The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Alonzo's car.
Inside, parked in a dim corner of the campus lot, a dangerous, heated silence hung between them.
Andi was straddling Alonzo's lap, lips swollen from the kisses they'd shared just minutes ago. His hands rested on her waist, steady but trembling.
"Andi," he murmured between breaths. "Babe… wait—"
"Hmm?" she replied innocently, pressing kisses to the corner of his jaw, trailing down to his neck.
He cursed under his breath, gripping the steering wheel behind her as if that could stop the flood of hormones hijacking his body.
"We're in my car," he said, now a little desperate. "Campus parking lot. Someone could—shit—see us."
"Uts tinted," Andi whispered, low and sinful. "Unless… you want someone to see?"
Alonzo groaned. "Woman, you're going to kill me."
Their mouths collided again—messy, uncoordinated, full of want. Clothes weren't coming off yet, but hands were beginning to wander. The seat was pushed back all the way, the air thick with heat, perfume, and—
TOK. TOK. TOK.
They froze.
"Ate?"
No.
Alonzo glanced over Andi's shoulder, horrified.
No.
Another knock. Firmer. Closer to the driver's seat.
"Alonzo, bro. Don't tell me that's you. Ate Andi, are you there?"
Andi's eyes went wide. Alonzo's soul left his body.
Gesly.
Why was he here? Why now?!
Andi ducked, practically diving into the passenger seat. "Oh my God. Oh my God. SHHH!"
Alonzo stared at the ceiling. "I'm going to combust."
"Open it!" Andi whispered. "He might get suspicious!"
Alonzo rolled the window halfway, summoning every shred of dignity he had left.
"Yo, Ges."
Gesly blinked. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh… parking. Aircon. Me time."
Gesly's brows furrowed. "Solo?"
"Yup."
Andi accidentally bumped the seat; a soft squeak sounded.
Gesly's eyes narrowed.
Alonzo was sweating bullets. "Mouse. There's a mouse. The car's messy."
Gesly slowly turned his head to the windshield. Then the passenger seat. Then to Alonzo's neck—where, unfortunately, a faint kiss mark was forming.
His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Then, with maximum disappointed-older-brother energy, he muttered: "Y'all nasty."
And then walked away.
Andi popped back up, mortified and red-faced.
Alonzo slumped into his seat, whispering, "I was two seconds from glory… and then the kid showed up."
Andi smacked his chest playfully. "You were enjoying that too much."
He raised an eyebrow. "You were grinding on my lap, ma'am. Don't test me."
She bit her lip, still flushed. "I want more."
Alonzo turned deadly serious. "If you say that again, I will explode."
She leaned in and whispered, "I want more."
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She couldn't breathe.
Literally.
Gesly had just left, but his sentence lingered like poison in her ear:
"Y'all nasty."
She buried her face in her hands.
Lord, save me from the ghost of my last two seconds.
Next to her, Alonzo said nothing. As usual. But she could feel the shame and frustration and desire he was trying to contain.
She peeked at him.
Still gripping the wheel. Eyes closed. Breathing hard.
Clearly angry. Angry at himself. Angry at the interruption. Angry because it was unfinished.
She felt the same way. Half-finished, frustrated—and, worse, she wanted to continue.
She hadn't expected the night to escalate this fast.
She thought it would be cuddles. Sweet kisses. Light teasing.
Not… straddling. Neck kisses. Lap grinding hot enough to scorch.
And Alonzo? He was trying. God, he was trying so hard to be a gentleman.
Even silent, even still… he was seconds away from surrendering.
Then came the resident libido-killer: Gesly. The Holy Child, the Sacred Horse.
Andi groaned quietly, frustration mixing with disbelief. She stared out the window.
What if he hadn't come? What if they'd been left alone?
Her knees trembled at the thought.
She turned to him again.
Alonzo opened his eyes at last—still unreadable. Silent. But you could see the battle between self-control and desire in his jaw.
Damn it. Why are you so hot when you're angry?
"Let's go sip a coffee," she said suddenly.
He blinked. "Huh?"
"Coffee. Now. My treat. For… uh…" She paused. "Interrupted dreams."
He scoffed, a low chuckle. "So this is your aftercare?"
She grinned. "Yes. I'm unsatisfied."
"Don't," he said, voice low. "Say that again."
She leaned in, smirking. "Unsatisfied."
"Fucking hell."
She laughed.
And despite everything—the knock, the older brother, the trauma—she was giddy.
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FLASHBACK
It was supposed to be just dinner. Casual, chill. "Do you want to eat?" Nothing more.
But somehow… it became something else.
After dinner, they sat in the car. In front of her house. A few meters from the gate. No music. No noise.
Alonzo gripped the wheel lightly. Looking out. As if he wanted to say something, but wouldn't force it.
Andi fidgeted with her bracelet. "Alonzo…"
He looked at her.
That one look? Damn. Felt like a spark had been poured straight into her chest.
"Hmm?" he answered softly. Curious. Gentle.
"Thanks for dinner," she said, trying to sound casual. "The food was good. I liked it."
He smiled faintly, barely there, but it cut through her. "You make silence feel… loud," he whispered.
She tilted her head. "Huh?"
"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Heading home?"
She hesitated. That hesitation sealed it.
Alonzo looked at her again. This time, his expression was no longer neutral.
He was searching. Waiting. Asking.
And she answered. With a nod.
Slowly… slowly…
He leaned in.
No rush. No pressure. Just unbearable tension.
Faces too close.
Her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes… back to his lips.
She felt it—the shaky breath before the kiss.
And when it happened…
It wasn't hot. It wasn't messy.
It was tender.
Like he'd been thinking about it forever. Scared to do it wrong.
His lips brushed hers lightly, silently asking: "Can I?"
She responded with a soft hum, leaning closer.
Kiss. Pause. Kiss. Longer this time. A hand—his—on her cheek.
Andi sighed through her nose, tilting her head, letting herself melt.
In that quiet, parked car, under the dull lamppost light…
Two people, both too guarded for their own good, finally broke open.