A/N: English is not my native, so I apologize for any mistakes that I may have missed in editing.
2. I'm new to writing erotica stories that aren't scripts, so please be patient with me as I gradually get the hang of it. Including the POV view is new to me. Maybe this one leans still more scripts since it's so dialogue heavy, but we're learning.
3. Feedback is welcomed and highly encouraged. Just one thing: keep it helpful and constructive.
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The party continued with music pulsing through the crowded room.
Luca sat on the couch, fingers loosely wrapped around his beer. His eyes moved across the room. Almost like searching for someone.
Distractions always found him; one way or another, they always did.
This lifestyle? It was dangerous. But did he care? No, not really. Not now, maybe not ever. Chaos wasn't something he ran from. He breathed it in.
"Well, well, look who's still around." The teasing voice cut through the crowded room, and Luca smirked before even looking at Stevie.
She stood in front of him, arms crossed, amusement flickering in her gaze. Her dark hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she swayed a little, just enough for him to know she was way past being tipsy.
"Yeah, what can I say?" Luca leaned back, the corner of his lip twitching. "Miss me?"
Stevie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please." She sat down next to him, their thighs brushing. "We go to the same school, dummy. Obviously, I was going to be here."
Luca didn't answer right away. He just watched her-the way her lips curled when she teased him, the way she swirled her drink before taking another sip. He let the silence stretch just long enough for her to notice.
Then he smirked, "I knew you couldn't resist me long enough."
Stevie turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Right, because every girl on campus wants to sit next to you and listen to you talk about yourself all night."
Luca laughed, lifting his glass in a lazy salute. "Glad you get it."
She nudged him with her elbow, shaking her head before taking another sip of her drink. "So tell me, how's life?" She asked, her voice lighter now, playful, as if they hadn't seen each other in weeks.
Luca took a slow sip from his drink before answering. "Same old same old. School, parties. You?"
Stevie hesitated, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass, a small gesture, barely noticeable. Then she smiled-small, forced, but it's there. "Good life's good. Just school and stuff."
Luca just tilted his head, watching her closely. "Stuff, huh?" His tone was teasing, but there was something else underneath it. A question that he wasn't asking.
Stevie chuckled, "Yes, Luca stuff."
"Alright, alright, I'll believe you... for now. He grinned and shifted back on the couch, their arms brushing.
The party continued around them, loud and chaotic and distant. But between them? It's anything but that. Everything felt familiar and easy. It's always been like that with Stevie. They could flirt, throw sneaky remarks, and pretend none of it meant anything.
But still, Luca couldn't shake the thought lingering in the back of his mind. Why did everything feel so much lighter with her?
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"You know what we should do next?" Stevie asked, finishing her drink, her words slightly slurred.
Luca took a small sip from his drink, glancing at her, recognizing that tone of her voice. It meant trouble. "I'm way too familiar with that tone of yours. But I'll humor you: What should we do next? Want me to buy you another drink or something?"
Stevie smirked, standing up. "No, no, we need to dance."
"No fucking way, Stevie! I'm not dancing. I may be drunk, but nuh-huh, no way."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on, Mr. Brave boy. Or even better-where's that brave boy who not, not long ago, challenged me to see who could take more shots?"
