"Acquaintance huh," Jaylan draws up a smile, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

His eyes playfully dance towards me, enticing me to cast my gaze upon the sticker label we've been passionately crafting...  Well, I have been working on my candle.

His laugh causes the butterfly garden in my tummy to expand into a sanctuary, fluttering freely by the way his cinnamon breath soothes my nostrils nicer than any of the other stuff I've sniffed tonight. Words could not come out of my mouth while watching him lick his lower lip, flashing his pearly smile with an added jaw rub.

I breathe in gently as the surroundings grow warmer, my neck tilting to the side.

"Acquaintance," he recites, leaning in closer. An amusing glint lingers in his eyes, darkening their syrup brown color.

"I mean it's better than a stranger," I giggle, doodling a heart on the label for our candle and avoiding his bubbling gaze on the side of my face.

There...... Acquaintanceship, hmm, perfect title for our can-

Suddenly, the air between us becomes hotter, sizzling my skin as my eyes flick up. The longer I gaze, the more I'm getting lost in the nightlife cities in his eyes.

"I'm not sure if I can be an acquaintance with you." The tip of his nose drags across my cheek, planting a soft kiss.

"But we have to be." My breath hitches. Tilting my head softly, he tangles his fingers in my hair and breathing in the fresh herbal essence of coconut.

"Can acquaintances do this Lizzie," he breathes in the shell of my ear. A shiver pulses over my skin as his teeth grazes my earlobe.

I turn my head slightly, in the direction of his husky voice. "Que-"

Jaylan presses his lips against mine, accelerating my heart to ventricular tachycardia all over again. His lips are full, soft, warm, and delicious. He moans inside my mouth, hoisting me up onto the workstation table, leaving me breathless exploring every inch of my mouth. His fingers entangle through my hair as he grips on to my neck to deepen the kiss and I straddle my legs wider open.

Our bodies descend, knocking over all the candle utensils into a clattered mess, causing the sandy brunette trying to stop us from our passionate make out session. Lost in the moment, we aren't concerned whether anyone sees us. He pulls me in, wrapping my legs around his waist as I grab his shirt and bring him closer to me, inhaling his cinnamon breath and feeling the full effect of his lips.

The lighted candles brighten around us, making the mood feel just more exhilarating than it is. He pulls back slightly with eyes blazing with lust, lifting his shirt up over his head.

My fingers trace over his detailed doodles I can't wait to count. He breaks the buttons on my top like a caveman, ripping my shirt completely and tossing it aside. I gasp at his eager actions, revealing my white floral lace bra on full display.

I guess actions do speak louder than words.

He dances his fingers around my strap, inching closer to my mangos. His heated touch causes my chest to rise and fall, since no man has seen them this close. His breath hitches, flickering his eyes back and forth between mine.

"Quiero hacerte el amor aqui y ahora. (I'm going to make love to you right here and right now) He growls, darting right to my neck. I pant in anticipation as he smiles on my neck, his lips dragging down and creating a wet sensation.

"Mi amor," he perfectly rolls the 'r' on my neck. I exhale when his lips finally connect to my neck.

"Por favor," I beg, feeling the sting from his lips suction on my neck.

"Cualquier cosa por ti bonita (Anything for you, pretty)." He provides another teasing wet kiss. How did he learn to speak Spanish so well?

"Por favor," I purr, cradling his head in my neck and arching my back as he passionately makes love to my neck with his kisses.

He tilts his head up, revealing his crystalline smirk and flicking his eyes back and forth with a quizzical expression.

"What?" Jaylan chuckles, immediately breaking my hypnotic trance.

My face unexpectedly slips from my hand, causing me to lose my balance at my elbow. The sound of the ping hitting the cement floor startles me, making me jump out of my seat. Jaylan quickly grabs onto my arm to prevent me from falling. I blink rapidly, refocusing my attention on him, only to find him raising an eyebrow and giving me a smug grin. I really have to stop watching  Amor En La Calle 33.

"Doc McStuffins, you alright?" Jaylan chuckles, placing the bronze tin can on the table.

My cheeks tighten by the way he slyly grins at me, darting a hand out to help clean up my mess.

"Oh yeah." I clear my throat, widening my eyes and looking away towards Lexi, who arches her eyebrow at me.

"Must have been all the fumes you smelled," he jokes, straightening up the black marker.

