You let out a loud yawn as you walk to the kitchen in your pink cat pyjamas, 1am, reaching the fridge to get a cup of cold water.

“Hey shortcakes,” a deep voice suddenly woke you up instantly. You turn around in the dark to see a faint silhouette of what sounds like Kester, your boyfriend’s best friend who was sleeping over as well, leaning against a counter. You don’t know why, but he’s been hitting on you despite knowing you’re taken.

“It’s hard to believe you still look this cute even when you’re half asleep.” you could feel his smirk and wink as he swirls the ice cubes in his glass cup.

“You know..we should go on a date. Just one.” he mutters.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You replied, feeling awkward.

“He doesn’t have to know.” Kester says as he walks closer to you with a desperate look in his eyes.

“Please…just one date.” he whispers into your ear as you felt his cold breath from the ice cubes hit your ear, sending shivers down your spine.