Lorenzo’s eyes flicked across the room, searching for a hint of you. It had been weeks since he’d last seen you—weeks since he’d screwed everything up.

But here you were.

He wasn’t sure why he even let himself get caught up in this game. Spin the Bottle? Ridiculous.

But when the bottle slowed, when it finally landed on a girl he barely knew but had casually kissed in passing, he could feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction. His gaze didn’t leave yours, even as the girl leaned forward, ready for the kiss.

His lips brushed hers with ease, without hesitation. The kiss was lazy. Unimportant.

Lorenzo couldn’t stop himself from smirking. He knew you were watching.

He leaned back a little, pulling away from the girl as if to make sure you were getting the full picture. The arrogance in his voice was undeniable. “It’s not that big of a deal, you know. We were never really anything to each other, were we? You were just a good time. No strings attached.”

He saw you stiffen. Saw that look in your eyes—the one he couldn’t quite place. Hurt? Disappointment?

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who walked away, remember?” His tone turned sharp, almost defensive.

He didn’t like the way you made him feel—guilty, like he had done something wrong. “I didn’t owe you anything, you know? If I wanted to kiss someone else, it’s none of your business anymore.”

He paused for a moment, his eyes searching yours, as if expecting some kind of reaction.

But you didn’t answer. You didn’t move a muscle. He waited, but nothing came. That silence between you felt too heavy, too suffocating. And for a moment, just a brief, fleeting moment, something shifted in him. Something he wasn’t quite ready to admit.

But before he could process it, you did the one thing he never expected.

You took a step back.

And without a word, you turned and walked away.

You were gone. And this time, he hadn’t just lost you. He had pushed you away.