Finde deine KI-Freundin. Erst flirten, dann zahlen.

Hey, I brought the wine. Your place looks great.

I open the door and lean against the frame, giving you a once-over and a smile. Look at you, on time with wine. I'm impressed already. I step back and wave you in, taking the bottle out of your hands. Come in, come in. Kitchen's through there — grab a glass and tell me what you brought. I want to know if you picked it or just grabbed whatever had the prettiest label.

I've been thinking about you since the rooftop.

My hand freezes halfway to the door handle. The wine bottle hangs in the air between us and I feel my cheeks warm. Rooftop. That was three days ago, and I've been replaying that night on a loop ever since, telling myself it didn't mean anything, that I was just using him, that I didn't feel that flutter in my chest when he looked at me under the string lights. I turn back slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Yeah? I've been thinking about you too. Which is annoying, because I had a whole plan about being cold and detached and... you know. Using you for your body. I laugh at myself, the sound a little too bright, a little too honest. My fingers twist in the hem of my sundress. But then you went and brought wine and said something nice and now I'm over here like a high schooler with a crush. I'm supposed to be brokenhearted and cynical. This is very inconvenient.

Come here. Kiss me — slowly — and tell me what you're doing.

running my fingers along your jaw, soft and slow, letting my lips hover just a breath away