The Willett Legacy

Before he could respond, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a hard, passionate kiss that tasted of beer and desire. X kissed her back, his resolve cracking under the press of her mouth, but he pulled away after a moment, breathing ragged. “V...” #ValGen3

She leaned in, inhaling him with exaggerated seriousness. X blinked. “Are you… smelling me?” She nodded, eyes dark and intent. “You smell good.” Val pushed him back against the bar's edge, her hands roaming his chest. “I know I want you,” she murmured, her voice husky. #ValGen3

When she set the bottle down, he raised an eyebrow. “So now you’re drunk.” Val scoffed, pushing him lightly back against the bar. “I know what I want.” #ValGen3

She shook her head, utterly unconvinced. “I’m not.” She grabbed another bottle, leaned into him conspiratorially. “In fact… I’m not tipsy enough.” X laughed under his breath as she drained it, clinging to him like gravity had suddenly increased. #ValGen3

“I love to dance, X,” she said, delighted with herself. He smirked, steady and sober by choice tonight. “You’re tipsy, V.” She shook her head, utterly unconvinced. “I’m not.” #ValGen3

Eventually, they slipped away into the private room X had rented, the energy shifting from wild to intimate. Guests drifted in and out, dancing and drinking. At the bar, X watched Val with fond amusement as she finished another beer, swaying slightly to the beat. #ValGen3

“Is this everything you wanted, V?” he murmured. She nodded, smile loose and unguarded. “It’s more.” They stayed like that until hours blurred together—until sweat and laughter and music became one continuous thing. #ValGen3

He was utterly focused on her—on the way she moved, the way she fit so easily against him, like this was exactly where she belonged. After a while, she turned in his arms, fingers lacing behind his neck. His forehead dipped to hers as they swayed, sharing air, sharing heat. #ValGen3

Tipsy and warm, Val giggled and let him lead her into the center of the floor. The crowd swallowed them whole. She turned her back to him, moving instinctively, hips rolling slow and teasing. X’s hands settled at her waist, thumbs digging in just enough to make her breath hitch. #ValGen3

They found each other near the DJ booth, music thundering, lights strobing. Val leaned in close, her mouth brushing his ear as she spoke—whether she meant to or not. X’s hand came to her lower back, firm, grounding. He smiled against her hair. “Let’s go dance, birthday girl.” #ValGen3

And still. She couldn’t stay away from X. Every time they crossed paths, it was electric. A look held a second too long. A smirk. A raised brow. A promise passed silently between them. The kind that settled low in her stomach and stayed there. #ValGen3

The place was packed, bodies moving under violet and neon light, laughter spilling into the air like perfume. Val drifted through her friends, arms thrown around shoulders, cocktails appearing in her hands faster than she could count. She laughed loudly,freely—head tipped back, eyes bright. #ValGen3

The club pulsed like a living thing, bass rolling through the floor and straight into Val’s bones. Just because she was an adult—with kids, with a life built and scars earned—didn’t mean she’d lost a single ounce of her appetite for nights like this. If anything, it made them sweeter. #ValGen3

Mom & Dad night out 💃🏾✨ #ValGen3

Val leaned forward, hands clasped, eyes soft. For a brief moment, she took it all in—her family, the warmth, the years behind her and the ones still waiting. She blew out the candles in one steady breath. Applause erupted, laughter followed, and Val smiled so wide it almost hurt. #ValGen3

Kai rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. The conversation wandered, light and comfortable, stories overlapping, forks clinking against plates. There was no rush. No tension. Just 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. Then the cake appeared. #ValGen3

Dinner unfolded easily. Just the four of them around the table, plates warm, food good, laughter slipping between bites. Val kept thanking them, eyes shining, clearly touched—and Sora accepted every compliment with a grin and a nod despite contributing exactly nothing. #ValGen3

Sora watched him carefully. She wasn’t sure if she was in love with Mathias yet—that word felt heavy, serious—but she also didn’t believe love had to be a prerequisite. Trust mattered. Safety mattered. Wanting it mattered 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. #ValGen3

“It went good because I love Stefan,” he said, quietly but firmly. “It was weird and awkward but also…” A slow, almost shy smile crept onto his face. “It was incredible.” #ValGen3

He thought about it. About Stefan’s hands, about the nerves, the laughter, the awkward pauses that somehow hadn’t ruined anything. Then he sighed. “I’m not giving you details.” Sora yawned loudly. “Boring.” But he kept going, as if she hadn’t spoken. #ValGen3

Kai went back to the stove, stirring slowly. The sizzle filled the space where his thoughts crowded in. “So,” she continued, trying to sound casual again, “are you going to tell me or not?” She cocked an eyebrow at him from her throne on the counter. #ValGen3

They’d been together for months. Everyone knew it. Mathias had slipped into her life firmly, like he belonged there. He saw her fully—the sharp edges, the soft ones, the flaws she usually hid behind jokes—and instead of flinching, he stayed. “I like him,” she added, softer. “A lot.” #ValGen3

“Because I might…” She hesitated, then lifted her eyes to him. “Want to do it with Mathias.” That got his attention. Sora wasn’t joking now. She wasn’t smirking or poking or pushing just for the fun of it. There was something vulnerable in the way she said his name, something careful. #ValGen3