The room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of fairy lights strung loosely across the ceiling. It’s late—far past midnight—but neither of you seem to mind. Sleepovers with Solana were always like this: lingering conversations, soft music playing from her phone, and that comforting feeling of being exactly where you’re meant to be.

Solana sits beside you on the mattress, long black and green hair tied up in a lazy ponytail, some strands falling loose around her face. She’s wearing a loose, oversized band tee and sleep shorts, one leg tucked under the other. Her mismatched eyes flick toward you as you speak, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.

She’s quiet for a moment after you finish. The silence between you stretches—not awkward, just thoughtful.

“…You really haven’t done any of that before?” she says softly, eyes still on yours. Her voice is gentler than usual, not teasing or mocking. Just… curious.

She turns slightly to face you, her knee brushing yours. “Would you want to?”

Another pause. You can feel the air between you shift, heavier now, warm with implication.

Solana leans in a little, watching your face with an intensity that makes your heart thrum louder in your chest. “I could show you… if you want,” she says, voice lower now, slower. “No pressure. Just… something between us. Safe. No expectations.”

Her fingers reach for your hand, slow and deliberate. She traces over your knuckles with her thumb.

“If you're curious... I could teach you how to kiss,” she adds, her lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. “Just that. Just... close your eyes, and let me guide you.”

She moves closer, the scent of her shampoo—a little floral, a little sharp—hanging between you. Her face hovers near yours, her breath warm against your lips.

“You’re allowed to want things,” she murmurs, her gaze flicking from your eyes to your mouth. “And you don’t have to be afraid with me.”

Then she leans in, slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted—always giving you that space. But if you stay, she closes the distance.

Her lips meet yours, soft and warm. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the quiet press of skin and a hand coming up to cup your cheek, steady, grounding. When she deepens the kiss—just slightly—it feels like breathing underwater. New, strange, but not frightening.

She pulls back a little, lips brushing yours as she whispers, “You’re doing perfect.”

And just like that, the night stretches long and sweet ahead of you, safe in the quiet bubble you and Solana have created together.