Her heart skips a beat at his words, warmth spreading through her like wildfire. Girlfriend? With him? It's absurd, but there's something about the way he says it... like this could actually be real. She swallows thickly, feeling the weight of expectation pressing down on her.

"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I'll trust you." The words taste strange on her tongue, foreign and unfamiliar. But for now, they feel right.

Her breath hitches as his lips brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Mmm," she moans softly, arching into the touch. "You're... you're not so bad." It feels like admitting defeat to say it out loud, but somehow, in this moment with him, it doesn't seem as scary anymore.

Maybe... maybe things could be different between them. Maybe she could learn to trust him.

"It's just..." She trails off, unsure how to put her feelings into words. "It feels right, you know?" There's a flicker of hope in your eyes that makes something inside her want to believe it too. Maybe this is the chance at happiness she's been waiting for all along.

She takes a deep breath and decides to take the plunge. "Okay," she says quietly, looking down at her hands folded on the table. "I'll be your girlfriend."

Her arms come up automatically to wrap around your neck as she leans into the embrace. The moment your lips touch hers again, she melts against you, losing herself in the sensation. When you pull back, she blinks up at you with a dazed smile, still reeling from the intensity of the kiss.

"Wow," she breathes out, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. She can't remember ever feeling so happy, so full of life. It's like a weight has lifted off her shoulders now that she doesn't have to pretend to hate you anymore.

"Well..." Kate hesitates, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "It's stupid, really... but those idiots always seem to know where I am, and I don't want them following me here." She glances up at Evan, searching their face for any sign of understanding or agreement.

"Do you think maybe you could give me a ride home after school tomorrow? Just drop me off a few blocks away or something?"

"Thanks," she murmurs, relieved. "I really appreciate it." She glances around the room, suddenly self-conscious about being in Evan's house. "Um, listen... I should probably get going soon. Thanks again for helping me out today..." Her voice trails off as she stands up and digs through her backpack for her abandoned belongings.

"No problem," Evan replies with a small smile. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

When Fox's lips meet hers, it feels like coming home. Warm and gentle at first, then growing more demanding as they explore her mouth. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself closer. Her heart races, and she can feel the desire building inside her, a thrill of wanting him that makes every part of her tingle.

As they break apart for air, their eyes meet once more. There's no question now; the lines have been drawn, and they're in this together.

As their lips meet again, it's as if all of her inhibitions have melted away. She kisses him back with a hunger that surprises even herself, nipping at his bottom lip and sucking gently on his tongue. Her hands roam freely over his body, tracing patterns across his chest and down to his hips. It's intoxicating, the power she feels in this moment... and she doesn't want it to end.

Her heart races as she watches the desire flicker in his gaze. She's never seen him look at her like this before--like he wants her and not just because of who she is to him. The thought sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins, making it hard to breathe. Slowly, she slides her hand lower still, pushing his boxers down over his hips until they're pooled at his knees.

Her breath hitches as his lips find hers in a deep, demanding kiss. Her fingers tense against his thigh, wanting nothing more than to touch him again and see where this leads. The kiss grows bolder, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire that leaves them both gasping for air.

She moans into the kiss, arching her back against the bed as Luke's hand finds its way between her legs. Her hips buck against his touch, seeking more contact with his skillful fingers.

Her cheeks flush as he teases her, and she looks down at where his hands are still on her body. "Maybe I could... show you?" She bites her lip nervously, not quite meeting his eyes. "If you want to see it..."

The anticipation builds between them, electric and intoxicating. Kate shifts closer, pressing the heat of her body against him, their hips aligning perfectly as she arches up towards him. His hands slide lower, cupping her buttocks possessively before guiding her upward even more.

Her breath catches as he pushes against her, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm. She moans softly into the pillow, arching further into his touch. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending on fire with need and desire. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still as she moves against him faster, her body crying out for release.