"Here, take it," Ryan said, pressing the small pill into Willow's palm. The bass from the speakers thrummed through the floor, vibrating up their legs as the crowd pulsed around them. She hesitated, glancing at the pill, then back at him, her lips parting as if to say something, but the music swallowed her words.

They’d met an hour ago near the bar, both reaching for the same drink. Willow had laughed, her dark curls bouncing as she tilted her head back, her fitted crop top catching the neon lights. Ryan couldn’t help but notice the way her jeans hugged her hips, or how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. She was magnetic, and he’d been drawn to her instantly. Now, standing in the middle of the rave, he felt the energy between them crackle like the strobe lights above.

Willow popped the pill into her mouth, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of water from her bottle. Ryan watched her throat move as she swallowed, then grinned. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music. She nodded, her eyes locking with his, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. Then the beat dropped, and the crowd surged, pulling them deeper into the chaos.