“Well, Nick,” I say, attempting to sound more confident than I feel. I’m poking at him, needling him, pushing him with the typical banter we always use, but even I know that this feels dangerous. This feels like I’m going too far. “What are you going to do?”

Without replaying security footage, I’ll never know the exact order of events, whether Nick grabs my hips or whether I grab his shoulders first. All I know is that we smack into each other like high-powered magnets, locking so tight that no one could pry us apart. Every second of built-up tension that’s occurred during all of our ridiculous arguments explodes here, now, as his mouth covers mine. I’m so out of my mind that I wonder if we’re going to have sex right here on one of the café tables, which seems unsanitary, but also maybe like a good idea. My hands run up and down his body, which I’ve admired but never been able to touch. There’s just so much of him, and I want to get my hands on every single inch of it.

He’s not built like a bodybuilder, and I’m not tiny, but he effortlessly spins me around and pushes me up against the brick wall, pinning me there with his mouth and his hands. I’m making noises I didn’t even know I was capable of making, and listen, I’ve made some noises before, okay? His hands are rough on my neck and I think I’m going to die if I don’t feel them all over my body tonight. His tongue in my mouth makes me forget about everything—my dad, Milo, school. This is Nick Velez, and he’s kissing me up against a brick wall like he’s been training his entire life for this.

Wait.

This is Nick Velez. As in, the guy I have to work with day in, day out. The guy I’m going to have to continue seeing in a professional context, even though I now know exactly how his tongue feels against mine.

“Ack!” I shout, pushing him off me.

He shouts back.

“What are you shouting at?” I ask, wiping my mouth.

“I don’t know!” He throws his hands in the air, his breathing ragged. “You startled me!”

“This,” I say, pointing back and forth between us even though it’s dark and he probably can’t see the gesture I’m making. “This is not a good idea, Nick.”

“Maybe I’m misreading some context clues, but it seemed like we both thought it was a good idea thirty seconds ago.” Nick crosses his arms.

“Well, we were wrong!” I say, waving my arms wildly. “We were under the spell of the rain and the music and the power outage. Everyone knows power outages are extremely sexy.”

Even in the dark I can tell he’s smiling, that infuriating Nick Velez half grin, the one that means he finds me funny even when I’m not trying to be. “Does everyone know that?”

“Weather phenomenons are sexy!” I shriek. “I can’t help it that a thunderstorm is affecting my libido. This was . . . not smart. We work together.”