The front door creaked open, and Nirvana sauntered into the house, her hips swaying to the beat that pulsed through the air. But as she entered the living room, she found the group already vibing without her. Z, sitting quietly in the corner, kept stealing glances at Nirvana, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that made her heart race.
Nirvana caught Z's gaze and felt the energy in the room shift. She raised an eyebrow, and he smirked, standing abruptly and grabbing her wrist. Without a word, he pulled her towards his room, leaving the group behind.
"Hey, Nirvana! Joining us for a drink?" someone called out from the living room.
Z ignored them, leading Nirvana down the hallway. She followed, feeling both confused and intrigued. What was on his mind?
As they entered his room, Z dropped onto his bed, motioning for Nirvana to join him. She hesitated, but Z's gaze remained firm and confident.
"Ever wanted to escape the noise?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Nirvana admitted she had, and Z took it as a sign to continue. He offered Nirvana a blunt, their fingers brushing as she took it.
"You up for whatever I have in mind?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Nirvana, feeling shy and hesitant, took a hit from the blunt. Z leaned back on his bed, putting his arm around Nirvana as they continued to smoke.
Meanwhile, in the living room, the group continued joking, teasing Nirvana about her time alone with Z.
"I bet they're having a deep, intellectual conversation," someone quipped, earning laughs from the group.
Nirvana heard their laughter in the background, feeling both nervous and excited about what was happening in Z's room.
Z asked Nirvana about her plans for the night, already knowing the answer.
"Just here to chill," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Z's grin widened. "Good," he said, taking the blunt from her hand. "Because I have other plans for us."
With that, Z kicked everyone out of his house, preparing for an intimate moment with Nirvana. She may have been scared, shy, and hesitant, but Z was determined to show her a night she would never forget.
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