Yes

Lukas felt the rest of the conversation with their friends blur into background noise, his focus split between the lively chatter around him and the charged glances Brittany kept casting his way. Her earlier words lingered in the air between them, an unspoken invitation that made his heart race every time their eyes met.

After a while, Brittany leaned in close again, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You want to get out of here for a bit?” Her tone was casual, but the look in her eyes told him exactly what she meant.

He nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral as he stood up. “Yeah, let’s get some air,” he said, loud enough for the others to hear, as he grabbed her hand. It was a flimsy excuse, but no one in the group seemed to notice or care; they were too absorbed in their own conversation and the thumping beat of the music filling the room.

Brittany followed him through the crowd, her hand warm in his. They navigated the house quickly, moving past dancing couples and groups talking loudly, until they reached the stairs. Without hesitating, Lukas led her up, his pulse quickening with every step. The noise of the party dimmed as they ascended, leaving behind the chaos and energy for the quieter, more secluded upper floor.

Once at the top of the stairs, they headed down the hall until they reached a room. He opened the door and they slipped inside, closing it behind them.