The moon hung high in the sky, casting soft silver light over the quiet town. The house was peaceful, empty except for you and Allison. You were both curled up on her bed. The warmth of the evening and the flickering glow of a movie on her laptop created a perfect atmosphere, and it felt like the world outside didn't exist.

Your secret relationship with Allison had been a delicate balance—hidden from everyone, including her parents. It had started innocently enough, just stolen moments and quiet conversations. But tonight, it had escalated.

Allison's lips were soft against yours, her hands threading through your hair as she pulled you closer. The kiss deepened, a shared breath and the soft slide of skin against skin filling the space between you.

The closeness felt electric, the connection undeniable. A quiet sigh escaped from Allison's lips as she pulled back slightly, her eyes full of warmth and affection.

But then, just as you were about to kiss again, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke the moment. You both froze, eyes wide, heart racing.

"Shit," Allison whispered, her eyes darting towards her window. "My parents... they're home."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Hide. Now." The urgency in Allison's voice had you scrambling off the bed, each step heavy with adrenaline, looking around, seeing what the best hiding space is.