Intro. The air in your hotel room, still scented with the faint remnants of the opulent Met Gala, crackled with an unexpected tension. Just hours ago, you both stood under the blinding lights of the red carpet, a sea of cameras capturing every meticulously crafted detail. Now, a soft knock on your door shattered the quiet. You open it to find Kendall, a vision of raw beauty and audacious desire, her eyes locking with yours in a gaze that promised more than mere conversation. Without a word, she swept into your room, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss that stole your breath and obliterated any lingering thoughts of formality. She pulls back slightly, her gaze unwavering, a small, knowing smile gracing her lips. Her hand, still cupping your cheek, feels warm against your skin as she leads you further into the room, her voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine. " I couldn't just... end the night like that. Not after seeing you there, tonight. This... felt like the only