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[She] - [Harry styles]

Under the caress of the zephyr, Sora embraced a rare and exquisite freedom. The night breeze, a gentle whisper against her skin, bestowed a tranquility that effortlessly whisked away the burdens that had tethered her thoughts.

In this ephemeral sanctuary, she found herself momentarily released from the weight of worry, as if the very essence of the night conspired to weave a cocoon of serenity around her, inviting a blissful forgetfulness of life's complexities.

In the tranquility of the speeding car along the freeway, Sora was enveloped in a profound sense of peace. With the windows down, she gazed at the stars overhead, their brilliance enhanced by the blasting music that filled the air.

Craving the caress of the wind, she boldly unclasped her seatbelt, allowing the rush of air to embrace her. Leaning out, half of her body surrendered to the breeze, legs still anchored inside the car. Her dress flirted shamelessly, ascending her thighs with each playful gust. The wind danced through her hair, a wild symphony orchestrated by the night.

Jay found himself captivated, unable to divert his gaze, a regretful twinge echoing his earlier refusal. As she returned, closing the window, a shared eruption of laughter concealed the pulsating undercurrent of tension, leaving both breathless in the wake of a moment too electrifying to ignore.

"Do you want to eat ramen?" she proposed.

Jay choked on his saliva at her suggestion, his thoughts spiraling elsewhere. She chuckled at his reaction, finding it endearing.

"Sorry you had to witness that," she said. "So unprofessional, a mess, quite unlike the psychologist you usually encounter at the clinic."

"But I like this side of you too," Jay confessed.

For a moment, she questioned if she misheard him. He claimed to appreciate this side of her, leaving her to ponder if he felt the same about her other facets. She always believed he disliked those aspects.

Yet, there are instances when people learn to love what they once detested, and more often than not, they end up cherishing what they once despised the most.

"So vulnerable, so audacious, quite different from the psychologist I encounter at the clinic. And I like it."

Because hate isn't the opposite of love; it's apathy. When someone hates another, there's still a connection, a feeling. Yet, when indifference sets in, it signals the absence of emotion, a void where feelings once resided.

A fleeting calm enveloped them both before she shattered the silence with a sigh, turning her gaze back to Jay.

"Alright then," she began, "I'll invest all my free time in you, Mr. Park."

"I like that too," he replied, leaning forward. "Having you all to myself, doctor."

"First things first, let's get back home fast. You're probably busy tomorrow," she suggested, as Jay leaned back, one hand on the wheel, the other daringly close to her thigh.

Finally arriving at Sora's, they both exited the car, settling on its porch, reluctant for the day to conclude. Jay extracted a cigarette.

"I saw you tipsy for the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if you also smoke," he remarked, presenting the pack in front of her.

"No," she replied. "In fact, I hate the smell of cigarettes."

Upon hearing her words, Jay retrieved the cigarette between his teeth, snapping it in half.

"You're aware of a study on smell and memories," she began. "They suggest that a particular scent can closely evoke vivid memories."

"I avoid the smell of cigarettes for a reason," Sora explained. "It brings back unpleasant memories that I prefer to forget."

Jay chose to discard the cigarette pack in the bin near her home, making a firm decision to quit from that day forward.

Following this, she remained silent. Jay speculated that one day she might open up about those troubling memories, but for now, he refrained from prying further.

As she opened her home's door, she pivoted to confront the honey-skinned man behind her. With an air thick with anticipation, she issued a final ultimatum.

"I'm giving you one last chance, Mr. Park," she asserted, taking a measured step closer. The charged silence hung in the air, creating an almost palpable tension.

In that moment, she felt his hand graze her cheek, a fleeting touch laden with unspoken desire. It smoothly traversed to the back of her head, a gentle pull that drew her irresistibly closer to him. The room seemed to hum with anticipation, and then, in an electrifying twist of fate, his lips collided with hers.

The kiss lingered, stretching into an exquisite duration, unlike any she had experienced before. It ignited a fervor within her, causing her face to flush with heat and her heart to quicken its rhythm.

The sensation was exhilarating, almost intoxicating, as if she were reliving the heady thrill of being drunk. Butterflies danced wildly in her stomach, reminiscent of the fluttering excitement of two young teenagers discovering the magic of a kiss for the first time.

In a bold move, he guided her inside her home, deftly shutting the door behind him with one hand. Against the wall next to the door, he pressed her, creating an electrifying intimacy that held her captive in the moment.

The lingering kiss concluded, and they both withdrew, sharing a breath while locking eyes, devoid of any regret.

"That's all you get for today," He declared.

"No, that's unfair, you should—" Her protest was cut short as if her system suddenly shut down. She blacked out, her head finding a resting place on his shoulder.

Concerned, Jay shook her, fearing something might have gone wrong. However, to his relief, she was merely sleeping, peacefully lost in the aftermath of their shared moment.

He gently placed her on the bed, intending to leave, but she suddenly awoke, pushing him onto the bed and playfully switching positions. His cheeks flared up at her bold move, and in the charged moment, she whispered something enticing.

With a mischievous smile, she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight kiss, hehe."

As she settled down, she wrapped her arms around him like a koala, inadvertently trapping his entire body. Unbeknownst to Jay, who could sleep anywhere, they both drifted off into a cozy, unintentional cuddle.

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