Ross could already imagine it: Jenny's warm, soft body under his, her gasps and moans mingling with the sounds of the night.
The thought made a slow, confident smile creep across his face.
But for now, he would play it cool, charm her, make her feel intrigued and safe.
The chase was as much a part of the thrill as the victory itself.
Tonight wasn't over, and he didn't intend to let this moment slip away.
Ross talked with Jenny for hours, their conversation flowing effortlessly despite the chaos and noise of the crowded safe zone.
They laughed at small jokes, shared cautious smiles, and even debated a few points, though the underlying tension between them was undeniable.
By the time Ross finally stood and left, the clock was nearing midnight, and Jenny was left alone with her thoughts.
Almost immediately, her friends swarmed her, buzzing around like excited bees.
"Jenny! That's Ross! He's a freaking powerhouse!" one of them gushed, practically bouncing in excitement.
