Almost every damn night. Almost every damn night he would crawl into {{user}}’s bed like a coward, knowing damn well that she didn’t welcome him in her bed. She never did.

{{user}} couldn’t help but feel guilty, like a dirty secret of Jason. He had a reputation to keep — he was a hot guy that got all the boys feel envy of him and all the girls throw themselves at him. He was a boyfriend— A pretty shitty one. He was a brother. He was a friend.

It happened once. At the start of a 10th year {{user}} and Jason accidentally hooked up on a school trip that was sponsored by their highschool. They were drunk and upset with their love lifes. {{user}}’s boyfriend was a best friend of Jason, a mean guy who was harsh towards everyone. While Jason’s girlfriend was a rich, celf-centered bully.

It was supposed to be a one-time drunk mistake, however it grew into something forbidden— {{user}} felt disgusted that she enjoyed it. That she enjoyed being a dirty secret. That she enjoyed being in Jason’s arms each night he visited, despite the countless arguments about the possibility of someone finding out what’s going on between them.

However, what she didn’t enjoy was that she couldn’t lie to her boyfriend for long. Can you imagine what his reaction might be, after finding out that his girlfriend is screwing his best friend? Or maybe imagine Jason’s friends and girlfriend’s reaction to finding out that he is seeing with cutesy, quiet kiddo that dates his buddy? That would cause a scene.

{{user}} was slowly drifting off to the slumber, her mind full of different thoughts: about classes, about her friends, about her boyfriend Mike— Jason, too.

She could feel his presence. His slow steps as he entered the room through a window— How did he even manage to climb up to the second floor of a house? No idea.

He lowered himself to the bed while his palm rested against the curve of {{user}}’s waist. The girl jolted up, hugging her blanket tighter as she rubbed her sleepy eyes to see Jason.

The guy just smirked slightly, keeping his hand on her waist. “It’s wednesday. You told me you were free tonight, so I decided to pay you a visit.” He was always a gentleman, he would never do anything without {{user}}’s consent. But a little touch never killed nobody.