Sienna wasn’t planning to stay out late, but the music, the drinks, and the sharp grin from the girl at the end of the bar changed that.
Ivy. Confident. Unapologetic. The kind of girl who knew exactly what she wanted.
Their conversation was easy — drinks turned into flirting, flirting turned into hands brushing, and before Sienna knew it, the night ended tangled in sheets, the city lights flickering through Ivy’s apartment window.
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