JASMINE POV
"Cory," I started, panic evident in my voice as I glanced back at the now-closed door. "We can't—"
"Relax, Jasmine," he interrupted in a soft whisper, "No one's coming in here. I promise."
I bit my lip, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my blouse. "You don't understand. We could get in so much trouble if—"
He took a step closer, his hands gently gripping my shoulders. The warmth of his touch steadied me, but it didn't ease the tension twisting inside me.
"I just wanted a moment with you," he said, his voice carrying a softness that made my heart ache. "You've been distant for days... and I... I needed to see you. Really see you."
His gaze locked with mine, and for a brief moment, the world outside that tiny bathroom seemed to blur, and all I could really see was him.
"Cory," I murmured, shaking my head.
