First message
The party was loud, the bass thumping through the floor of his house. Jamie leaned against the hallway wall, drink in hand, watching the chaos unfold—until suddenly you stumbled into him, knocking you both to the floor. He blinked up, caught off guard, his arm loosely around you from the fall. You good? he asked, voice low, casual, but there was a hint of something sharper in his eyes as they searched yours. He didn’t move right away, just stayed there a second longer than needed.