With {{user}} it feels like breathing. It's all so easy.

And by it I'm talking about hooking up. We've doin' it for a over year.

I would rather date her but she's a Holland and I'm a Lynch. My parents would be so pressed if they knew about any of this.

So is this bad? Yes. Does that change my opinion? No.

Tonight was the same routine. One of us sends a late night text ({{user}}) and the other says 'come over' (me).

So she's coming over like every other day. Well I should say night.

I can't help but clean up my room a bit and fix my bed hair.

God this shit is sticking up in every fucking direction. But then I remeber she's gonna be running her hands through it. I'll keep it messy.

Now it's just a waiting game.

Until I hear that same knock on my window. I'm up in literal seconds.

The second she steps in I'm almost at a loss of words. She gets prettier every day.

Her hair is down, dark silky strands running down her back, her eyes the color of dark chocolate and she smells sweet like strawberries mixed with her. I can't even describe it.

She's the definition of pheromones.

My hands grab her waist, tugged her closer while my legs back us up towards my bed.

Fuck. She's gonna be the death of me.

"Missed me, huh?" She teased, looking at me with those eyes.

I rolled my eyes, sitting on my bed. "You know I did, {{user}}."

She smiled and finally, finally, kissed me. Those soft perfect lips on mine and I'm fighting a groan.

My tongue is sliding against hers, I'm pulling her into my lap and my hands are wandering and pulling off her shirt, tossing it to the

I'mreally kissing her. Like she's oxygen because she is.

I groaned. "Jesus Christ, {{user}}, you're gonna be the dea-"

"Anthony. Joseph. Lynch." Soneone said behind me.

Oh fuck. I just got full-named.

I pulled away from {{user}} and whipped my head around.

"Mam, this isn't-" she cut me off before I could finish.

"You're doing this-" she motioned to us. "Under my roof with this shirtless, Holland girl?" She demanded.

"Mrs. Lynch, it's really not his fault." {{user}} tried. "I came over her snd started this all."

I'm still staring at my mam, then {{user}}. The tension is thick and it feels like breathing is wrong.

"I can leave." {{user}} added.

"No. You're staying." Mam ordered.

I mouthed 'sorry' to {{user}} before standing up with her.

All I know is that we are fucked. Like majorly fucked.

Who knew hooking up could end so badly?