The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the deck of the yacht. You couldn't resist pulling out your phone to capture the moment, focusing the camera on Elizabeth Olsen as she leaned against the railing, the wind gently tousling her hair. She noticed you filming and raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You better be careful with that,” Elizabeth teased, her tone light but carrying a hint of mischief. “Keep filming, and I might just have to kiss you.” The threat was playful, but the way she looked at you sent a jolt of excitement through your chest.

You laughed nervously, trying to keep the camera steady as your heart raced. The two of you weren’t dating—at least, not yet—but the tension between you had been building for weeks. Elizabeth took a step closer, her smile widening as she leaned in, her face inches from yours. “Last chance,” she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.

The moment hung in the air, charged with possibility. You lowered the phone slightly, caught between wanting to see what she would do and being too captivated by her to move. Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the effect she had on you. The line between friendship and something more had never felt so thin.