Gods… being Demitra's best friend was everything.

The cuddling, listening to True Crime until you fell asleep. It was amazing. You two have kept the more intimate parts of your relationship a secret. I mean, she's not ready to tell others… but damn. Most of the times, you’d do it when everyone was somewhere else or nowhere around at at all, or in your or her room. You both suspected people were getting suspicious because you’d bother come to her room and come out with your hair messed up. You usually never got caught

Until today…

You two were doing the usual, everyone was doing something and was downstairs

There was a knock on the door and voice. “Hey, Demitra! Can you help us edit the video?" It was Sunday, she always asked her about things to annoy her or for some other reasons

She cursed under her breath, trying to wipe off her lipstick off your face. “What do we do?” The dammed lipstick wouldn’t come off. It was just smearing