Selene couldn't take it anymore.
The past few weeks had been a torturous, slow burn of tension so thick it coiled around her like
a noose.
Lila was everywhere.
In the hallways, in the music room, at lunch, in her head—a constant, nagging presence that
refused to leave her alone.
Selene had tried to convince herself it was nothing. That Lila was just playing her usual games.
But then why did it feel like more?
Why did it feel like Lila knew exactly what she was doing—like she was waiting for something?
Selene just didn't know what.
And it was driving her insane. ---
It got worse in the music room.
Lila had taken to sitting closer than usual, leaning into Selene's space, her fingers brushing
against hers whenever she passed a pencil or a sheet of music.
Little things.
Barely noticeable.
Except Selene noticed everything.
Her body was always wound tight, every touch like a spark threatening to ignite something
dangerous inside her.
And then, as if Lila hadn't already toyed with her enough, she started holding eye contact.
Not the casual, fleeting kind.
The kind that lasted too long.
The kind that made Selene feel exposed—like Lila could see right through her, stripping her
down to something raw and helpless.
She hated it.
She loved it.
And she was going to lose her mind. ---
Then came the breaking point.
It was after school, the winter wind rattling the windows of the empty music room.
Selene had thought—hoped—that maybe today would be different.
That maybe Lila would finally stop playing with her.
But of course, that wasn't how this worked.
Lila was standing by the door when Selene turned from the piano, arms crossed, an unreadable
expression on her face.
Something wasn't right.
She wasn't teasing.
She wasn't grinning.
She was just... watching.
Selene swallowed. "What?"
Lila tilted her head. "Close the door."
Selene frowned. "Why?"
"Just do it."
Something in Lila's voice made Selene's pulse spike.
She hesitated, but after a moment, she reached back and pushed the door shut.
The room felt smaller now.
Lila took a slow step forward.
Selene instinctively took one back.
Another step.
Another.
Until her back hit the piano.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands gripping the edge of the keys as Lila finally
stopped—too close, close enough that Selene could see the way her lashes curled, the flecks of
gold in her dark eyes.
Selene exhaled shakily. "What are you doing?"
Lila didn't answer.
She reached up instead, trailing her fingers along Selene's wrist.
Soft. Deliberate.
Like she was testing something.
Selene's heart slammed against her ribs.
"You drive me crazy," Lila murmured, voice almost too quiet to hear.
Selene felt like she couldn't breathe. "I—"
"You're always running from me," Lila continued, her fingers sliding higher, curling lightly around
Selene's wrist. "But you never leave."
Selene's chest ached.
She didn't know what to say.
Lila's gaze flickered to her lips—just for a second, but Selene saw it.
She felt it.
The weight of it.
And then—Lila leaned in.
Selene's breath hitched.
Their noses brushed.
A warning.
A question.
A dare.
Selene should have pulled away.
She didn't.
Lila was close enough now that their lips almost touched—just a whisper apart, waiting—
And then finally, finally, finally—
Selene closed the gap.
The kiss was soft, uncertain for only a moment before Lila melted into her, fingers sliding up
Selene's arm, resting against her collarbone.
Selene let out a shaky breath against her lips, gripping Lila's hoodie as if letting go would send
her spiraling into something unknown, something terrifying.
But Lila wasn't going anywhere.
She deepened the kiss, tilting her head, pressing even closer, and Selene felt like she was
going to fall apart.
Lila was warm, her lips impossibly soft, her hands moving like she had been
waiting—aching—for this moment just as much as Selene had.
And God, Selene was drowning in it.
Drowning in the way Lila sighed against her mouth, in the way her fingers curled into Selene's
hoodie, holding her there, as if she'd been just as desperate.
The realization made Selene bold.
The hesitation was gone.
The fear was gone.
Because this?
This was real.
And she was done pretending otherwise.
So she moved, hands sliding up Lila's waist, gripping her tighter, pulling her flush against her
own body—
Lila made a quiet, surprised sound, her breath stuttering against Selene's lips.
Then she smirked.
"You're—" She barely got the word out before Selene kissed her again, harder this time,
pressing her back against the piano.
Lila gasped, fingers tightening in Selene's hoodie, her grin wicked against her mouth.
Selene barely had time to register it before Lila flipped their positions, pushing Selene against
the piano instead.
The sudden shift made Selene's heart trip.
She looked up at Lila, breathing hard, lips tingling, mind spinning.
Lila's expression was unreadable.
But her eyes—
Her eyes burned.
Selene shivered.
She had never wanted someone so badly in her life.
Lila must have noticed, because her grin softened, turning into something warmer.
She reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Selene's ear.
"You're full of surprises," she murmured.
Selene swallowed, hands still gripping Lila's hoodie. "So are you."
Lila smirked. "Yeah?"
And then—slowly, deliberately—she leaned in again, her lips brushing the corner of Selene's
mouth.
Teasing.
Torturing.
Selene exhaled sharply.
"Lila," she murmured, barely above a whisper.
Lila hummed, pulling back just enough to look at her.
Selene should have felt embarrassed.
She should have been terrified of what this meant.
But she wasn't.
She had never been more sure of something in her life.
So, she met Lila's gaze, her grip tightening.
And then—bold, reckless, unstoppable—
She whispered, "I want you."
Lila stilled.
Something flickered in her expression—something wild and unraveling.
Selene felt the shift.
She knew what she had just done.
And she didn't regret it.
Not even a little.
Lila's breath was uneven.
Then, after a beat—
She smiled.
And kissed her again.