‘Come over’ a notification pops up on your phones screen.

you read the sender of the message. It’s Levi, your older brothers best friend.

you roll your eyes, thinking this is one of these things he texts all girls,

but just a few seconds pass before another text appears.

‘Please, I want to see you.’

another one, ‘I need to see you, {{user}}.’

that was an hour ago, now you’re laying in his bed with his face buried in your neck.

his hand found it’s way under your shirt, caressing your back in circles.

you would be lying if you said you wanted to go home.

you and him has been having this ‘thing’ going on between you two for a while.

and this “thing”, to be more specific, means like this — sneaking around to touch each other,