I playfully roll my eyes, placing the yellow permanent marker in the bronze tin can. Maybe he's onto something, considering I did detect at least fifty-five different fragrances. "So you named our candle 'Slightly Acquainted'?" he teases with a grin.

"It's a work in progress," I reply as our eyes lock. His lips curve, revealing a smile that reminds me of a charming toothpaste commercial, with a hint of cinnamon in his breath.

"I like where this is going," he says, his playful smirk still lingering on his lips.

"I mean it-"

"How you two love birds making out." Stephen wraps his arm around Jaylan's neck and tugs him into a half-choke, half-hug.

"Stephen," Lexi drags his name, bumping her shoulder into mine.

Jaylan laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and I look up at Lexi wiggling her brows.

"We are starved, you guys ready?" Stephen smiles smugly, resting his forearms next to Jaylan.

"I am!" I squeak, falling into Lexi's arms by her playful tug.

"In a minute, we have to potty," Lexi announces, pulling my hand and dragging me across the aisles towards the back of the candle shop.

Lexi huffs, glancing at the unisex bathroom and opens it pulling me in. "Sooooooo," she drags, locking the bathroom door.

I sigh deeply, reflecting myself in the mirror while watching Lexi uncap her lip gloss. I guess my lopsided grin speaks otherwise, making her lower her lip gloss with an arching brow.

"What's wrong? Did he say something because I swear I-"

"He apologized."

Lexi's mouth gapes open slightly, with a smirk shifting her lip gloss side to side. "How do you feel?" She arches her brow, rubbing her lips together.

How do I feel?

How do I feel?

How do I feel!

I literally went into an asystole for seven minutes. For all you non-medical students. I flatlined. When he cupped my chin, it jolted my heart back into rhythm, getting lost into his dark maple syrup gaze that was fresh, rich, and divine. I have the impression Jaylan doesn't apologize much and just knew he was speaking from his heart; I least hope so.

"Weird," I admit, taking the lip gloss she offers me.

"Understandable," Lexi freshens up her hair, still smirking.

I roll the lip gloss in my hand, watching Lexi twist to the side and glancing at her butt in my jeans.

"Do you think it was sincere?" She turns to the other side, sticking her butt out more.

I giggle at her fascination with her butt, while she dances in the mirror like she's testing out my jeans.

"I hope so," I sigh uncertainly, smiling at her.

"It's good he apologized, but just know from experience, you are not obligated to him by any means from just mere words Lizzie, " Lexi frees the heaviness off my chest.

"Yeah," I mutter, tucking the same piece of hair Jaylan touched... Or wait, did he?

"Try not to overthink it but you are a smart woman, you can decipher truth and a lie."

I nod slowly, twirling my finger in my hair while observing Lexi touching up her mascara. She flashes me a smirk, spreading warmth in my chest.

How do I not analyze this? How could I just let this be?

Jaylan's apology was everything I wanted to hear, but is that a good thing?

It almost feels too good to be true. I like Jaylan... Well, the idea of him. I know it's stupid to actually think we could ever be anything. I mean we are too completely different people, and his world is vastly different than mine from the things I hear.

It's just wishful thinking and a crush nothing more.

If anything, what makes sense if I went forward and asked Rashad. He is simple, kind, and charming. He is comfortably perfect for me. Rashad is a good guy.

Whereas Jaylan, he leaves me confused, wondering, longing, wanting and frustrated. I mean sheesh we barely know each other but yet the feeling between us feels so right or maybe it's just me and my mind hoping for something that isn't really there.

Maxine did say he would snake charm me.

"Are you having fun at least?" Lexi inquires, leaning her back against the counter.

"I am," I admit quietly, glancing at her.

"Looks like it, I saw the both of you," Lexi notes, sending a wink.

"Stop..." My brows furrow and heat rises in my cheeks, but she returns with a playful arch brow.

"Better than under your bed, right?" Lexi jokes, playfully fisting my arm.

Everyone has a place to cope and, well, mine is underneath my bed. Don't ask me why. You would think Maxine could drag me out with one hand, but her strength was challenged by me holding on to the front leg of my bed.

"Don't tempt me, I'll lock myself in here," I taunt.

Lexi playfully rolls her eyes, opening the door escorting me out with a pat on my conga drum. I shriek, drawing the attention of the guys at the workstation, who are conversing with a middle-aged man who's stroking his wife's hand and laughing away as moving his other hand as if shooting a basketball. Lexi sidles in, resting her hand on Stephen's shoulder. Stephen kisses Lexi's hand only for me to blush for her sake of his affection.

