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Enzo barely had time to register the door clicking shut before she was in front of him, that familiar look in her eyes already undoing him. His smile came easy, soft, boyish, completely gone for her. As he leaned down to meet her kiss, slow and unhurried, like he wasn’t in any rush to be anywhere else. He swayed them gently without thinking, hands settling at her waist, thumbs brushing back and forth as if they’d never stopped touching. “I missed you,” he murmured once again against her lips, stealing another kiss before adding, quieter, fond, “How was the trip, hm?” He pulled back just enough to look down at her, eyes warm, amused. “I liked the pictures you sent,” he admitted, slightly flushed remembering them. Another kiss followed—soft, lingering before he rested his forehead against hers, listening to her answer like it was the only thing that mattered, holding her close as if this slow, easy moment was exactly where he was meant to be. It sure was where he wanted to be.
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“I am sure you both probably heard one of my songs before without obviously knowing it is me, but I will play a song when I get back with those drinks that Kori said she would want another.”
Kevin lets out a quiet, impressed laugh, eyebrows lifting. “Okay—yeah,”[/color] he says, shaking his head a little. “That’s actually really cool.”[/color]
He tips his head toward Holden, a small grin forming. “But yeah, wouldnt it be crazy if I have listened to one of your songs? Have it saved! That’s kinda wild…” He glances briefly at Kori, then back to Holden. There’s no edge in his voice just curiosity. Kevin’s good at reading people, and Holden doesn’t feel like someone putting on a show. That earns points. But realizing Holden is literally trying to go make drinks Kevin adds in a, “Take your time. I’m down to hear it whenever.”
As Holden heads off for the drinks, Kevin watches him go for a second, then exhales through a smile. “Huh,” he says under his breath, half to himself, half to Kori. “That’s… actually sick.”
For a second, Kevin forgets how to breathe. When she leans in, when her voice drops just for him, the world narrows in a way he absolutely was not prepared for. Her words land soft—but heavy. “I only just met the guy.” Oh.
Something in his chest loosens immediately, like he’d been bracing without realizing it. He lets out a quiet, almost relieved laugh, shaking his head a little. “Good,” he says before he can stop himself—then winces internally. Too much.
He recovers quickly, smile sliding back into place, lighter now. “I mean—yeah. Parties are like This you meet half the school in one night.” But his eyes stay on hers a beat longer than necessary. Then he says it, the thing about his phone liking her, and when she smiles, it feels like a small victory he didn’t know he was hoping for.
He chuckles, glancing down briefly, then back at her. But then Kori speaks. “Are you sure it’s just your phone that likes me??? or is it you that likes me?”
Kevin’s breath catches so fast it’s almost embarrassing. That definitely did something. He swallows, pulse loud in his ears, and for half a second he forgets where they are entirely. His gaze flicks instinctively past her shoulder, no Holden in sight, then back to her, like he’s grounding himself. Kevin lets out a quiet breath through his nose, something between a laugh and a surrender. He rubs his thumb against the seam of his jeans, thinking don’t be weird, don’t be weird. Then she asks it—
“Were you jealous when you first saw me with him?”
He opens his mouth like he’s about to say something casual. Something normal. Except…. Nothing comes out. He considers lying. Just a little. Something easy. No, not jealous. Why would I be? But his face absolutely betrays him. Her smile doesn’t help. Neither does the fact that she hasn’t moved her hand. “Maybe,” he admits finally, voice low. Honest in a way that surprises even him. “A little.” He tilts his head, a half smile tugging at his mouth. [color=#037d9c] “I talked myself out of it, though. Seemed unfair. He does seem cool.” He joked.
Then she leans in again. And this time— “Thank you by the way… For the compliment of how your sweatshirt looks better on me.”
Kevin goes still. Her breath brushes his ear and it sends an actual chill down his spine—real, physical, undeniable. His jaw tightens for just a second as he exhales, steadying himself.
When she pulls back, still close, still touching him, he meets her eyes. He smiles—soft, a little dazed, completely unguarded. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I meant it….And I’m starting to think,” he adds, almost teasing now but very real, “I should stop lending it to you so easily.”
Not because he wants it back. Because every time she wears it, every time she looks at him like this….Kevin’s not sure how much longer he can pretend it’s just a joke.
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