The café turned out to be less "second-floor espresso bar" and more enchanted garden with a barista budget. Pale green vines crawled up the brick walls, and the open-air terrace let in dappled sunlight that made the marble floors glow like spilled milk.
Rachel, naturally, picked the most secluded booth she could find—half-hidden under an ivy-draped archway, with cushioned seats and a cheeky little sign that read Quiet Zone (but not for secrets).
A waiter came by. Rachel ordered iced peach tea and some smug little salad with pomegranate seeds. Luna got a sandwich that sounded safe and a drink he couldn't pronounce but wanted to try anyway.
Once the menus were swept away and the waiter vanished like an obedient ghost, Luna began to fidget.
He drummed his fingers. Adjusted his collar. Bit his lip.
Rachel raised a brow behind her silk mask.
"Spill it," she said, resting her chin on her hand. "You're buzzing like a partially opened soda can"
Luna flushed. "I—um. I might've done something."
Rachel gave a wicked smile. "Oh…something scandalous?"
"I slept with Ryan again," Luna blurted.
Rachel slapped the table, causing a very startled pigeon to launch itself off the railing.
"I knew it!" she grinned. "You really like his dick, don't you?"
Luna's jaw dropped. "Rachel!"
"I'm kidding! Kind of. Mostly." She sipped her tea like nothing had happened. "Honestly, you're glowing like someone who's just come back from a weekend getaway. A weekend getaway where a lot of action took place."
Luna groaned, covering his face with his hands. "We didn't even… I haven't… it hasn't happened yet.Like we haven't gone all the way yet"
Rachel blinked. "Wait- oh... You haven't—"
"Yes! It's only been like…hand stuff….so I don't know what actually being fucked by him is like!" Luna whispered frantically. "But I think about it. All the time. And every time I think I can resist, he just looks at me and it's like—I don't know, something inside me melts and I just—ugh—help."
Rachel went very still. Then very pink under her peachy satin mask.
Rachel adjusted the edges delicately. "Right. Yes. Well. That is certainly… very vivid."
"I'm sorry," Luna said quickly. "I know we said we'd talk about it first, and I meant to, really, I did. But it just happened. And I like him. I like how he holds me. I like being—being overpowered. It's stupid. I know it's stupid, but it makes me feel… something. Like I'm not just floating through everything."
There was a beat.
And then, from across the table, a low, masculine voice slid into the air.
"Of course you do."
Luna startled so hard he nearly kicked the table.
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