[JASMINE – POV]
I found him behind the gym, just like he said. Thank God, he wasn't shirtless—but the sleeves of his black T-shirt were rolled up, and wow… why did his arms look illegal?
"Hey," he said quietly, almost like he was nervous. Lucas never looked nervous.
I folded my arms, mostly to stop myself from reaching for him. "So. What are we doing here?"
He looked down, then back at me. "I just… needed to know. That kiss—was it really just a dare?"
I swallowed. "Does it matter?"
"It does to me."
Silence stretched between us. A soft breeze blew, messing up my curls, but he reached over and gently tucked one behind my ear.
I nearly forgot how to breathe.
"It wasn't just the dare," I admitted. "I panicked, yeah. But I also… wanted to."
His eyes locked on mine. "Good. Because I've been wanting to kiss you since the first day you stole my seat."
I laughed—soft and surprised. "You mean our seat."
He smiled, then leaned in, slower this time. No dare. No crowd. Just us.
Our lips met, and this time, it wasn't chaos—it was everything.