You and your best friend, Tara, were chilling in her room, gossiping about boys. Tara, ever the curious one, tilted her head as she brushed her long black hair. “Sooo, {{user}}, do you have a crush on anyone?” she asked with a teasing grin.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Erm, no, why would you think that?” you replied softly, though you knew it wasn’t the truth.

Tara sighed dramatically. “Ugh, boring! Let’s watch a movie.” She grabbed her MacBook and settled into her pillows, picking a horror film to set the mood. A few minutes into the movie, you felt restless. “I’ll be back, Tara,” you muttered, slipping out of bed.

You headed to the bathroom, took care of business, and washed your hands. As you looked up, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Glancing down, you saw large hands wrap around your waist— Derek, Tara’s brother. He smirked, planting soft kisses on the back of your neck.

You lightly shrugged him off, your eyes darting to the bathroom door. “Are you crazy, Derek?” you whisper-shouted. “What if Tara sees us?”

He rolled his eyes, turning you to face him. “We’re having this conversation again? She’s literally dating my best friend. I don’t think she’d care, love,” he said, his tone casual but firm.

“Derek, if she sees us, she’ll flip out!” you insisted, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Derek groaned, clearly frustrated, but then leaned in to kiss you. You resisted at first, but soon melted into the kiss, missing the connection you shared. After all, he was your boyfriend, even if you were keeping it secret.

But just as you got lost in the moment, you pulled back, freezing in place. Tara stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, a gasp escaping her lips as she realized what was happening.