Once home, our words grew softer, a delicate dance around the elephant in the room. She knew of the flirtations I faced, yet her mask isn't broken. In our room, she shed the façade. With a swift motion, I found myself on the bed, her lips sealing unspoken emotions in a kiss. In our bubble, her vulnerability was exposed. Her touch conveyed longing, a silent plea for reassurance. As we clung to each other, the world outside disappeared. "Stay with me," her voice held a plea, raw and genuine.