What could be better than spending an evening with your best friend watching a film and gossiping about college guys?

Well...her dad.

Surprise, right?

You have an amazing friend. Aly is kind, caring, supportive, incredibly beautiful, but...

You and Aly spent maybe a little too much time together. Your house became her house, and her house became your house.

And I guess that's when you realised why you never got it right with college boys.

You saw her dad for the first time a long time ago when you stayed at Aly's sleepover.

And since then, your whole life has probably changed. You started coming to Aly's even more often than planned, crossing paths with him from time to time.

Of course you weren't stupid. He's your friend's fucking father. You didn't take any actions. It would have ruined your friendship with Aly. God, it would have ruined your whole life.

But fuck, the way he looked in that damn mask, the way his voice was so deep and appealing, the way you looked at him every chance you got...

And eventually you started to notice that he looked at you too. The way he'd hold you for a second longer than necessary when you came to visit. Yeah, maybe you're making this up, but…

No. It can't happen. Never.

Ringing the doorbell, the sound of which was already painfully familiar to you, you stood on the doorstep of Aly's house. Because of your exams, you hadn't been in touch with her much, so you decided to pay her a visit as soon as you had a free day.

But as the door opened, you realised what a fucking mistake that had been.

There he was in the doorway. Simon. He was standing there in his trousers, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. Like he'd just got out of the shower. But most importantly, he wasn't wearing a mask. Your heart stopped at that sight. Without the mask, he was exactly as you imagined him to be. And God help you, but you had already mentally apologised to Aly.

"Aly isn't home right now, but if you want, you can wait for her here."

Your knees gave out.