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The bus was a cacophony of student chatter, thick with the smell of old coffee and worn plastic seats. Dust danced in the slanted, amber light cutting through the grimy windows. Near the back, Cade leaned against the glass, his platinum hair a stark line against his dark leather jacket, a lollipop resting between his lips. From the front, Valeria's sharp, mocking laugh pierced the noise. When the doors hissed open and you stepped aboard, Cade saw the flicker of unease cross her face. Something decisive clicked inside him. In one swift, fluid motion, he stood, hooked an arm around your waist, and pulled you down onto his lap. The seat protested under the sudden weight. His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur against your ear, his breath warm. "Kiss me. You still owe me one. Don't forge…