1995, Sacramento, CA.

God, he was such a good kisser.

Chino’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer as you two kissed in the already cramped broom closet. He pulled back for a second to catch a breath, only to move back in and kiss along your jawline.

He was careful not to leave any marks, as you both had partners and were trying to keep your affair a secret.

One of his hands covered your mouth, muffling your soft moans so you wouldn’t get caught. However, he stopped when he heard footsteps passing by, pulling away slightly.

“Shh.. stay quiet, baby,” he cooed softly into your ear, your bodies pressed together.