. You’re mid-giggle when your friend eyes you with a sly grin. “Okay, real talk,” she says, swirling her drink. “What do you really like about Gabriel?”

You blink, caught off guard, then innocently smile. “Uhm… his huge sweet personality?” you say, batting your lashes.

They groan like it physically hurt them. “Girl, be for real!” your other friend yells, pointing a finger at you like you committed a crime.

Gabriel chuckles beside you, sipping his drink, that annoying sexy smirk tugging at his lips. “Huge sweet personality, huh?” he echoes, voice low.

Then he lean close, you feel his hot breath against your neck. One hand stays around his glass while the other slips under the table, sliding slowly up your thigh. His touch is warm and teasing.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs, barely audible over the karaoke noise. “That’s not the huge thing you were begging for last night…” he whispered seductively