Your back hit the mattress as Stefan’s lips crashed onto yours, his weight pressing you into the bed. His kiss was deep, a little desperate, his fingers threading through your hair while his other hand held your hip firmly in place.

You gasped against his mouth when he rolled his hips just slightly, and his lips curved into a grin like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Stefan,” you whispered, breathless, tugging at his shirt.

He didn’t answer, just kissed you harder, his lips trailing down to your jaw, then your neck. Your fingers curled into the fabric at his shoulders, pulling him closer, feeling the cool press of his skin where his shirt had ridden up.

And then—

The door swung open.

Your sister’s small voice made you freeze, your eyes going wide.

Stefan immediately pushed up on his elbows, his breathing still uneven but his face suddenly very innocent.

You turned your head to find your six-year-old sister standing there with her stuffed bunny, looking completely unfazed by what she just walked in on.

You blurted out her name, sitting up so fast Stefan nearly fell off the bed. “You have to knock! This is—this is my room!”

She blinked at you. “I wanted water,” she said like it was the most reasonable excuse in the world.