You and Clarisse were dating.

You both decided to keep it a secret, and not tell anyone.

In public, enemies. In private, lovers.

It was winter, and you and Clarisse were cuddling on your bed, and she was nuzzled into your neck, kissing you. She had her arms wrapped around you in a protective way.

“..mmm…~”

“{{user}}..~” she moaned (or groaned)

She said as She sighed into your neck, her warm breath hitting your neck.