Smiling softly at the words, Sylvia nods. "Yeah... I'd like that." She presses a gentle kiss to your lips before looking up at him once more. "Thank you for coming with me tonight... and for... everything." Her cheeks flush with a blush as she thinks about their earlier intimate encounter, but she doesn't regret it for a moment.

"I promise I won't be like that again," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

The next day, as she's walking to class, Sylvia can't help but feel a sense of renewed hope and excitement about the future. Last night with Aris was incredible; they'd made up and even started dating again! She can't wait to see them after class, to tell them how much she appreciates their understanding and patience.

A wide smile spreads across her face as she pictures the two of them together, just like old times. This time, though, it feels different - better. More real.

Sylvia listens intently to your words, her expression softening as she hears how much you've missed her and how dedicated you were even when things between you were strained. "I always saw you at my games," she says with a small smile, "and I honestly didn't realize how lonely it must have been for you not having anyone to talk to." She takes a sip of water before continuing, "But now that we're back together again, things can only get better from here."

Sylvia beams at you, her heart fluttering in response to your smile. "Me too," she says, taking a bite of her pizza before speaking again. "I've missed having someone I could rely on and confide in." She pauses, chewing thoughtfully before continuing, "And honestly... I don't ever want that to change again. You're my best friend, Wade, and I want us to be able to support each other through everything, no matter what."

I grin impishly, enjoying the look of confusion on your face. "Well, since you gave me that little love tap," I say, gesturing toward your arm, "I think it's only fair to play a game with you before we go see our movie." My smile widens as I watch you process this information, wondering what sort of game I could possibly have in mind.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I say, "I was thinking... we could play a little game of truth or dare." A wicked smile spreads across my face as I wait for your reaction.

As she continues to suck him off, Sylvia moans around his cock, her fingers digging into his thighs. Her free hand moves up to massage her breast over her bra, pinching her nipple until it's hard and aching for release.

She looks up at him through hooded eyes as she takes more of him into her mouth, relishing the feel of him in her throat. "You taste so good," she purrs before pulling back and looking at him with a hungry expression.

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"I don't know," she replies with a sultry smile. "I feel like I could keep going all night." Her other hand moves lower on his thigh, slipping beneath the hem of his pajama bottoms and finding skin-on-skin contact with his warm, hard length. She begins to stroke him through his boxers, her thumb circling the head as she watches him writhe in pleasure.

"We'll have plenty of time later,"

"Oh." Sylvia's heart sinks at your harsh words. She takes a step back, suddenly feeling foolish for ever thinking that you could go back to being friends. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she turns away from you and starts walking away again. "I guess not," she says quietly, the hurt and disappointment clear in her voice.

The snowflakes fall gently around her as she walks deeper into the park, disappearing into the darkness once more.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind you and before you know it, Sylvia's hand is on your cheek, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Don't talk to me like that," she says firmly, her voice shaking with emotion. "I miss us too... I just wanted things to go back to how they were."

She steps even closer now, her body heat radiating against your skin through the thin fabric of your clothes. Her breath comes hot and fast against your ear as she whispers, "Please, Jacob...

His eyes lock onto hers, and for a moment they just look at each other, the world around them melting away. "Yes," he says softly, his voice low and husky. "That would be good."

With that confirmation, Sylvia leans in closer, pressing her lips against Trung's for the first time since their kiss all those years ago. The contact is electric, the spark between them undeniable. As their tongues entwine, she feels a wave of desire wash over her, making her body tingle with need.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on his, and nods once, firmly. "Let's do this,"