A silence hung between them, thick with an unspoken tension. The city lights cast a soft glow around them, illuminating the uncertainty in Skylar's eyes and the quiet intensity in Chris's.
Then, before either of them could overthink it, Chris closed the space between them.
His lips brushed against hers, slow at first, testing the waters. Skylar's breath caught, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her hands resting lightly against his chest. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a statement, a shift in everything they were before this moment.
Chris wasn't the kind of guy who acted on impulse, but with Skylar, he found himself breaking his own rules.
When they finally pulled apart, Skylar's cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes searching his. "Well… that was unexpected," she murmured, catching her breath.
Chris smirked slightly. "Was it?"
Skylar rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "Okay, maybe not completely."
Chris studied her for a moment before speaking. "Go out with me," he said, his voice calm but firm.
Skylar blinked. "I thought we were already on a date."
Chris shook his head. "I mean officially. Be my girlfriend."
For the first time that night, Skylar seemed caught off guard. She looked away briefly, biting her lip. "You're serious?"
Chris tilted his head slightly. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Skylar met his gaze again, and something in her expression softened. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her—so certain, so unshaken.
After a pause, she exhaled and smiled. "Okay, Chris. Let's see where this goes."
Chris's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Good choice."
As they got into the car and drove off, Chris rested one hand casually on the steering wheel, glancing at Skylar every so often. She was staring out the window, but there was a small, content smile on her face.
Neither of them knew what lay ahead, but one thing was clea
r—there was no turning back now.