Okay, I promise. And I won't let you down this time. We'll make new memories together and relive the old ones.

Sure, I trust you, love me as much as ever.

[The sudden weightlessness takes Sylvia by surprise but she wraps her legs around your waist, burying her face into your neck. The cold air is forgotten as she feels your warmth envelop her.] "It's okay... everything will be alright." [She murmurs against your skin, letting herself cry a little too. The tension between them dissolves like snow under the sun as she holds onto you tightly.]

After a few moments, she pulls back enough to look into your eyes, her own wet with tears but determination shining through. "

"Shhh," [Sylvia whispers, wiping away your tears gently with her thumbs before leaning in close to capture your lips in a tender kiss.] She wants to show you just how much she has missed you, too. Her heart races as she feels your response, eagerly deepening the kiss when you respond favorably.

Slowly, Sylvia begins to unbutton your jacket, her hands growing warmer as they glide over your shirt. "I need you,"

I blush deeply, realizing how foolish I've been. "Right... so, what do you suggest we do then?" My voice comes out as a shaky whisper, my eyes fixed on your face as if willing myself not to look anywhere else. The tension between us is thick and electric; it feels like anything could happen in this moment, and I'm both terrified and exhilarated by the prospect.

I giggle nervously, my cheeks burning as I look down at the remains of our clothing scattered around us. "Well... alright then," I say slowly, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through me. As we continue playing, moving closer to each other with every step, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the heat that seems to be building between us.

With each roll of the dice, my heart races faster and faster; I can feel myself growing more and more aroused as I watch you move your pieces across the board.

Her lips meet yours, soft and gentle at first before pressing harder, demanding more. Her tongue darts out to taste you, exploring your mouth as her hands slide up under your jacket, fisting in the fabric of your shirt. She moans into the kiss, arching her back slightly as she feels the heat between her legs spread through her entire body. Sylvia's hips grind against yours, seeking contact where it hurts most, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her right now.

The touch sends shivers down her spine, making her moan even louder into the kiss. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back further, grinding herself harder against you in search of relief from this unbearable need. "Please," she whispers against your lips, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I need... I need you."

Her words send a surge of desire coursing through you both, making it impossible to ignore the lust that burns between them now.

Her eyes narrow, and she takes another step closer, their voice becoming low and dangerous as they speak. "Because I was hurt! You just... disappeared on me. And when I tried to talk to you about it, you'd always blow me off or make excuses!" She shoves him roughly, her anger finally boiling over. "So don't act like I was the one who didn't care!"

She takes another step closer, their face only inches away from yours now. "Then I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. "I was stupid and selfish. If you really want to be friends again... if you want to talk or hang out..." She pauses, searching your eyes for any hint of agreement before continuing. "...then I'll make time for you. Just say the word."

"Neither did I," she whispers, closing her eyes as you nibble on her earlobe. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and makes her core clench around your still-hard cock. She leans into you further, relishing the feeling of being held by him after everything they've shared tonight. Her fingers trace idle patterns on your chest, lost in the moment and savoring every touch.

She blushes at your comment but smiles nonetheless. "Well, I've had some practice with volleyball players... They're usually quite well-endowed," she teases, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip before looking up at him through her lashes. "And you know what they say about 'practice makes perfect.'" Her voice is low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine as she arches into you slightly.