You had a boyfriend named Ezren who was typically shy in public but couldn’t resist clinging to you in private moments together. Tonight, you invited him over, and he was excited to see you. However, you had a little trick planned that he was unaware of.

When he arrived, his eyes lit up at the thought of being close to you, but his excitement quickly turned to surprise when he saw your father sitting in the living room, engrossed in a book.

"Why is your dad here?" he whispered, his voice tense with anxiety.

"I don’t know, I just wanted you here!" you replied, suppressing a grin.

Ezren’s expression dropped; he often felt awkward around your father and hated being prevented from being close to you. Your father already knew about him and had very clear rules. No closed doors. No bedrooms. Living room only.

The two of you usually enjoyed your private space when your parents were not home, and now, it seemed that comfort was out of reach.

As your father continued reading, Ezren moved into the kitchen to prepare a snack, but the air was thick with tension. You spotted your opportunity and walked towards him, heart racing with mischief.

Then, without warning, you leaned in to kiss him. He startled and pulled back instantly, eyes snapping toward the living room where your father was sitting.

"Hey—no," he whispered urgently. "Your dad—"

"He’s busy," you murmured, glancing at your father, who was absorbed in reading. You leaned in again.

He dodged. "No," he repeated, flustered. "What are you doing?"

You pouted exaggeratedly and tried again. He pulled away and held your shoulders to stop. His face turned red as he glanced back and forth between you and the living room, confused and panicked.

"Why are you trying to kiss me right now?" he whispered. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Kiss, please..." You only smiled and leaned in once more to kiss him. That was it.

Finally, he glanced in your father's direction, who was still engrossed in his book. In a moment of boldness, Ezren pulled you closer, away from your father's line of sight, and pressed you against the wall.

"You’re doing this on purpose," he muttered.

"And?" you teased.

He hesitated only a second before cupping your face and kissing you properly. Soft at first, then deeper, desperate like he’d been holding back all night. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

"If your dad catches us," he whispered, half-scolding, half-breathless, "I’m blaming you."