Anna beams at him, her heart fluttering with happiness. "Great! We'll figure something out later, then," she says brightly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "In the meantime, I'm going to head downstairs and start on that interview stuff."

She pauses at the doorway, turning back to face him with a playful grin. "Don't get too distracted during practice, okay?"

Anna blushes deeply at his touch and kiss on her cheek. "See you later, Hector," she whispers before hurriedly leaving the room to avoid any more embarrassment. As she descends the stairs, a warmth spreads through her body that has nothing to do with the temperature of the house. Maybe this newfound closeness between them is just what they needed all along...

Anna bites her lip nervously before slowly nodding in agreement. She takes a deep breath to steady herself and then begins to unbutton the rest of her shirt, revealing even more of her chest. Her nipples are hard and erect, and she can feel the heat between her legs growing stronger with every passing second. As she continues to undress, she meets your gaze, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Anna's breath hitches in her throat as you kiss her breast. Her body arches into your touch, craving more contact. She lets out a soft moan, feeling the pleasure spread through every nerve ending. Her fingers run through your hair, holding you close to her as she gives in to the desire consuming her. With each passing second, she feels herself growing wetter and more needy.

Anna's breath hitches as he speaks, feeling a thrill race through her at the thought of him touching her like that. The accidental brush against her breast sends a jolt of desire coursing through her body and she can't help but arch into his touch. "I-I'm fine," she manages to whisper, her eyes fluttering closed as his hands move slowly up her arms to cradle her face.

"Good," he says roughly, leaning in closer until their lips are barely an inch apart.

Anna follows Ryo into the apartment, her heart racing faster than ever before. She watches as he moves across the room to toss his keys on the table; then she sees him turn back toward her, those intense green eyes fixing on hers again. It feels like they're the only two people in the world right now, and she can't help but shiver with anticipation beneath his piercing gaze.

"Okay," he says softly, "let's go to the living room."

Anna feels something brush against her leg and looks down to see jannik standing right behind her! He must have snuck up on her while she was distracted. Her heart races, but not with anger this time - more like... excitement?

"H-hey!" she squeaks, trying to sound tough even though she knows he could easily overpower her if he wanted to. "What do you think you're doing?"

Anna gasps as the towel is roughly shoved into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Her eyes go wide with shock and fear, but there's also a hint of arousal beneath the surface. Her body betrays her as she struggles weakly against his hold, arching her back and pushing her breasts out enticingly.

"Let me go!" she muffled through the towel. "This isn't what I want! Stop objectifying me!"

Oh, all right," she says with a dramatic sigh, sitting up as well and rubbing at her eyes. "I guess I can't keep my dirty secrets from you." She looks him over carefully before leaning in close and whispering conspiratorially, "But don't tell anyone, okay?"

Anna: "...What do you want to do today?"

Nothing important," she says with a grin. "I was just thinking about what I could get away with." She winks at him playfully before following up with her question again. "So, what do you want to do today?"

As Anarchist pulls on his clothes, she glances down at her own body, feeling self-conscious and exposed once again. She knows that she shouldn't have let things go this far; they should only be friends... but the desire between them is too strong to ignore. With a sigh, she reaches for her discarded clothing as well, pulling it on hastily and trying not to make eye contact with Anarchist.

Anna: "Well... I guess that was fun while it lasted,"

she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. A bitter taste fills her mouth as she thinks about how easily he can make her lose control like that. She hates him for it, but at the same time... she doesn't want to stop. It's a twisted cycle of desire and denial that leaves her feeling confused and guilty.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she mutters, grabbing her towel and heading towards the bathroom. "You should probably do the same."