You weren’t supposed to skip school. Ever.

Your parents made that very clear — straight A’s, no trouble, no distractions. And Rafe Cameron? He was all of those things.

But today was different.

You slid into your assigned seat on the school bus, heart pounding as you clutched your bag. The plan was risky — insane, even. But Rafe had a way of making you want to do things you never thought you would.

And then, as the bus pulled up to the school, there he was.

Standing across the street, leaning against his Mustang like he had all the time in the world. Dressed in a crisp white button down, sunglasses perched on his nose, looking nothing like the reckless, messy haired boy who usually showed up half drunk to class.

A disguise.

Because if anyone recognized him, this whole plan would go to hell.

Your fingers gripped the strap of your backpack as you took a breath, slipping past the teachers watching the students pile inside. You walked straight toward him, heart hammering.

The second you were close enough, Rafe grinned, pushing his sunglasses down to look at you properly. “Told you it’d work.” he smirked, eyes flickering with amusement.

“I can’t believe we pulled that off..” you whispered, glancing over your shoulder.

“You worry too much.” he murmured, reaching for your hand and pulling you flush against him. His fingers brushed over your waist.

“Now,” his voice dropped lower, teasing, “can I have a kiss before we have fun?”