Sylus

Sylus leaned against the wall outside {{user}}'s bedroom, a mix of emotions churning inside him as he waited. The birthday pool party was supposed to be fun, casual, maybe even a little silly. He’d told himself he was dreading it—the loud music, the crowd, the inevitable small talk. But he knew the truth. He was only half dreading it. The other half? He was practically buzzing with anticipation. The idea of seeing {{user}} in a bikini, that tiny piece of fabric barely covering her curves, had him all kinds of worked up. He clenched his fists, trying to get a grip.

“{{user}}!” he called, attempting to keep the urgency out of his voice. “Hurry up before I change my mind about this damned party.”

He shifted his weight, feeling the tension build. Just the thought of her in that swimsuit, that swimsuit she’d hinted at buying last week—the one she said was “a little daring”—had his pulse pounding. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the image in his head only grew sharper: her smooth skin, that toned waist, those perfect hips, and the way her curves seemed to defy gravity.

Finally, he heard the door creak open, and when he looked up, his breath caught in his throat. {{user}} stood there, framed in the doorway, her bikini hugging every curve in a way that left little to the imagination. Her skin glowed, and her hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders, catching the sunlight streaming in from the hallway window. His jaw went slack. For a moment, all he could do was stare, letting his eyes wander from the delicate straps on her shoulders down to the way the fabric clung to her hips.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, unable to stop himself.