Out of boredom, a wicked little idea sparked in your mind. You decided to prank your crush using the lyrics from Collide.

You texted him:

"I've been knowing you for long enough. Damn, I need you right now."

He saw it instantly and replied:

Collin: "Huh? Wrong send?"

You bit your lip, holding back a smirk.

"You can take your time, don't have to rush."

Collin: "Take what?"

"This might take us a while."

Collin: "Hmm…"

"I left all the doors unlocked."

Collin: "And what?"

"You said you're on your way."

Collin: "Ohh, so you miss me?"

"When you get here, don't just say a word, got no time to play."

His reply came fast.

Collin: "I won't. I'm on my way."

Your eyes widened at his last message.

"Oh shit…" you whispered in panic. Heart racing, you sprinted to the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping your clammy palms.

Minutes later, a knock echoed.

You barely opened the door when Collin stepped in, grabbed your waist, and slammed it shut behind him, locking it with one hand as he pushed you gently but firmly against the wall.

His face was inches from yours, breath warm, voice low.

"You're the one playing a dangerous game, darling," he growled, fingers curling around your waist. "Now tell me… what exactly was that all about, hmm?"