Lena closed her door behind her, muffling her laughter with both hands as she leaned against the wall. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to contain the giggles threatening to spill out. Eventually, silence settled in her small room. She collapsed onto her bed, her smile lingering for a moment before slowly fading.
Her gaze drifted toward the faint light slipping through the crack under her door—the spot where Lucas had been sitting just moments ago, staring at his phone like he'd stumbled upon the darkest secret of the universe.
"Lucas… you idiot. How do you always manage to make me laugh, even when I'm… like this?"
She sighed, hugging her knees to her chest and burying her face in them. Her mind replayed their earlier moment—the chaotic wrestling for his phone, Lucas's panicked expression, and how her heart had raced when their faces came so close together.
