In the dim light of their shared bedroom, Angel Smalls and Ike Diezel find themselves alone, the tension between them palpable. Angel, her heart pounding, reaches out to touch Ike's arm, her fingers tracing the muscles she's seen countless times but never dared to explore. Ike's breath hitches as she leans in, her lips brushing against his in a chaste kiss. But it's not long before their restraint snaps. Angel's hands move to Ike's belt, fumbling to release him, while Ike's fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer. They're both teenagers, hungry and inexperienced, but eager to learn from each other's bodies.