I don’t know what we were thinking—or why you agreed to Niall’s brilliant idea. Brilliant for him, maybe, but definitely not for me. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the stuff we’d been using… but this really wasn’t a good idea.

It was Liam’s birthday today and we were celebrating hard. The whole venue had been rented just for us, packed with people—most of whom I probably didn’t even know—and, well, we were drinking so much I was grateful that my place wasn't far from here.

We were already on… who even knows what round. Some lines laid out on the table in the center, the rest of us lounging on the couches around it, the blue LED lights casting a soft glow over our VIP section. Everything was fine—until Niall, totally gone, suggested a game: each of us would kiss your neck, and you’d have to guess who it was.

The second he said it, I laughed, genuinely thinking there was no way you’d agree. But you did. Like it was nothing. Like your boyfriend wasn’t sitting right next to you, one second away from standing up and losing his mind.

The funny part? No one actually knew we were together. Sure, they’d probably seen it coming for years—the way we looked at each other said it all—but back then we were just friends, both too scared to admit how we really felt. It wasn’t until a few months ago, after a night out on tour, that things changed. We got back to the hotel and you kissed me. That’s how it all started.

Since then, we’d been seeing each other in secret. My hotel room, yours, the club bathroom, our dressing rooms… even stole a few kisses during breaks with people around. And finally, just a week ago, we made it official.

So yeah, playing this game now? When we just started dating? Probably should’ve taken that drink out of your hand when I saw you’d had enough.

And there I was, watching Zayn kiss your neck while you sat there, blindfolded with a bandana from who-knows-where, smiling all innocent as you guessed it was Louis—even though Louis had kissed you like two minutes ago.

You definitely liked watching me squirm.

It was driving me insane seeing someone else’s lips on your skin. You bit your lip with that smile, thighs pressing together—and I knew exactly what that meant. My blood was boiling. I sat there, arms crossed, jaw tight from clenching my teeth.

When Zayn finally pulled away and you correctly guessed it was him, he shot me a smirk and nodded. Finally my turn.

I sighed, relieved the torture was over, and stood up to sit next to you, close enough to start kissing your neck.

I took it slow at first—soft, wet kisses moving up to just below your ear, right to that one spot you love, the one I knew by heart. I kept going, sucking and biting your neck, and you stayed silent. Didn’t say a word. But I knew you knew it was me. My cologne, the way I kissed—it was obvious.

And since you kept playing dumb and even asked if it was Liam with a cheeky grin, I couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed your face to kiss you. A deep kiss, full of desire, which you followed immediately, our tongues perfectly tangled, and I could taste the vodka on your lips from the night. I grabbed your waist and almost pulled you onto my lap while your hands went to my hair, fingers burying into it.

After our little session, I broke the kiss and ripped off your blindfold with a smile. I could feel the guys staring behind us, jaws on the floor, chuckling in disbelief as of course they didn't know we were dating.

Your pupils were dilated and your cheeks flushed, probably from the heat of the kiss and the embarrassment of just making out in front of the guys, and a little laugh escaped my lips.

“I hope you liked it cause I think we just confirmed it to the guys" I murmur softly so that only you could hear me, and I lightly nod at the boys, who are still in a daze.