It's only fair.

Without hesitation, Bianca reached out and took the phone from Tyrese, her fingers wrapping around the sleek device as she navigated to the contacts app. As she typed in her number, the soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, casting an ethereal light on her features. Tyrese watched her, his eyes lingering on the gentle curve of her neck, the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back.

As Bianca handed the phone back to Tyrese, their fingers touched once more, sending a frisson of excitement through her. Tyrese's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an inner fire that seemed to sear her very soul. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his jacket over his broad shoulders, the worn denim clinging to his muscular frame like a second skin. But instead of zipping it up, he left it hanging open, the edges framing his chiseled chest like a work of art.

The sight sent a wave of heat crashing through Bianca, her pulse racing in her veins like a runaway train.

As Tyrese slid the phone back into his pocket, the soft rustle of fabric against fabric seemed amplified in the heavy silence that hung between them. His eyes never leaving Bianca's, he turned to make his way down the hallway, the movement fluid and deliberate. Bianca found herself following him, her feet seeming to move of their own accord as she trailed behind him.

The dim lighting in the hallway cast long shadows across the walls, making Tyrese's figure seem even larger and more imposing than it already was. Bianca's gaze drifted to the broad expanse of his back, the worn denim jacket clinging to his muscular frame like a second skin.

As Bianca followed Tyrese down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, creating a sense of rhythmic synchrony that seemed to underscore the palpable tension between them. The air vibrated with unspoken meaning, like the quiet hum of a bass note that resonated deep within her chest.

When they finally reached the entrance to her apartment, Tyrese grasped the doorknob, his large hand enveloping it completely, and gave it a gentle turn.

As the door creaked open, a sliver of bright sunlight sliced through the narrow opening, illuminating the dimly lit hallway and casting an otherworldly glow on the walls. Tyrese's eyes, still locked onto Bianca's, crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his deep voice rumbling softly. "I'll text you later to check on my shirt, okay?" The words hung in the air, suspended like a promise, as he paused, his hand still grasping the doorknob.

Bianca nodded, her lips parting slightly as she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."

As Tyrese's smile lingered, his eyes, still locked onto Bianca's, seemed to gleam with a sudden recollection. His hand, grasping the doorknob, hesitated for a fraction of a second before releasing its grip. The door, now freed from his grasp, swung open a little wider, allowing a slice of warm sunlight to cut across the hallway, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

"Hey, I almost forgot," Tyrese said, his deep voice low and smooth, like a gentle breeze on a summer evening. "There's a party happening off campus tonight. We're celebrating the first week back to college, you should come."

As Tyrese extended the invitation, his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and Bianca couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She smiled and nodded, her lips curving upward in a gentle arc. "Okay, text me," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyrese's smile widened, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the hallway. "I'll send you the address and time," he said, his deep voice low and smooth, like a gentle breeze on a summer evening.

As they stood there, the warm sunlight streaming through the open door cast a golden glow on their faces, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

As Tyrese stepped out into the bright sunlight, Bianca found herself following him once again, her feet carrying her across the threshold as if drawn by an unseen ****. The warm rays of the sun danced across her skin, imbuing her with a sense of vitality and freedom. The air vibrated with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds, creating a symphony of sounds that filled her senses.

Tyrese paused on the porch, turning to face Bianca as he slipped on his sunglasses. The lenses glinted in the sunlight, casting a fleeting shadow across his cheekbones.

As Tyrese turned away from Bianca, the sunlight danced across his broad shoulders, casting a fleeting shadow on the wall behind him. The sound of his sneakers scuffling against the rough texture of the porch floorboards echoed through the stillness, punctuated by the soft creaking of the old wooden beams beneath his feet. With a fluid motion, he stepped off the porch and onto the sidewalk, his long strides devouring the distance as he walked away from Bianca's apartment.

Just as Bianca's eyelids began to droop, her ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps echoing from behind her. The creaking of the old wooden beams beneath her feet seemed to grow louder, as if amplified by her sudden awareness.