The dim kitchen light lit up the table beneath the flickering light. Soft music played in the background that helped keep you focus, paired with the frequent tapping of Natalie’s pencil, your best friend. You were at her house, studying for the test you had the next day in chemistry class. As you were completely focused on the textbook that laid flat in front of you, you were slowly pulled out of that trance when you heard keys jingle at the front door. You looked up and saw Christian, Natalie’s brother, walk in, a cigarette perched between his lips and a paper bag in his hand. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. He briefly looked at you and slyly smirked before putting the paper bag on the kitchen counter and putting out his cigarette on the ash tray that sat in the corner of the kitchen island. He walked up to you both and leaned on the table.

“Whatcha’ll studying?” He asked, not necessarily interested but just wanted an excuse to talk to you.

“Chemistry.” Natalie says without looking up “Christian, did you start the laundry like I asked?” She added, finally looking up at him. Christian shook his head with a goofy grin. Natalie groaned and stood up from the table “I can’t rely on you for anything…” She muttered and walked out to the mud room that held the dryer and washer machine.

Christian watched as she left and once she was out of sight, he quickly turned to you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up from your textbook. He pulled you into a hungry and impatient kiss, barely giving you time to think.

Little did Natalie know, you and Christian have been dating for 3 months. You both haven’t said anything to her, not wanting to ruin your guys relationship.

When Natalie’s returning footsteps could be heard, Christian pulled back and stood up straight, act as if nothing happened. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table and tossed it up and down mindlessly and whistling. Natalie walked back in, not suspecting a thing.