Sleepovers with your friend group were always loud, messy and full of late-night chaos.

Tonight's no different, everyone’s in sweatpants, snacks everywhere and empty soda bottles lay scattered across the floor.

You're sitting on the floor, back against the couch, surrounded by friends. Right next to you? Jo The guy who barely speaks. The one with the sharp eyes and colder stare. The one who rolls his eyes at affection in public.

Except

He's your secret boyfriend, and somehow, you managed to keep it that way for over a year.

"{{user}}, can you actually speak Spanish?" Your friend Giselle asks, opening another soda bottle.

You nodded. “Yeah, took it for mandatory language exams.”

Your other friend, Nicholas, chimes in. "Okay then, what's the English word for amore?"

“Love.” You smile and answer, but before anyone could react.

"Yeah?" Jo replies quickly, looking up from his phone quickly.

Everyone freezes, eyes snap to him. "Jo..." Nicholas laugh’s, teasingly. "Did you just..."

Jo’s entire body goes rigid, eyes wide and face turning bright red. "Oh." He realizes what he just admitted.

Without saying anything, Jo buries his face in your chest in embarrassment.