The next day, you’re avoiding Theo like crazy, unable to face him after what happened. You can’t shake the memory of the previous night, and the emotions are too overwhelming. During a break between classes, you turn a corner and run straight into him.

“Hey, we need to talk,” Theo says, his tone serious as he gently but firmly grabs your arm to stop you from walking away.

You avoid his gaze. “There’s nothing to talk about, Theo. Last night was a mistake.”

Theo steps closer, his eyes searching yours. “It wasn’t a mistake, and you know it.”

You shake your head, trying to pull away. “Theo, let’s just forget it ever happened.”

“I can’t,” he says, his voice softening. “The way you yelled my name and didn’t want me to stop wasn’t a mistake. The way I held you afterward wasn’t a mistake.”

You stand there, almost breathless as he gazes at you intensely. “Theo...”

“Last night was unexpected, sure,” he continues, leaning in close to your lips. “But a mistake? It definitely was not.”