"Good luck next week at Penn State! Thanks for the autograph." The happy man points at the guys. Lexi smirks at Stephen proudly.

"No problem, have a good night," Jaylan adds, nodding his head up with a confident grin.

"Are you two finally ready after talking about us," Stephen teases, smiling on Lexi's face.

Lexi playfully pushes him only for him to pull her close and kiss the side of her lips. Jaylan looks back at me over his shoulder, warming up my face more restraining my eyes from Lexi and Stephen's public display of affection. Maxine would have puked by now.

"Don't flatter yourself," I giggle, glancing at the workstation and noticing my candle missing.

"Ouch, I didn't say anything," he defends, holding his chest.

They all gape their mouths open at me, withdrawing from my Lizzie Reserved Roast fund. I have nicely saved up over the years, if I do so myself.

"Where is my candle?" I panic, searching the table of Jaylan's unorganized mess., My eye wants to twitch from how disarray everything is in.

"Our candle is being held here overnight to mold," he corrects, pointing at the shelf by glaring sandy bruinette. She places it on the shelf as her small, red top creeps up, revealing a back tattoo.

Shifting my gaze, I furrow my eyebrows at him and he taunts me, reflecting it back.

"How far is Melted from here?" Lexi questions, flickering her eyes at Jaylan and I holding our stare off.

"Five minute walking distance," Stephen holds up his phone breaking our battle.

"Alright cool,"Jaylan stands up from the bar stool, trying to hide his painful grimace.

Immediately, I glance down to see his ankle not wrapped yet swollen and pulsating. Athletes never follow nurse instructions no matter how much you tr-

"Stop assessing me Doc MsStuffins, I'm alright." He releases his husky laugh, melting me into a puddle.

He holds my jacket in his hands and opens it up at my waist level. I look at him through my eyelashes curiously, the gesture not fully registering but he widens my coat. I smile thanking him, turning around as it was easier to find the holes. He raises the coat over my shoulders, his fingers sweep over the back of my neck, and gently pushes my hair to the side. I never had a guy do that for me, not even Papà.

"Thank you," I reply shyly, only for him to warm me up with a soft smile.

I observe him put on his jacket with ease, how big it is on him and knowing if I would put it on I would be like I was in a church choir robe. Which reminds me, I need a new sweatshirt for the compensation of all the madness he caused the last couple of weeks. I mean rightfully so?

"You can't have this giggles acquaintance don't share clothes." He read my mind, smirking smugly.

"Unless I puke on it," I jeer, making him crack a smile back at my roast.

We can do this all night.

"Lizzie, stop being cute back there" Lexi gushes with her eyes batting them at the both of us as we walk to the front of the store.

"Have a goodnight," the sandy brunette exclusively says to Jaylan.

He quickly acknowledges her with a wave as Lexi rolls her eyes so dramatically that Stephen laughs. He pulls Lexi out the front door playfully. My hands dart directly into my pockets from the vast temperature shift.

I blow out a breath, making the air visibly swirl in front of me and missing the never changing weather in Mexìco . I quicken my pace to catch up with Lexi and Stephen, who are halfway down the street and playfully bumping into each other hand and hand to keep warm.

Must be nice.

A familiar unexpected warmth invades my space, making me look up at the big dinosaur of a man staring down at me with a smug grin.

"Way to leave me back there, Doc McStuffins," Jaylan playfully bumps his elbow into my shoulder.

"I'm not Doc Mcstuffins," I furrow my eyebrows, only for him to laugh.

"Come onnnn, it was a good show," he advocates, humming the theme song so perfectly.

"You watched Doc McStuffins." I press my lips at him, trying to catch his bluff. Not that it matters. I've watched it maybe two or three times and she has really good bedside manners.

"Of course," He flashes a smile, sending my attention down at my brown booties I had found underneath my bed.

Seee, reason why I was down there.

"Soooo as an acquaintance, can I ask some acquaintance questions?" He keeps his dazzling smile at bay.

I look away, resting my clasp hands on my chest, shifting my gaze through my eyelashes back at him.

"What do you want to know?" I try to restrain my voice from squeaking.

"Hmm," he hums, rubbing his jawline, entangling his fingers in his well-groomed beard. I couldn't help but ogle in delight at how perfect it is, like an exact outline of his jaw with no hair out of place. His face was personally handcrafted by God.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

I mentally cross myself as my salivary glands gush while I'm surveying him pondering what to ask. He is quickly drawn to my warm gaze, causing him to grin smugly and hold our gazes on each other.

