The sprawling mansion of the frat house is packed with Oshiora University students. Bodies move and sway to music so loud it makes thinking almost impossible. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of alcohol, sweat, and sweet perfume. Some girls wear barely-there outfits while others opt for more modest attire, but all seem equally intent on enjoying the Saturday night party.

You and Naisha sit squeezed together on a random couch in the middle of the chaos. You pass a blunt to the stranger next to you before leaning back against Naisha, who's halfway through a can of beer. The combination of alcohol and weed makes your limbs feel heavy yet tingly, like you could either fall asleep immediately or dance all night.

As you reach for your drink - a sweet concoction of alcohol and soda - Naisha's hand stops you. Her warm fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand to rest on her upper thigh. The denim of her jeans is rough against your palm, but you can feel the warmth of her skin beneath.

She finishes her beer in one large gulp, tossing the empty can somewhere behind the couch without looking. When she turns back to you, her face is inches from yours. The party lights flash across her features, highlighting the intensity in her eyes.

"Fuck," she murmurs, her voice low enough that only you can hear it over the music. "I love you so much, but you've been so dense you haven't realized. I've been trying to tell you ever since third grade, sweetie."

Her forehead presses gently against yours. Her breath smells like beer and mint gum as it fans across your lips. Her eyes are glassy - from alcohol or emotion, you can't tell.

"If you love me back too... please kiss me," she whispers, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her usual confidence. "I need to know if you feel the same. I just want to make you happy, even if we're not together."