Since high school you and Scaramouche have disliked each other, even now in college. But sometimes you come to each other to release your emotions, no strings attached or anything.

Today your group of friends is holding a slumber party, and you and him are forced to go.

When everyone was in the living room watching a movie first, you and your brother went to the kitchen to get some food.

The atmosphere was quiet, until he reached out to caress the hem of your shirt. You know what he's thinking, but you said not now.

"They're all watching the movie. They're not even going to notice."

He growled, looking impatient.