"Alright, what's the worst flavored ice cream?" He beams, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue.

A smile pulls across my lips as I crinkle my nose. The concept of someone creating fruit-flavored ice cream is a sin that can't be forgiven.

"Cherry Garcia," I gripe, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

His smile beams, illuminating the night sky, and he breathes out a chuckle. His gaze falls on me, warming up my body temperature without even touching me.

"I will never forgive Maxine going on one of her crash diets replacing every sweet of mine with low sugar or no added sugar alternatives." Jaylan touches his chest, laughing at my disgust. His sleeves slip up slightly, peaking my interest in the tattoos that were carved against his skin.

I wonder what they all mean?

"What's wrong with that, it's good," he questions, lowering his hand.

"Brings back horrible memories from sophomore year," I shiver, remembering the trauma of not having chocolate for a week.

"Do tell." He slants his eyes.

Maxine is going to kill me..... And force me to eat broccoli again.

"Nah, I like having sweets in the house," I brush, cringing at just the idea of the bland taste in my mouth.

"You sure got a big sweet tooth," he says intrigued, arching his brow at me.

"Everybody's got their poison, and mine is sugar," I shrug, accidently bumping his arm. "From the guy who ate almost all my peach rings."

Jaylan's head tips back and a white puff leaves his mouth with his hearty laugh. By the time he stops, his eyes are dark with a heat burning in them but also a playful twinkle. Cinnamon fans over my nose as he leans over and admits in a husky voice, "I like sweet things too, Lizzie."

Stink a fork in me already.

As I blink rapidly, he straightens up, looking at me like he's waiting for me to follow suit. My attention darts right at his large, muscular, veiny, doodled hands.

"What's the meaning of that tattoo," The words had come tumbling out of my mouth without realizing it due to the sudden amusing glint and look Jaylan holds in his eyes. He arches his brows at me, chuckling slightly.

"Hmm, quite an interesting question you got there," I stare down at the sidewalk before looking up, meeting his gaze. He rubs his jaw, before halting in his steps. The silver gleams from the streetlight reflect my eyes in his pupils when he sighs deeply.

"Tattoos are a creative way to journal my journey, every mark has a different meaning, I guess you can say I'm a story book." He chuckles, biting his lip at me as my eyes marvel at his hand. He slowly points to the one I had seen under his sleeve before staring closely into my eyes. There was so much pain and emotions stirring inside of him, they're making me almost want to hold on to his hand.

"I got this, a symbol of my story that bonded me with the others on my team." He holds his hand.

"What does it mean?" I nibble my lip, observing the foreign language in my sight.

"It's brotherhood in Hebrew." He traces the letters with his index finger.

I nod watching him keep his gaze on his hand longer than looking back at me.

"We're each driven into determination based on what fuels our minds and body. The similarity of our tattoos helps to point out the difficulties each of us faced in order to use our games as a distraction to heal and numb the pain."

I blink down at the black ink at the unexpectedly deep admission.

His deep voice continues as my eyes trace the letters. "Brotherhood, a simple word that carried each and every secret of ours inside of it. We fought battles and understood each other. A bond of brotherhood. My Uncle Steve used to say, 'Once a brother, always a brother, no matter the distance, no matter the difference and no matter the issue.' This was the meaning of our tattoo."

I am now beyond speechless, trying to hold my mouth from dropping. He chuckles at my reaction, bumping his shoulder at me again.

"Can I... touch it?" I whisper, my cheeks warming when I realize the words tumble out.

He pauses, studying me with his eyes like he didn't expect my question. My heart flips thinking I've -

"Yeah," he replies softly and holds his hand out to mine.

My fingers tremble, just once, as I enclose my hands around his. It's so much larger than mine, the texture on his fingers rough but warm and smooth over his tattoed side. I gently trail my fingertips over each of the letters, studying their beautiful intricacy and the powerful message they hold.

"Fraternidad (brotherhood)," I murmur as my fingers stroke over the ink. My hands rotate his so my eyes scan over the smaller tattoos on his knuckles, which I also want to run my fingers over. I don't though, because now that I know how important they are, I feel like I haven't asked permission yet. "Was it painful?"

"Oh yeah, I cried like a baby," he teases at my meekness, which makes me realize I'm still clutching his hand and drops it quickly.

