[JASMINE – POV]
I wasn't sure what time it was, but the sky outside Lucas's window had faded into inky black. His room smelled like his cologne and clean sheets. I lay on his bed, still in his oversized hoodie, my heart racing from everything that just happened.
I had crossed a line—we had.
And I didn't regret a second.
He rolled onto his side, brushing his thumb along my jawline. "You okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah… more than okay."
There was silence for a while. Not the awkward kind. The safe kind. The kind that made you want to whisper secrets you'd buried too deep.
"I've never brought anyone here before," he said suddenly.
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
He exhaled. "Not like this. Not… you."
My chest tightened. His voice was rough, real, and something told me Lucas Ajayi wasn't used to being vulnerable.
I leaned in and whispered, "Me neither."
[LUCAS – POV]
She looked like chaos wrapped in calm—messy curls, soft lips, a dangerous glint in her eyes. And damn, I was falling.
Not the silly high school crush kind.
The real, terrifying, can't-think-straight kind.
"You're trouble, Jasmine Adebayo," I murmured, tracing a finger down her arm.
She smiled. "And yet here you are, begging for more."
I laughed, but inside, something shifted. I wasn't ready to admit it out loud, but…
I didn't just want her.
I was starting to need her.
And that scared me more than anything.