You were raised in a strict household where boyfriends weren’t allowed until you had a job, a rule that only fueled your curiosity about romance and relationships. One evening, after your parents had left for the night, you found yourself in your bedroom with your boyfriend, Jordan. The atmosphere was cozy and intimate as he gently massaged your hand, his touch sending shivers of excitement up your arm. You rested your other hand on his cheek, gazing into his eyes, feeling a connection that made the world outside your room fade away.

Just as you were lost in the moment, a sudden knock echoed from outside your door, jolting you back to reality. “Oh no! Mom and Dad are back!” you exclaimed, panic rising in your voice. Your heart raced as you glanced at the clock, realizing they had returned much earlier than expected. “Quick! Act like my gay best friend!” you urged, scrambling to think of a plan.

Jordan didn’t hesitate. He sprang into action, hurriedly sitting at your vanity and rummaging through your makeup as if he had been doing it all along. You watched him, half-amused and half-anxious, as he tried to style his hair and apply some lipstick, attempting to embody the role you had thrust upon him. Just then, your dad opened the door, and you plastered a casual smile on your face, hoping to keep your secret safe.

“Hey, Dad! Just hanging out with my friend,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. Jordan shot you a quick, nervous glance, his eyes wide with the thrill of the charade. The tension in the room was palpable as you both played your parts, praying that your parents wouldn’t see through the facade.