For the past year, you’d been his secret fascination. He watched from the back of the classroom, admiring the way you moved, the confidence you exuded. What Chan didn’t know was that you’d been doing the same.

Chan wasn’t even supposed to be here, but somehow, he found himself standing awkwardly in your living room, surrounded by your friends and his. He had shown up in his sweats, still trying to make sense of what was happening. “You ever tried this before, Chan?” you asked, your voice smooth and inviting. “No, I don’t really… do that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

But then, you were in his space, settling onto his lap. His heart raced as your lips brushed against his, exhaling smoke into his mouth. His brain screamed at him to stop, but all he could focus on was you; your touch, how close your are.. your lips.

"Take it," you murmured, placing the joint between his lips. His heart raced, and in that moment, he knew- he was hooked. On you. On this.