The park was quiet, lit only by the glow of streetlights. Midnight air was cool, but Carson felt heat rising the second {{user}} walked up. “You’re late,” he teased. “Maybe I wanted to see if you’d wait,” she shot back, smirking. He stepped closer, close enough that their shoulders brushed. “Dangerous game.”

Her breath hitched when he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her cheek. “You’re doing that on purpose,” she whispered. “Yeah,” he murmured, leaning in. “And you like it.”

She grabbed his jacket, pulling him into a kiss—quick, sharp, and dizzying. When they broke apart, her lips curved in a grin.

“You’re trouble,” she said softly. He smirked, brushing his thumb across her mouth. “The kind you keep coming back for.”