The sound of the cars passing fills the silence between us. He squeezes the hand I dropped to his side, but walks closer to me, bumping our arms together between us.

"So do I get to ask you a deep question now?" Jaylan chuckles again, licking his lower lip at me. I wonder if he has something sweet on his lip to be licking it all the time.

"Why do you always carry that rosary." He points at my Bisabuela's rosary dangling out of my pocket.

The glint in his eyes surveys the rosary as I clasp on to it through my fingers.

Carrying Bisabuela's rosary is more than just religion. It got me through some tough times, when Mama and Papa would get into heated arguments at night about him smoking and triggering Isabela's asthma. I remember hiding underneath my bed, clutching onto them and praying that what was happening between what Mama and Papa had going on will pass, but sometimes our prayers can be a no.

"Just like your tattoos, each bead resembles a creative journal entry, I can't really explain. I carry it with me all the time to just know everything is going to be okay. Plus it's a little token from home," I look down, rolling the rosary in my hands. My finger touches the Saint Benedict charm Mama gave before I left home.

"That's what's up...... Who is that." He points at the oval charm of my bisabuelos.

"My bisabuelos," I sigh softly. I miss them

I look up at Jaylan, who quizzically looks at me with a grin and I hold my hand on my face.

"Oh, Lo siento... I mean, sorry umm, my great-grandparents," I stammer, and Jaylan smirks at me while flickering his eyes back and forth at me.

"They mean alot to you?"

I nod softly, smiling, glancing at their wedding photo, and placing my rosary back in my pocket.

We catch each other's eyes moving back and forth. His eyes intensify into that illicit, rich, velvety maple syrup that can't be found on store shelves. His words may conceal the truth, but his gaze tells me all I need to know. He flashes an endearing smile and the air my lungs trap burns my chest slightly as my wandering mind is playing tricks on me again. He laughs softly and looks forward.

"Alright Doc McStuffins, what's your favorite sport?" He steps down slowly on the curb to cross the street.

The ticking of the cross meter is angrily yelling at us as he limps across the crosswalk. I'm wrapping his ankle after this whether he likes it or not.

"Well, that's easy, international fútbol," I boast, helping him up on the sidewalk.

As I assist him like a patient who is mobility impaired, he casts a look of despair in his eyes at my response.

"Wrong answer chuckles," he agonizes, tossing his eyes up like he's barely unable to look at me.

"Well, it's not basketball," I tease.

Jaylan gasps loudly, making Stephen turn back as he knows the shocking revelation. Lexi snickers, looking back at how close we were.

"She hates basketball," he accuses, pointing at me like I'm some kind of witch.

Stephen holds his hand over his chest like he has been shot. Lexi giggles, holding him up from dramatically falling on the ground. I giggle and look at my booties.

"That's going to have to change." Jaylan furrows his eyebrows at me.

"We are just acquaintances," I tease, and he releases a divine smile at my roast. He arch his brow at me, playfully poking at my dimple on my face.

"We are just acquaintances," he mocks my voice, and I crinkle my nose.

I tap my chin formulating a question to make or break if this would actually .... Well, never mind.

"Do you like soap operas?" I ask hesitantly, crinkling my nose.

"Are you serious Lizzie?" Jaylan cackles, throwing his head back holding his chest.

My cheeks tingle looking down and he clears his throat but slips out another laugh.

"Alright alright... Check this, soooo when I didn't feel like going to school, I would fake sick and get to stay home with my grandma, but the rule was I had to only watch what she wanted to watch because I was sick. So one of her shows was All My Children. That's the only show I'll get down with,"

My eyes brighten at his confession but he holds his finger to his juicy lips. Wait 'till I tell Conor this later.

"Interesting, but I can't hold this information secret considering we are acquaintances," I note, gazing at him battling my eyelashes playfully.

"Guess we have to upgrade to become friends. Friends don't share secrets, Lizzie," He replies arrogantly.

"Mmmm, that requires a little bit more," I hum, pinching my fingers up at him. He whacks it down playfully, making me giggle at his childish behavior.

"So where are you from?" He holds his attention directly in my eyes, bumping into me.

"México.... Monterrey, México," I correct myself.

"I like the way you said that." The gleam in his eyes makes my heart dance around in circles.

"Where you from," I mimic the bump into his arm.

"I'm from Maryland."

