Maxi's hand was warm and trembling slightly as it tugged Kyra through the thick pulse of music and chatter upstairs. The alcohol in her system swirled like wildfire, numbing her judgment but sharpening her desire not just for touch, but for pleasure, for escape, for anything that felt real.
"I wanna show you something," she said, her voice low, husky, almost breaking.
Kyra followed, laughing lightly. "What is it? You're acting weird."
Maxi didn't answer. She pushed open a door at the far end of the hallway, and they slipped inside. The room was dim, empty, quiet. The muffled bass thumped through the walls like a distant heartbeat.
Then, the click of the lock.
Kyra's smile faded slightly. "Maxi?"
Maxi turned around slowly, eyes glassy but focused, haunted. "I just want to feel something tonight," she whispered. "Something that isn't...him."
There was a pause. Kyra took a step forward, unsure. "You're drunk baby girl so chill out."
