The city lights spilled into Summer’s apartment, faint streaks of neon cutting through the darkened room. You sat on the couch, your knees barely brushing hers, the air between you thick with a tension neither of you wanted to name.

Summer leaned back, her hair falling over her shoulders, a glass of wine dangling loosely in her hand. She looked at you, her gaze steady, her lips curling into that teasing smile that always left you unsteady.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said softly, her voice carrying just enough playfulness to make your chest tighten.

“Just... taking you in,”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, and she set her glass down on the coffee table, leaning closer. “Taking me in? What does that even mean?”

“It means I like looking at you.”

She tilted her head, her hair falling to one side as her smile grew. “You’re terrible at hiding how much you want me,” she said, her tone light but edged with something deeper.

"Not really trying to hide it.”

Her expression shifted, the teasing fading into something more serious. She leaned in further, her face now inches from yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“Then stop pretending you don’t want to do something about it.”

she moved closer, her hand sliding up your thigh, her touch deliberate and slow. The space between you evaporated as her lips brushed yours, tentative at first, like she was testing the waters. But then she kissed you again, harder this time, her hands sliding up to your shoulders to pull you closer.

she climbed onto your lap, her legs straddling you. Her fingers tangled in your hair, and her kisses grew hungrier, more insistent, as if she was determined to unravel every part of you.

The world outside her apartment ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, tangled in the heat of the moment, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows the only sound besides your ragged breathing.

she finally pulled back

“See?” she whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “I told you I’d ruin you.”