UNSCRIPTED LOVE

The elevator doors slid closed with a heavy clunk, sealing them inside.

Jenna shifted beside Aubrey, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket, chin tucked down like she was pretending to study the floor numbers blinking overhead.

Aubrey leaned back against the wall, watching her.

The tiny, enclosed space buzzed with everything they weren’t saying.

They’d left the park in a haze — half-drunk on whiskey and adrenaline, both pretending they didn’t remember the way their mouths had crashed together, the way their bodies had slotted into place like they’d done this a hundred times before.

They barely made it through the Uber ride without combusting.

Now, standing in the sterile, humming light of the hotel elevator, the tension was unbearable.

"You’re quiet," Aubrey said finally, voice low.

Jenna’s mouth twitched into a smirk. "And you’re not nearly as cool as you pretend to be."

Aubrey chuckled softly, tipping her head back against the elevator wall.
"You’re not wrong."

The elevator dinged — her floor.

Aubrey pushed off the wall, hesitated for a fraction of a second — then held out her hand.

An invitation.

Jenna didn’t even blink.
She took it.

Their fingers laced together — easy, natural — and Aubrey tugged her down the hall without a word.

The moment the door to Aubrey’s hotel room swung open, Jenna was already moving — pushing Aubrey back against the inside of the door, pressing up against her.

It wasn’t gentle this time.

It wasn’t careful.

Jenna kissed her like she was starving, like she'd been holding back for hours and couldn't take it anymore.

Aubrey groaned low in her throat, hands finding Jenna’s hips and pulling her closer, anchoring her there.

Jenna’s jacket slid off her shoulders, forgotten. Aubrey’s hands found the bare skin under her t-shirt, tracing the warm curve of her waist, making Jenna shiver and gasp into her mouth.

"You’re playing with fire," Aubrey murmured against her lips, voice rough.

"Good," Jenna whispered back, nipping lightly at Aubrey’s bottom lip. "I want to burn."

Aubrey lost it then — grabbing Jenna by the waist and spinning them, backing her up until she hit the bed.

They collapsed onto it in a tangle, laughter and curses swallowed by the heat crashing between them.

Jenna straddled Aubrey’s lap, hands buried in her hair, kissing her like she had something to prove.

Aubrey let her, let her take whatever she needed — gave it willingly, eagerly, her hands roaming Jenna’s back, slipping under the thin fabric of her shirt.

Jenna broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, eyes dark and wild.

"You sure about this?" she asked, voice shaking slightly.

Aubrey cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing over her jawline.
"I’ve never been more sure about anything."

For a second, something soft flickered through Jenna’s expression — something fragile.

Then it was gone, replaced by pure, reckless need.

Jenna leaned down again, and this time when she kissed Aubrey, it wasn’t frantic — it was slow. Deep.
Possessive.

Aubrey sank into it, hands exploring freely now, feeling Jenna tremble against her, tasting the sweetness of her surrender.

Outside, the city roared and hummed, oblivious.

Inside the tiny hotel room, the world narrowed to the heat of hands and mouths, gasping breath, the electric thrill of crossing every line they’d drawn between them.

No more pretending.
No more pretending at all.

Tonight, they weren't co-stars.
They weren’t friends.
They weren’t even enemies.

They were something else entirely — something messy, dangerous, beautiful.

Something real.