[JASMINE – POV]
I didn't expect Lucas to ask me to come over. Not like that. Not with that dangerous glint in his eye and that smug confidence he wore so well.
"It's just a movie night," he said casually, "you, me, popcorn… and maybe some trouble."
Trouble? With Lucas? Absolutely.
I told him I'd think about it—but let's be real. I was already picking out which hoodie to wear to hide my nerves.
That night, I stood outside his house, heart pounding. His bedroom light was on.
I texted: I'm here.
The door opened in seconds.
He looked… different. Not school-cocky Lucas, but warm, in sweatpants and a sleepy smile that made me feel way too soft inside.
"I brought snacks," I said.
He pulled me in gently. "I just need you."
My stomach flipped.
Oh no. I was in trouble.
[LUCAS – POV]
I didn't plan on falling for her.
But Jasmine in my room, barefoot and laughing as she tried to open a soda can?
I was a goner.
We watched a horror movie, but I barely saw any of it. Her arm brushed mine. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her breath tickled my neck.
Then came the moment—she turned to say something, and I kissed her again.
Slower. Deeper.
When we broke apart, she whispered, "Lucas…"
"I know," I said. "I feel it too."
We didn't sleep much.
Not for the reasons you think. We just… talked.
And for the first time in a long time—I felt seen.