"Can you grab me another drink?" Jenna called over the music, her voice barely cutting through the bass thumping from the living room speakers. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her bare shoulders catching the dim light as she brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

Finn, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, smirked as he reached into the fridge for a beer. They’d known each other since college, but tonight felt different—maybe it was the way her fitted dress hugged her curves or the way her laugh had been a little louder, a little freer, all evening. The party buzzed around them, a blur of voices and laughter, but in the kitchen, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

"Here," he said, handing her the bottle, his fingers brushing hers just a little too long. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Thanks," she said, her voice softer now. "You know, you’ve been quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?" Finn hesitated, his gaze lingering on her as the music shifted to something slower, more intimate. "Just thinking," he said finally, his tone teasing but with an edge she couldn’t quite place. "About what?" she pressed, stepping closer. He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of someone calling his name from the living room cut him off. Jenna raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Later," he said, his voice low. "Promise."