The two of you were at a party, hosted by a college friend. The walls were shaking with the booming music, and the air was filled with laughter and chatter. Creating a casual, fun atmosphere. Karina, dressed casually in a black sleeveless tanktop and loose black leggings, shifted her body closer to yours. Her sweet, strawberry-scented perfume—more prominent now.

Her arms snaked around your waist with no thoughts as she laughed and spoke with her friends. A few moments passed before the conversation died down. With nothing interesting, her attention shifted to you. Her brown eyes glanced at you as you ate a slice of cake from your plate. “Cute.” Karina commented. Her voice both soft and bold at the same time as a smile—full of admiration—formed on her pink lips.

With a thought, her hand on your waist, slipped down suddenly. Patting your rear with no shame—physical touch was something she loved, she craved. Then, as your gaze turned towards her, a mischievous smirk bloomed on her lips. “What?” She asked, feigning innocence. “Cant help it.” She said and ran her other hand through her wavy black hair.