Chapter 11
The year was ending.
The board outside said: “Final week of school.” Students were cheering, planning trips, snapping group selfies like it was the end of an era.
Me?
I was trying not to explode.
Leo had been acting distant all morning. Ever since I accidentally let it slip that I was “talking” to a guy from another section (which I wasn’t—Shine made me do it), he had gone full cold-war mode. Silent. Tight-lipped. Avoiding eye contact.
I knew he was jealous.
And yeah… I liked it.
During lunch, when the bell rang and students poured out to the canteen, Shine grabbed her water bottle, winked at me and said, “Enjoy your private detention,” then dragged my two friends away like the little mastermind she is.
Five minutes later, I was alone in class.
Or so I thought.
The door clicked behind me.
Leo.
He shut the door. Locked it.
My heart skipped a beat.
> “So… that guy from the other section,” he said, slowly walking toward me, “does he also get shy when you smile? Or is that just me?”
I stepped back, nervous. But not scared.
He kept coming closer.
> “Does he know how you smell like vanilla when you’re nervous? Or that you doodle flowers on your notes when you like someone?”
I hit the wall. Literally.
Pressed.
He placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in — not forcefully, just close. So close I could feel his breath when he spoke.
> “Tell me. Is he your type? Or were you just trying to make me jealous?”
I blinked up at him, lips parted. My brain? Mush.
> “I— maybe.”
> “Maybe, huh?” he leaned in just slightly, nose almost touching mine. “Then maybe… this is okay too.”
He kissed me.
Soft at first. Slow. Testing the waters.
Then—
The sound of someone trying to open the door.
We jumped apart like we got electrocuted.
It was Shine.
> “Y’all done?? Or should I call the principal?” she yelled from the other side.
I yelled, “GO AWAY!”
> “That’s a yes,” she said, laughing.
> “We’ll finish this later.”
I nodded, dazed.
---
That night?
I got a call.
Leo: “Come outside.”
Me: “Huh? It’s late—”
Leo: “Just come.”
I opened the door. He was standing there under the streetlight, hands in his pockets, eyes soft.
> “I need to know. Do you… still remember the question I asked you before?”
I blinked, confused.
Then I saw it.
That same look.
The same puppy eyes from the last time he asked: “Can I give it a try with you?”
And I melted. Right there.
> “Yes,” I whispered. “You already have.”
He stepped forward, grinning, and pulled me close.
And just like that — he kissed me again.
But this one?
Different.
Intense. Bold. The kind that knocks every thought out of your brain.
His hands found my waist again, pulling me tighter. I held his hoodie, fingers tangled in the fabric like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
> “Let’s go inside,” he whispered against my lips, voice hoarse.
> “My parents…” I started.
> “Aren’t home. You told me.”
Right. I did.
Oops.
> “Let’s go inside,” he whispered.
I didn't say a word as I led him inside ... he closed the door behind him gently then walked towards me ...
His forehead leaned against mine.
> “I’ve waited too long for this,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Then?
He kissed me.
Not shy. Not soft.
Hungry.
My knees almost buckled, but he held me close, lips moving like he was afraid I’d disappear. I gasped — “Mmm…” — barely able to keep up with the way his hands slid up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my jaw.
“Huff…” I breathed out against him when we finally pulled apart for air, but he didn’t stop — he kissed my forehead, nose, then kissed me again, deeper, slower. My fingers curled into his hoodie. The night was cold, but his body was fire.
We stumbled in, breathless, laughing quietly. He kicked off his shoes at the door, and I grabbed his hand, leading him through the dark to my room — still messy from earlier, but neither of us cared.
So are we a thing now or do I have to ask with flowers?" Leo said
I paused jumping a little
"Yes....maybe and you wouldn't need to bring me flowers "
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Years later…
I’m sitting on the bed, four small heads snuggled under blankets, wide eyes watching me.
> “And that, my little monsters,” I said, brushing their hair back, “is how your papa and I started this crazy thing.”
My daughter gasped. “YOU were the one who kissed first?”
I smirked. “Nope. Your dad pounced on me like a jealous tiger.”
They all giggled.
Leo walked in, holding mugs of warm milk, smiling that same shy smile from years ago.
> “Don’t believe everything she says,” he said, handing me mine.
> “I have four kids who are living proof I was irresistible,” I whispered, nudging him with my shoulder.
He kissed my temple and sat beside me, one hand wrapping around my waist.
The kids? Already yawning.
> “Mama,” my youngest mumbled. “Tell us the next part tomorrow.”
> “You want to hear more about your dad being jealous?”
> “Yesss.”
Leo groaned. “I’ve made a mistake.”
We laughed.
And as they drifted to sleep, I looked at him — the same boy with the long fingers, the lazy hair, and the loyal eyes.
And I thought…
Yeah.
This story?
Was always gonna end in love
The End ~ ^●^>>
