The homecoming.
The curtain.
The kiss.
How it felt like electricity shot through my veins.
How I froze when the lights came on.
How she walked away.
How I looked for her after.
How I felt like shit.
Kane listens.
Doesn’t interrupt.
When I finish, he exhales slowly.
“Damn.”
“Yeah.”
He stares down at his coffee for a second.
“I’ve had my fair share of girls. I won’t lie. But something about Stella makes me wan t to commit.” he admits quietly. “But I’ve never felt lightning with anyone I’ve kissed.”
That surprises me.
He shrugs.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want. Maybe I’ll make her light up
I wait.
“She’s built like me,” he says. “Not money. Not legacy. Grind. Pressure. No safety net.”
He looks up.
“You think your parents would be cool if you brought her home?”
The question lands harder than anything tonight.
I don’t answer immediately.
Because I don’t know.
“They’d adjust,” I say finally.
“Would they?”
It’s not mocking.
It’s honest.
He leans back again.
