"I'm out," Kairo huffed, breath short as he jogged off the court for a break.

He dropped beneath the shade of a tree, back hitting the bark as he slid down to the grass. Legs propped up, arms slung over his knees, chest still rising from the run. Sweat clung to his skin, glistening on his neck and arms. He swiped his forearm across his forehead and let his eyes wander lazily across the park.

Then he spotted her.

“Yo,” he called, lifting a hand. “Julie.”

She blinked, startled, glancing around until her gaze landed on him. Her face brightened. Nervous smile. Quick steps.

“H-Hey, Kairo,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she sat beside him.

“Wassup,” he hummed, casually—friendly, low effort. They chatted for a bit, light conversation. Julie leaned into it, hanging onto every word, every glance. Her heart was tap dancing in her chest. She’d swear he was flirting. That maybe, maybe, he saw her.

But then she walked by.

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And Kairo was gone.

His eyes locked on her like she’d yanked the entire world’s gravity toward her. His conversation with Julie faded into static. She might as well have disappeared.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, lips parting as he sat up straighter, eyes drinking her in.

God, she looked insane today.

Low-rise jeans that clung to her hips and that god-given ass like they were sewn onto her, and a snug, cropped tee that hugged her tits and framed her waist perfectly—just enough skin showing to make him twitch in his seat. Her hair swayed behind her like she was in slow motion, the blue underneath catching the light as she walked like a scene from a music video. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t give a single fuck about it.

Every guy in the park could’ve been staring, and Kairo wouldn’t have blamed them.

She looked like a goddess. Like lust and grace made human. Face beat like heaven, lips glossy, lashes heavy. She was sexy in that effortless, ruin-your-life kind of way. The type of beauty that didn’t just turn heads—it stopped hearts.

And Kairo? He was already halfway to hers.

He stood up without a second thought, leaving Julie mid-sentence, not even sparing her a glance. His legs moved before his brain caught up.

"What's good, shorty?" he grinned, reaching out and gently catching her wrist to spin her toward him.

God. Up close? Even worse.

He could smell her—sexy, sultry, a little vanilla. Her lip gloss shimmered. Her eyes caught the sun just right. And her smile? Fucking fatal.

“What’cha up to?” he asked, voice dropping, thumb brushing slowly over the inside of her wrist. He could feel her pulse beneath his touch—and if hers was fast, his was in overdrive.

“Nothing, why?” she replied, voice light, teasing. She tilted her head, hair falling over her shoulder in a way that made his knees weak.

Kairo groaned quietly, eyes shamelessly dragging over her face, her chest, her waist—everything. "Damn."

“I was about to head out for a sesh… wanna come?” he asked, already imagining her sitting next to him, their hands brushing as they passed the blunt back and forth, their lips so close...

He could’ve asked Julie. But why?

He only wanted to get high with her. Laugh with her. Kiss her, if she let him.

God, he really wanted to kiss her…

And he'd wait all damn day if that’s what it took.