In Between

Their Past Is Cold And Empty

Y/N arrives at Dior's party, her outfit a mix of elegance and fun, perfect for the lively atmosphere. Twinkling lights and colorful streamers set the scene, and music pulses through the room. Guests are dancing and mingling, the energy in the air electric.

Spotting Walker, Aryan, and Dior across the room, Y/N waves and calls out, "Hi guys! How's the party going?"

Dior beams and replies, "It's fantastic! We're playing truth or dare. Come join us!"

Y/N heads over and joins the circle. The game is already in full swing, with everyone taking turns spinning the bottle and daring each other. Laughter and playful teasing fill the room.

Aryan spins the bottle first, and it lands on Dior. "Dior, I dare you to do the coffee grinder dance move right here!" Aryan announces with a grin.

Dior laughs and performs the dance with exaggerated enthusiasm, prompting cheers and applause from the group.

Next, Dior spins the bottle, and it lands on Walker. "Walker, I dare you to wear this silly hat for the next three rounds!" Dior says, handing him a comically oversized hat.

Walker puts on the hat with a dramatic sigh, his expression a mix of amusement and mock annoyance. "Alright, alright. Let's see how this goes."

Walker spins the bottle, and it lands on Y/N. "Y/N, I dare you to serenade the group with a love song," Walker dares with a playful smirk.

Y/N grins and stands up, singing a romantic tune with a charming, if slightly off-key, performance. The crowd laughs and cheers, adding to the fun of the evening.

The game continues with a series of light-hearted dares. Finally, it's Mason's turn. He spins the bottle, and it lands on Walker. Mason's eyes light up with mischief. "Walker, I dare you to make out with Y/N."

The room erupts in cheers and playful shouts. Y/N and Walker exchange surprised glances. There's a charged moment of silence before Walker steps closer to Y/N, his eyes locked on hers. The tension between them becomes almost palpable.

Walker's gaze drops to Y/N's lips, and he asks softly, "Can I kiss you?"

Y/N's heart races, but she nods, her eyes never leaving his. Walker leans in, their lips meeting in a kiss that starts slow and builds in intensity. His hand gently cups the side of her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. Y/N's fingers find their way to his hair as the kiss deepens, their breaths mingling. The kiss lasts a full minute, each moment filled with a growing urgency and tenderness.

When they finally pull apart, both are breathless and flushed. The room around them feels like a distant echo as they sit in their own bubble of newfound intimacy.

The game resumes, and soon Dior's turn comes around. The bottle spins and lands on Y/N. Dior grins and says, "Y/N, I dare you to sit on Walker's lap for the rest of the night."

Y/N looks at Walker, slightly taken aback but smiling. She walks over to him and settles onto his lap, her proximity adding to the already palpable tension.

Walker's hands rest gently on her waist, and he looks at her with a mix of surprise and newfound confidence. He leans in and whispers in her ear, "You're incredible, you know that?"

Before Y/N can respond, Walker's lips find hers again. The kiss is soft but full of emotion, a contrast to their earlier, more urgent kiss. It's filled with a sense of reverence and affection.

As they pull apart, Walker's eyes sparkle with confidence. He looks at Y/N with a bright smile, his voice filled with admiration. "You're really something special."

Y/N smiles, her cheeks still flushed from their kisses. After a few moments, she feels a wave of thirst and decides to get a drink. "I'll be right back," she says, giving Walker a lingering look before standing up.

She makes her way to the drinks table, her mind still buzzing from the intense moments shared with Walker. As she pours herself a drink, she glances back towards the circle of friends, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation for what the rest of the night might bring.