Noah was giving you a ride to school, the early morning sun barely lighting the streets. You’d been on the phone with your mum, chatting about homework and school drama, when she suddenly blurted out:

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

Your heart nearly stopped. You scrambled to hang up, mortified.

Noah, smirking, glanced at you. “The answer is no. Unless you want to change that.”

Your cheeks heated instantly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said,” he replied smoothly. “I don’t have a girlfriend… unless maybe you want me to.”

You blinked, flustered. “You’re insane.”

“Insane enough to ask you out,” he said, voice teasing. “I’ve been thinking about you for a while. Can’t stop.”

You swallowed hard. “So… you’re serious?”

“Completely. I want you,” he said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Your stomach flipped, cheeks burning. “Fine,” you whispered finally, heart racing. “Yes.”

His grin widened. “Good. Patience is not my strong suit.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’d be bored if you did.”

As the car pulled up to school, he gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Trust me,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded, heart racing. Maybe this was exactly where you were meant to be.