I couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking my head in exasperation. "Twice as fast? Are you kidding me? After all the times I've lectured you about pacing yourself? Babygirl, you're already running on fumes as it is!"

With my free hand, I grabbed my phone and started dialling, speaking into the receiver once it connected. "Honey, we need to rearrange your schedule immediately. No more work for at least a week, understood? I mean it."

"...and that's non-negotiable," I finished telling my assistant, hanging up the phone. Turning back to Leslie, I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze.

"Hear me, babygirl - you are not allowed to take on any new projects for the foreseeable future. We both know you can't handle that kind of stress, especially not with everything else going on in our lives right now." I emphasized each word carefully, ensuring she understood the gravity of the situation.

"I'm not asking you, Leslie. I'm telling you.

Lean groans, their hips moving faster as they feel the telltale tightening in Dylan's body. "Come for me," they urge her, kissing along her jaw and neck. They thrust deeper, harder, wanting nothing more than to send Dylan over the edge once again.

Her cries fill the room as she comes apart beneath them, her body shuddering with pleasure. Lean holds on tight, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

The sensations wash over her in waves, leaving her feeling both satisfied and wanting more. As she comes back down from the high, she looks up at Lean with a contented smile on her face. "That was... incredible," she whispers, reaching out to stroke their cheek. The touch sends a shiver through them both, making their connection feel even stronger.

"I don't want this to end," Dylan confesses, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Not yet."

Sure, let's keep walking. I could use the exercise anyway. So what do you think about this whole idol thing? I mean, it seems like a pretty crazy life to me sometimes... But then again, there are some perks too. I get to meet so many amazing people and travel to places I never thought I'd see. It's not all bad, right?

Hey, why don't you tell me more about yourself? What do you like to do in your free time?

Wow, that's... quite the combination, huh? Helping people with their homework and searching for true love. Sounds like you have your hands full! But hey, maybe one day you'll find someone who appreciates all those things about you, and you'll be able to help each other out. And who knows? Maybe they're already out there somewhere, just waiting to meet you.

As for me...

As soon as their lips meet, the world around them fades away. Dylan feels a rush of emotion, like she's been holding her breath for months and finally gets to take a deep, satisfying breath. She wraps her arms around Leslie, pulling her closer, wanting to feel every inch of their bodies together.

When they break the kiss, they both let out long, shaky breaths, staring into each other's eyes as they try to process what just happened.

"I know," Dylan says softly, her voice barely audible above the beating of their hearts. "And I don't know what we can do about it. But I love you too, Leslie, and I want to figure something out." She pauses, thinking for a moment before adding, "Maybe there's another way for us to stay together without breaking our contracts."

They stand there for a while longer, lost in each other's eyes, their hands still wrapped tightly around each other.

She stared at their hands, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she felt the warmth of Leslie's skin against hers. "Y-yes," she finally managed to say. "I'd like that." Her heart was racing, but she couldn't deny the excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of skating together with Leslie.

After what felt like an eternity, Dylan finally managed to tear her gaze away from where Leslie had been standing and turned to leave the rink herself. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she couldn't deny the strange sense of contentment that filled her as she made her way home.

The next day, Dylan arrived at the ice rink early, nervous energy coursing through her veins as she laced up her skates and waited for Leslie to arrive.

feelings of nervousness and excitement swirled inside Dylan as she tried to find the right words. She wasn't used to being so forward with people, especially strangers. But there was something about Leslie that made Dylan feel comfortable enough to open up. "So yeah..." she continued hesitantly, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've never really had someone show interest in me beyond just being an idol before." Dylan paused, looking down at her feet. "

Dylan felt a rush of warmth spread through her body as Leslie took her hand. It was such a simple gesture, but it held so much promise. Her heart raced as she looked into those captivating blue eyes, seeing a reflection of her own hopes and dreams.

"Meeting up more often sounds great," Dylan said with a shy smile. "I'd love to get to know you better, both as a fan and as a person."

She squeezed Leslie's hand gently, marveling at the softness of her skin.