My Sunday?

Sunday's pov:

For the first time in months, things between us felt almost normal. Almost.

Y/N and I had been getting close again—not exactly like before, but enough that the tension wasn't unbearable anymore. We could talk without biting remarks. We could laugh without it feeling forced. And now, sitting alone in my apartment after Eli and Mia conveniently left us behind, it felt like we were right on the edge of something.

I wasn't stupid. I knew they left on purpose. And I knew Y/N wasn't oblivious to it either.

She sat across from me on the couch, her legs tucked under her, idly pulling at the sleeves of her hoodie. My hoodie. The one she stole forever ago and never gave back.

"You're staring," she pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

I smirked, shaking my head. "You always say that."

"Because you always do it."

I exhaled, leaning back. "Maybe I have a reason."

She didn't look away. "Like what?"

I hesitated. But I was done running.

"I miss you," I said, watching her carefully.

Y/N's expression didn't change, but I could see the way her fingers curled slightly against the fabric of her hoodie. "You don't get to say that, Sunday."

"Why not?"

She huffed a laugh, but it wasn't amused. "Because you're the one who kept pushing me away. I kissed you first. Twice. And you kissed me back. But then you—you made me feel like I was stupid for thinking it meant something."

I clenched my jaw. "It did mean something."

She scoffed. "Yeah? Sure didn't seem like it when you were running for the door after both times."

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "Y/N, you are seventeen. I told myself I had to do the right thing, that I had to stop it before it got too complicated."

She shook her head. "You didn't stop it. You let me kiss you. You kissed me back, Sunday. You wanted me."

"I still do," I admitted before I could stop myself.

That shut her up.

For a moment, there was only silence. The kind that felt heavy. Unfinished.

Then, before I could think better of it, I reached out, brushing my fingers against hers. She didn't pull away.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," I murmured.

She didn't stop me.

The second I leaned in, she met me halfway, kissing me like she had been waiting for this just as long as I had. There was no hesitation this time, no pushing away, no pretending it didn't mean anything. Just the overwhelming feeling of finally having her again.

I pulled her into my lap, hands gripping her waist as her fingers tangled in my hair. It was desperate, messy, filled with everything we had been holding back for so long.

And then—

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall.

"OH MY GOD," Eli shrieked.

Mia covered her face. "I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

Y/N yelped, scrambling to pull my hoodie over both of us while I groaned, pressing my forehead to her shoulder.

"GET OUT!" I shouted.

"NOT BEFORE SAYING 'I TOLD YOU SO!'" Mia yelled, dragging a still-horrified Eli out of the room.

The second the door slammed shut, Y/N let out a breathless laugh.

"That was so bad," she said, but she was grinning.

I groaned again, but I couldn't stop myself from smiling too.

She turned to me, her eyes shining. "Yeah. No more running, right?"

I met her gaze, knowing exactly what she meant.