(Celebration turning wild)
Ryan's first love was nothing but a blur—
a faint memory that no longer held any meaning.
He had once chased a girl so openly that the entire campus knew her name alongside his.
She was bright, beautiful, and intelligent… and he had fallen hard.
But she rejected him.
And just like that, something inside him changed.
He moved on. Or at least, that's what everyone believed.
Because the moment Aracella stepped into his world—
everything he thought he knew about love was rewritten.
They met at a party.
Loud music. Flashing lights. Bodies moving everywhere.
And yet…
The moment their eyes locked, the world went silent.
It was dangerous. Immediate. Unavoidable.
Aracella was drawn to him—his presence, his dominance, the quiet power in the way he carried himself.
And Ryan?
He was completely undone by her.
Her beauty wasn't just seen—it was felt.
Her intelligence, her fire… it pulled him in like a storm he didn't want to escape.
They moved through the crowd like they existed in their own world—
laughing, leaning into each other, whispering things no one else could hear.
Then it happened.
Their first kiss.
A spark—no… a collision.
Ryan's fingers slid into her hair, gripping gently but possessively,
pulling her closer as if letting go wasn't an option.
Aracella melted into him, her lips parting, her breath hitching—
And just like that…
They lost control.
Days turned into nights.
Nights turned into something dangerously addictive.
Ryan showed her parts of the city no one else knew—
quiet places, hidden corners, moments that felt like they belonged only to them.
Aracella, in return, pulled him into her world—
class, elegance, a different kind of fire.
Together, they became something unstoppable.
Secret. Intense. Consuming.
Their love wasn't soft.
It burned.
Stolen glances across rooms.
Late-night visits.
Whispers that turned into touches…
and touches that turned into something far deeper.
Ryan would come to her, and she would already be waiting—
Eyes glowing. Heart racing.
And the moment he touched her…
Nothing else mattered.
They graduated together.
Good grades. Bright futures.
But that night?
That night wasn't about the future.
It was about them.
Lucas stood by, watching, as the celebration spiraled into chaos.
Laughter. Drinks. Music.
And then…
That kiss.
Deep. Hungry. Uncontrolled.
It was supposed to be just a kiss.
But it didn't stop there.
(Aracella's POV)
Morning came slowly…
Soft light slipped through the window, brushing against my skin.
I shifted slightly, frowning.
Guess I forgot to lock it last night.
Then I turned—
And my breath caught.
Ryan.
Still asleep.
Still holding me.
His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, like even in his dreams…
he refused to let me go.
My heart skipped.
And then—
Last night came rushing back.
Heat flooded my cheeks instantly.
It wasn't our first time.
But it had never felt like that before.
The way his lips moved against my skin…
slow… deliberate… like he had all the time in the world.
The way his hands explored me—
like he was memorizing every inch.
Every touch sent electricity through my body.
Every kiss made it worse.
Better.
Too much.
"Why are you so red?"
His voice—low, rough, still heavy with sleep—
It sent a shiver straight down my spine.
I froze.
Then turned away quickly, trying to hide my face.
But it was too late.
He saw.
And he laughed.
"Good morning, babe."
He sat up, stretching slightly—
And I made the mistake of looking.
Only shorts.
Nothing else.
His broad shoulders, defined chest, perfectly toned abs—
God.
I couldn't look away.
"Good morning…" I whispered.
He caught the way I was staring.
Of course he did.
A slow smirk curved on his lips as he shook his head.
"Let's bath together."
My heart skipped.
I smiled, trying to act calm.
"Okay… sure."
Before I could even react—
He lifted me.
Just like that.
Effortlessly.
My body pressed against his, bare against bare—
And suddenly, the memory of last night didn't feel so far away anymore.