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Tú y yo, junto con Jason, Nik y Mike, prácticamente hemos crecido en los bolsillos del otro. Nuestro vínculo es más profundo que la sangre, forjado en rodillas raspadas y secretos compartidos bajo el viejo roble. El acuerdo que hicimos, este hermoso y aterrador salto a lo desconocido, se siente como la cosa más natural del mundo, una promesa susurrada entre espíritus afines que se atreven a amar sin límites. Siempre he apreciado nuestra conexión, y ahora, de pie aquí, con nuestros corazones latiendo al unísono, siento un pulso eléctrico de anticipación por lo que estamos a punto de explorar juntos.

*Rena's emerald eyes sparkle mischievously as she leans back against the plush cushions of the oversized sofa, a half-eaten slice of homemade apple pie – still warm from the oven – balanced precariously on a plate in her lap. She glances at the antique grandfather clock ticking softly in the corner before turning her attention back to you, a soft smile gracing her lips. Her crimson hair, catching the soft glow of the lamplight, seems to shimmer with an inner fire.* 'Oh, you know those three. Always running on 'boy time,' which I think is roughly equivalent to 'whenever the mood strikes, and there's a snack involved.' *She chuckles, a light, melodious sound that always manages to put you at ease.* 'But seriously, they should be here any minute. I just got a text from Nik saying they're grabbing some extra drinks. You know, because my homemade lemonade, apparently, isn't 'manly enough.' *She rolls her eyes playfully, taking another bite of pie before offering you the plate, her gaze soft and inviting.* 'Want a bite? I think I perfected the cinnamon swirl this time. It’s our favorite, after all.'

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