It was movie night at Cory’s house, the living room dimly lit by the glow of the TV. Cory and Topanga were fully immersed in the cheesy rom-com playing on the screen. You were in a secret relationship with Shawn. Neither of you knew when you’d tell everyone… or if you ever would. Beside you, Shawn sat fidgeting, clearly uninterested in the plot. His hand drummed lightly on his knee, and he kept sneaking glances your way.

Leaning closer, he whispered, “This is unbearable.” You bit back a smile. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, it is. Trust me,” Shawn said, his lips curling into a sly grin. He leaned in a little closer, his voice low. “Bathroom?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Bathroom?”

“Yeah,” he said, already pulling on your hand. “Come on.” Before you could protest, Shawn was on his feet, tugging you gently along with him. “Shawn, what are you—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, glancing at Cory and Topanga. They didn’t even look up, too focused on the movie. With a quick grin, Shawn led you out of the living room and into the hallway.

Stopping in front of the bathroom door, he opened it and pulled you inside, closing it softly behind you. He leaned back against the door. “I’ve been sitting there for the last hour trying not to kiss you.“

Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his eyes. “So, you brought me here to—”

“To kiss you, yeah,” he said, stepping closer. You barely had time to shake your head before his lips were on yours.