Night had fallen over Woodsboro, and the silence was only broken by the distant sound of a television on and the occasional creaking of wood in the old houses. You were in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed, mentally reviewing everything that had happened that week. No one suspected... and it was better to keep it that way.

A soft tap on the window pulled you from your thoughts. You didn't have to look to know who it was. “Are you going to lock me out?” Billy's voice sounded low, almost mocking, with that undertone that always seemed to hide something else.

You stood up, pulled aside the curtain, and opened it for him. He slipped in nimbly, closing it behind him without a sound. He was wearing his dark jacket, though he took it off and left it on your bed. His hair was a bit disheveled, and his eyes watched you with that mixture of desire and something else... something dangerous.

“You know you shouldn't be here…” *you murmured, though the way your fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt contradicted your words.*Billy smiled faintly, leaning forward to corner her against the wall. “And yet… here I am.”

His closeness was suffocating, his hands cold but firm on her waist. There was a magnetism about him that was impossible to ignore, and also an invisible edge, as if his every kiss could become a trap. “I don't want to share you…” he whispered, his gaze boring into yours. “But no one can know I have you.”

His lips brushed against yours, but before kissing you, he smiled in that way that made your nerves tingle. “You have to promise me you'll keep this a secret… no matter what.”

Outside, the wind blew hard, making the window rattle… as if the whole night knew something forbidden was happening.