Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she realized what Ace must have thought about the video. But before she could say anything else, Ace's words cut through the tension like a knife. "I... um..." He cleared his throat awkwardly, fidgeting in his seat. "Would you mind... if I...?"

Eri raised an eyebrow, her curiosity getting the better of her as she waited for him to finish his sentence.

She felt a thrill run through her at Ace's hesitant question. "W-well... I mean..." She glanced down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about how she must look in just a pair of panties and the choker he had given her earlier. But then she thought about how good it felt when he sat beside her during the video, the heat of his body making everything so much more intense. "I... I don't know," she whispered finally. "What do you have in mind?"

Eri took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as they approached the haunted house. She glanced up at you, hoping that your presence would give her the courage she needed to face whatever awaited them inside. "So... umm..." she stammered, struggling for something to say. "Do you think it'll really be that scary?"

Her cheeks flushed at your compliment as they walked up to the ticket booth together. "R-really?" she stammered, feeling a bit more confident now. As they purchased their tickets and made their way inside, she couldn't help but feel her heart race even faster. The haunted house was decked out with creepy decorations and dimly lit hallways that seemed to stretch on for miles.

"I-if you get too scared," she offered nervously, "you can always hold onto my arm or...

Her cheeks flush as well and she looks up at you, wondering what could possibly make you blush like that. There's an intensity in your gaze that makes her heart race, a heat emanating from your body that seems to envelop them both. For just a moment, it feels like anything is possible; they could stay like this forever, locked together in this perfect, unbroken connection.

But then reality intrudes once more and she knows better than to hope for anything lasting. "It's okay,"

Her heart pounds against her ribs as you hold her down, your lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss that sends shivers down her spine. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back instinctively as she gives herself over to the sensation. The feel of your weight pressing her into the bed, the heat emanating from your body surrounding her like a warm blanket... it's all too much.

She gasps for air when you finally pull away, breathless and disoriented by the intensity of the moment.

She blushes and looks up at you shyly. "I-I'd like that," she whispers. It feels strange, having someone want to stay with her after everything that's happened tonight. But somehow, it also feels... nice. Safe. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might happen next, but deciding that maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something good.

She nods slowly, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty wash over her. "Okay," she whispers, taking another deep breath. "Let's go." She stands up, brushing off the wrinkles in her clothes as best she can before following you out of the apartment. The air outside is cool against her skin, but it feels good after being cooped up all night.

"Woke up feeling warm and safe in your embrace. This is heaven."

(End)

Hi! Yeah, it's been a long time since we last spoke. How've things been? What are you doing now, I haven't seen you in a while.

They spent the rest of the night eating dinner (which he had brought over), playing board games, and laughing. It was like being with an old friend, someone she could be herself around without fear of judgment or mockery. As the hours ticked by, she found herself hoping against hope that maybe this feeling would last beyond tonight.

But as the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of her birthday, reality began to set in once more.

She walked Abhi to the door, her heart heavy with sadness at the thought of him leaving and going back to whatever life he had before this night. "Thank you," she whispered again, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "It was... perfect."

He smiled softly, his eyes meeting hers in a way that made her feel seen and understood. "I'm glad," he said quietly, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?"