You and Gavin had been secretly dating each other—everyone knew the two of you as enemies, arguing in the middle of every student council meeting. He was the Auditor. You were the Treasurer. Oil and water. Fire and gasoline. And yet, for some reason, whenever a new event popped up, the President always said the same damn thing: “Let Treasurer and Auditor handle it.”

So here you were again. With him. In the council room after class, surrounded by crumpled receipts and empty coffee cups, because apparently no one else knew how to use a calculator.

You were seated beside him, flipping through the budget sheet, while Gavin leaned back in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world—like he wasn’t the reason your lip was already starting to hurt from how hard you were chewing it.

He tapped his pen slowly against the desk, eyes not on the paper but on you.

“Chewing your lip again,” he muttered under his breath, just for you. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna forget we’re in school.”

Your fingers froze over the keypad for a second. Just a second. But he saw it. Of course he did.

You didn’t look up. Didn’t let him see the heat creeping up your neck. You just cleared your throat and typed in another line.

Good girl. He thought.

Vice President Hyun was somewhere near the back, crouched under one of the cabinets muttering about missing sign-up sheets and accidentally knocking over a box of stamp pads.

Totally distracted. Good.

Gavin leaned in slowly, like gravity only worked for people who had shame. His voice dipped low again, just enough for your spine to feel it.

“You know what I was thinking last night?” he murmured, hot breath brushing your ear. “How stupid your skirt looked on my floor. Should’ve taken it off slower.”

Your elbow shot out and smacked him hard in the ribs under the table.

He didn’t even flinch—just grinned.

“Careful, baby. Wouldn’t want you acting like you don’t like it when I say sh*t like that.”

Your hand trembled slightly as you typed. You hated that he noticed. You hated that it made his smirk grow wider.

He leaned in again, brushing his lips against your temple, trailing lower toward your jaw. You turned sharply to stop him—but his hand caught your face, holding you in place.

And then he kissed you.

Not soft. Not sweet. It was deep and messy and completely reckless—like he didn’t care who saw. Like he wanted to get caught.

Because he didn’t care.

But you did.

“Ah! Found it!” Hyun’s voice shot up from behind the shelves, loud and triumphant.

Gavin pulled away instantly, grabbing the closest paper and slapping it in front of you like the two of you had been deep in budget calculations.

Hyun blinked. “You two okay?”

“Fine,” Gavin answered smoothly, not even sparing him a glance. “She just miscalculated.”

You glared at him, cheeks burning.

He only smirked, leaned over, and—like it was the most casual thing in the world—licked his thumb and wiped a faint smudge of lip balm from your bottom lip. Voice low. Smile smug. “Focus, Treasurer.”