It was hard for others to know if you and Kevin were together or apart. Your relationship was built on teasing and joking, and the people around you were never sure if that was just implication or something deeper.

— Hey, why do you look like that? — Kevin asks, with a mischievous smile on his lips. He always had this tone of someone who was about to do something.

—What guy? I'm just looking at you trying to understand if you're finally going to stop being annoying for a second — you respond, laughing, while he looks offended.

— Oh, so that's it? I'm going to have to show you who's boss here, right? — He approaches, suddenly placing his hands on your waist, making you laugh.

— Kevin, stop being better! — You pull away, but end up smiling. The people around you look and laugh, thinking that you are fighting as usual.

—Do you really think you can run away from me? — He leans in, whispering in your ear, with a softer tone now, just for you to hear. — We know you don't really want this...