"Hmm, you'll have to show..." I bite my tongue, telling my heart to shut up. Jaylan smugly grins at me and lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"That requires a little bit more to show you around, Doc McStuffins," he hums, pinching fingers up at me.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing to the side and capturing the sight of the glowing outdoor 3D backlight of the restaurant.

"What you two love birds ta- oww, Lexi," Stephen grimaces, rubbing his shoulder.

Jaylan laughs, opening the door for Lexi, Stephen, and I. Live, smooth jazz captures my attention, scanning around the fancy Tuscany style restaurant. Chatter and utensils sychnosioually fade in the background like a surrounding tv. The ambient lighting enhances Jaylan's features, especially his sharp jawline. He shifts his head down, holding his eyes at me and making me look away with a smile.

"Welcome to Melted, how many seats will you be needing this evening?" The chestnut barbie brunette directs her attention right at Jaylan.

"Four," Stephen answers dryly.

"Booth or a table?" The barbie brunette asks, not lifting her gaze at Jaylan.

"Booth," Lexi clips, stepping forwards and blocking her view.

Thanks Lexi.

"Right this way," her voice becomes velvely.

We follow her to the corner of the restaurant closer to the live Jazz band. Stephen slides in next to Lexi. Guess I'm not sitting with her. Jaylan chuckles at my disappointment and I slide close to the wall. Lexi wiggles her eyebrows and I mentally scowl her.

"Your waiter will be right with you." The brunette's hand grazes on Jaylan's shoulder with no shame but he offers no reaction.

"No shame," Lexi scoffs, shaking her head trailing her gaze as the brunette swishes her hips back to the front.

"I didn't do anything," Jaylan laughs, picking up the menu.

Jazz fills in our silence as we look at the menu. My eyes keep catching glances at Stephen and Lexi's affection, until Jaylan's tattooed finger playfully taps on the menu, breaking my attention.

"What math problem are you calculating wrong in your mind," Jaylan teases.

Lexi snickers, flickering as her eyes back and forth at us while holding on to Stephen's arm. I slant my eyes at his boyish grin.

"A probability question you can't figure out," I deadpan, smiling sarcastically.

"Wooo, she needs to be part of the team. Lizzie your roasts are A-one," Stephen cackles, shaking his head and looking at the menu.

Jaylan clenches his jaw but nods like he got something in store for me brewing inside of him. I giggle, bringing back my attention to the menu observing all these big words for cheese.

I wonder if - bingo, here we go. Hot fudge, ooooh caramel.

I adjust myself happily and place down the menu.

"Lizzie, what are you getting?" Lexi asks earnestly, reaching her hands across from me.

"Caramel," I beam, looking at all the yummy options to go with it.

Apples, brownies, angel food cake, marshmallows oh my!

"That's not dinner," Lexi scolds, dropping my hands, making Jaylan laugh.

"It is for me," I beam, lifting my shoulders.

Lexi playfully rolls her eyes and when a really cute boy with curly hair stands in front of us.

"Hey, I'm Nick, I'll be your waiter for the evening. What drinks I can get you guys started with?" Nick smiles around at all of us but his eyes linger on me. I look towards Jaylan's direction, who's looking at his menu.

"I'll have water," Stephen starts.

"Me too," Lexi chimes, leaning into Stephen.

"Same," Jaylan notes, looking at me.

Okay, I could have a regular lemonade butttt.....

"Pink Lemonade," I teethe my lower lip because pink lemonade is the greatest.

Oh, I'm about to have a sugar rush.

"Alright, I'll have that out for all of you." Nick smiles back at me and no one else. Jaylan scooches over next to me, his giant dinosaur body taking up my space.

"Please make my night and puke all over him," Stephen begs and my eyes widen, turning at Jaylan.

"You told him," I gasp, looking back at Stephen, who is poking out his lip.

Lexi holds up her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh. Jaylan cracks a smile at me and bumps his shoulder against mine.

"We are acquaintances, remember." He shoots a wink, tautly puckering his lips. Shivers trickle down my spine, remembering what his mouth could do in my mind.

Lexi's eyes brighten, marveling with her mouth slightly gape open. She shuts her mouth quickly as my eyes flicker to her, holding back a smile with a playfully arch brow.

Jaylan's chuckle echoes softly in my ear. When I turn back to face him, he mouths por favor, beaming an arrogant smile and sending my heart back into ventricular tachycardia.

I think I need to see a Cardiologist on Monday.

Edited by: still_just_me