It's a Saturday night.Not a school night. Not a practice night.A different kind of night.
Ami walks through the threshold and steps into a different world — red lights leaking down the hallway, basslines shaking the floor, Latin trap pulsing like a second heartbeat.
This isn't her college.This is the college — raw, wild, dripping with heat and impulse.
Bodies move like shadows — hips loose, eyes glazed, mouths parted. Everyone is glowing, golden, untouchable.
She feels under-dressed and overexposed at the same time.
Then she sees her — Vee — eyes shining like mischief, glitter still clinging to her collarbone from God-knows-when.
Vee doesn't ask. She just grabs Ami's hand and pulls her onto the dance floor.
"Don't think," she whispers against her ear, breath warm like summer. "Just move."
And Ami moves.She doesn't think.For the first time in forever, she lets go.
Their bodies slide together, rhythm syncing. Hands roam. Vee's fingers rest on her waist, trace the small of her back, teasing.Ami leans in, skin to skin.
Luna joins them, a quiet force.Samira's watching from the couch, her drink untouched, lip caught between her teeth like she's biting back something primal.
Time dissolves.Only the music remains.Only the heat. The pulse. The pull.
Ami says yes — without words.To the touch.To the hunger.To the being seen.
Vee leads her upstairs.Luna follows.Samira too.
It's not rushed. It's not messy.It's slow. Tender. Deliberate.
They undress her like they're memorizing her.She melts under every kiss, every whisper, every look that says you're safe here.
Ami kisses back.She lets herself feel.And for the first time since the funeral, since her parents' names became past tense — she feels alive.
But then…
That ache returns — the one buried beneath desire.The one that whispers: You're still lost.
She panics.
"I… I can't. I'm sorry— I—"
She stumbles back, breathing like she just ran a marathon underwater.
They don't stop her.They just watch — quiet, still, understanding more than she can say.
Ami bolts — barefoot, shirt half-buttoned, soul unraveling.
She rushes outside into the cool night. The air hits her like a slap.Tears blur her vision.
Then — bam.
She crashes into someone.
Leo.Basketball hoodie. Hair messy. Eyes wide.
"Ami?"
She breaks. Right there.Falls into his chest like it's the only safe place left on Earth.
She sobs — not because she regrets anything…
…but because she doesn't even know who she is anymore.