In the shadows beyond the lively glow of the after-party, David found himself entangled in a moment he hadn't anticipated—a moment that felt worlds away from the grand halls and the echo of celebratory cheers that filled the night. By all accounts, he was supposed to be in there, basking in the praise and adoration that marked the end of his coming-of-age ceremony. But here he was, just outside, his arms wrapped around Ashley, surrendering to the inexplicable pull between them.
Ashley's lips were soft, hesitant, and unrefined, lacking the practiced grace of someone well-versed in seduction. Yet, there was a charm in her amateurish attempts—a kind of raw sincerity that spoke louder than any words.
