I wantthis.
Him.
Us.
Before it all went to hell.
His hands slide to my waist. My fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt. Our mouths crash, desperate, messy. It feels like two months ago. It feels like home. It feels like danger.
My back hits the locker.
His chest presses to mine.
Heat sparks everywhere.
I kiss him back like I mean it.
Like I missed him.
Like the part of me I buried is clawing her way up again.
And that’s why I stop.
I tear my mouth from his, breathing hard, pulse wild.
He looks wrecked.
Destroyed.
Starving.
“Thanks for the mental distraction,” I say, voice tight.
His brows pull together, confused, wounded.
“But I gotta go.”
I slip under his arm, unlock the door, and walk out before my knees give out.
Behind me, I hear it — the metallic crack of his fist slamming into a locker.
It feels exactly like the sound of my own heart.
I practically fall out of the locker room, hand still pressed to my neck where Leo kissed me like he had a right to.
I need air.
I need distance.
I need my brain to stop replaying the way he tasted.
“Jade!”
Shani’s voice snaps me back to reality. She jogs up, her braid bouncing, dangling her brand-new car keys.
“You good?” she asks, eyes scanning my face. “Nope. You’re not good. Let’s go.”
I don’t argue.
