The air changed between them.
Touches lingered. Conversations deepened. Silences weren't empty anymore.
One night, Lucas after walking her to her door, Lucas hesitated.
"Emma…" his voice was low. "I want to kiss you."
Her breath caught. "Then… why don't you?"
He leaned in — close enough that she felt the warmth of his lips.
Then his phone rang.
He pulled back, apology written all over his face. "It's my mom. I have to—"
Emma nodded, heart sinking. "Go."
The moment was gone.