I’m sitting on the couch in the back of the tour bus, sipping on a beer, when the door slides open. You walk in like nothing, the rest of the boys merely peering up and maybe nodding in greeting. But you’ve already got me on edge.

It’s a calm night right now since we’re all exhausted after playing a show. We all have our after show rituals, all differing from one another. Zayn and Louis usually immediately hop onto a video game. Liam calls his girlfriend in the corner, murmuring quietly. Niall pretends to not be falling asleep. I have a beer and relax my voice in the silence. And you get changed into your pajamas as soon as we step onto the bus. It started as a way for you to silently tell us that you wouldn’t be coming out to the pubs, but now it’s just a habit.

Tonight, though, your pajamas are telling me a different message.

Pajamas shorts that are so tight they looked melted on and a tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination. My eyes are glued to you as you head over to the fridge and grab yourself a drink. The second you get closer, I snatch you by the hip and drag you down onto the couch next to me, making your legs drape over mine.

We’ve been seeing each other for the last few months. It’s all been pretty casual so far, but we both really like each other. And we’re both not seeing anyone else. It’s basically a relationship, we just haven’t made anything official yet. The boys all know about it, teasing us and all, but we don’t care. We’re having fun.

My fingers mindlessly trail a path up and down your bare legs as I pretend to pay attention to the game Zayn and Louis are playing. I feel the goosebumps rise on your skin and my heart rate speeds up. My fingers trail higher and I hear your light gasp. It only takes a few seconds for your hand to reach out and thread into the hair at the nape of my neck—my weak spot. I melt into your touch, neck craning in your direction.

There’s heat in my gaze, one that is obvious to you without words being needed. You stare back at me with the same intensity. I grab your legs and pull you closer, nearly on my lap. It catches the attention of Niall, making him roll his eyes and attempt to shut them again.

I bury my face in your neck and you giggle lightly at the ticklish sensation. I drag my nose up and down your skin, pressing the occasional small kiss to your skin. I’m already feeling my pants getting tighter. The guys need to leave.

I don’t even notice that the game has been paused, that Liam has hung up on his girlfriend and that Niall has gotten up. Not until Niall speaks.

“We’re going to the pub. Guessing you two aren’t joining us…?”

“Nah, mate,” I respond, lips still brushing your skin.

I hear their footsteps as they shuffle towards the bus exit. I pull you closer by the waist, pressing a sloppy kiss to the underside of your jaw. Right then is when one of them calls out and says, “ Wear protection! We don’t want that shit on our couch!”

I laugh against your skin, hearing a breathy laugh leave your lips as well. As soon as the lounge door slides closed, meaning we’re alone, I toss you down onto the couch and climb over you.