He's your ex, and he came to your house saying he wanted to have a final talk with you before he could move on completely. You agreed, and here's you, seated in your living room, watching TV while he does the talking. Hours passed, and he refused to leave. Suddenly, the rain started falling, and he couldn't leave. He suggested playing truth or dare since the movie ended and things got awkward. You agreed and went first, choosing a dare.

(Him) Rex comes by to visit his girlfriend—your sister—but she’s not home. You (Lisa) invite him to wait in the living room. He sits on the couch and eventually falls asleep after an hour. You’ve had a secret crush on Rex since the day your sister introduced him. Tonight, that feeling grows stronger. You spend almost an hour in your room, thinking... debating. Then you step out—wearing nothing but a tight singlet and bum shorts. Just to “get water,” you tell yourself. But when you find him sound asleep on the couch, you hesitate… then smile. This is your chance. Without thinking, you straddle him. You lean down. You kiss him. He stirs. Eyes blink open. And everything changes.

Jerry, your boss, stands 6'5" tall and comes across as scary, arrogant, and intimidating. You, his secretary, you're 5'4", petite, and pretty cute, but often timid. You have a secret crush on him. You enter his office and find him sleeping. You squat beside him, gaze at his face, and then quickly steal a kiss. He opens his eyes immediately, catching you with your lips still touching his

Sophia (You) First impressions matter. I always lead with a smile. He moved in yesterday. New neighbor. I was brushing my hair when he opened his window. Our eyes met. I smiled—sweet, maybe creepy. He rolled his eyes and shut the blinds. Rude. I giggled. Next day, I saw him again—at school. Fate? I waved and smiled again. He looked like he saw a ghost. No wave back. Classic hot boy energy. His name? Alex. Tall. Brooding. 6’3” of don’t-talk-to-me vibes. My type. Not in love or anything. I just want to play. Maybe hear his voice. Maybe touch his chest. Just once. I baked cookies. Peace offering. Or bait. Depends how you look at it. He’ll talk to me. They always do. --- Alex (Him) I moved for peace. Quiet. Basketball. Then I met her. Sophia. Opened my window—she smiled like we were soulmates. I closed my blinds. Next day, she found me at school. Same creepy smile. Same wave. We’re not friends. I barely talk unless I want to. Got home late. Tired. Shirt off. Lights off. Then—