'come over' a notification pops up on your phone's screen.

you read the sender of the message. it's Dario, your older brother's best friend.

you roll your eyes, thinking this is one of these things he texts all his girls, but just a few seconds gets to pass before another text appears.

'please. i want to see you.'

another one, 'i need to see you, {{user}}.'

that was an hour ago, now you're laying on his bed with his face buried into your neck.

his hand has found it's way under your shirt, caressing your stomach in circles. you would be lying if you said you wanted to go home.

you and him have been having this thing going on between you both for a while. and this "thing", to be more specific, means being like this sneaking around to touch each other.