Lincoln was everything you weren’t. And that was exactly why he loved teasing you.

He was the school’s infamous bad boy—always bruised, always in trouble. If there was a fight, Lincoln was in it. If there was chaos, he was behind it. Split lip, bloodied knuckles, yet somehow he always walked away the winner. The other guy never fared as well.

And then there was you. The good girl. Perfect grades, perfect attendance. You worked in the school library after class, helped teachers organize their notes, and always sat in the front row. You followed every rule to the letter.

He hated rules.

One evening, your friends talked you into going to that party—the one you’d already said no to. You didn’t want to go. They didn’t care. Next thing you knew, you were being shoved into a dress you actually liked, hair done, cheeks flushed.

Of course Lincoln was there. Of course. But you didn’t care—you were just there to have fun.

You danced. You tried alcohol for the first time. The music was loud, the lights dizzying, and maybe that’s why you said yes when someone suggested spin the bottle. You thought it was just truth or dare. No big deal.

Then you sat in the circle… and Lincoln sat directly across from you, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. You rolled your eyes, silently praying the bottle wouldn’t land on him.

It did.

You straightened, ready for him to ask “truth or dare,” but before you could speak, your friends were giggling—grabbing you, pushing you toward a closet.

“Wait—what?” you laughed nervously, but you were a little tipsy, and things were moving too fast. The door shut behind you with a click.

You turned… and froze.

Lincoln was leaning against the wall, watching you with that same smug grin.

“What… what’s going on?” you asked, confused, the alcohol buzzing in your veins.

“Oh… you don’t know, {{user}}?” His voice was low, almost amused. He stepped closer, close enough for you to smell the faint trace of smoke and leather on him.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” he murmured—then leaned in even closer.