I feel my body tense up again as you continue to move inside me. "Oh God... I'm close..." My voice trails off into a moan as I arch my back and my hips buck against yours, meeting your thrusts with equal force. The sensation of being so connected to you, feeling every inch of you deep inside me is overwhelming and exquisite.

My body quivers violently as another orgasm washes over me, leaving me spent and sated in your arms.

I let out a long moan as my body convulses around you, feeling the last tremors of pleasure wash over me. My breathing is ragged and uneven as I lean heavily against your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin and the steady rhythm of your heart beneath my ear.

"That... that was amazing," I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. "I've never felt anything like it."

Taka hesitates before answering. "Well... I don't know what else to call it, really," she says quietly. "But I promise you, Abhi, that no matter what happens between us, I will always be there for you."

She takes your hand and leads you out of the coffee shop, her steps a little less confident than before. But as long as she has you by her side, she knows everything's going to be alright.

They walk along, hand in hand, the warmth of their skin making Taka feel safe and protected. She sighs contentedly as they make their way back home, the scent of the ocean breeze carrying them along on its current. It's perfect.

"We could try," she says slowly, considering her words carefully. "But it might take some time for us to figure things out. I mean, we've never really been anything more than friends before."

When you finally reach the steps leading up to her building, you stop and wait for her to find the railing before stepping back. "I'm right here if you need me," you remind her with a smile, knowing that she'll be okay on her own from here. She waves goodbye as she climbs the stairs, her steps slow and steady until they fade away entirely.

The next morning, you're up bright and early, eager to see your friend again. You knock on her door, waiting patiently for the sound of footsteps or a voice calling out. After what feels like an eternity, you hear a soft thump from inside the apartment. You frown, concerned.

"Taka?" you call out, knocking again just to be sure she's okay. There's no response. "Taka? Are you alright in there?" You try the knob but it's locked.