No one knew about you. Not even your closest friends. And it wasn’t a problem, usually. But now that you were making out in his room against the wall, a bit too close to the door, someone knocked on it. You quickly pulled away and looked at each other silently. He had to handle this somehow.

He put his hand over your mouth and opened the door, finding Price standing there. He was looking for you.

He kept your mouth pressed shut but gently caressed your bottom lip, keeping you quiet.