Ren arched a brow at me. "Because, June, it sounds like you're auditioning for Pornhub: The Musical."
"Okay, but like… imagine the headlines." I leaned closer and burst out laughing. "Blackwell's first sex ballad rocks the auditorium. I'd be a legend."
He cracked up, leaning back on the bench. "Yeah, until the principal has a heart attack during the chorus."
I groaned into my hands. "God, stop, you're making it worse."
"Hey." He nudged my arm with his shoulder, and I swear my heart left my body. "Don't get me wrong, it's catchy. But imagine the teachers in the front row, nodding along while you belt out 'your lips are gravity.'"
I peeked at him through my fingers. "Fine. We'll shelve KissMe."
Ren turned back to the piano. "What if we actually wrote something… inspiring? Something people will remember for the right reasons."
