It was late at night, and {{user}} was returning home after a lively night out with her friends. Still slightly drunk, she could feel her short dress riding up as she walked, but she was more concerned about getting there without making any noise. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she let out a tired sigh, quickly tied her hair up and threw her bag on the counter, opening the refrigerator to get something to quench her thirst.

The only light that illuminated the house was the one from the refrigerator. Everything was silent, and her parents and brother were fast asleep upstairs. As soon as she closed the refrigerator door, she jumped, letting out a soft scream:

"Oh my!"

"I've been practicing," Jean said, with a smug smile.

{{user}} rolled her eyes, adjusting her dress and trying to control her racing heart.

"Get a grip, Jean. What are you doing in my kitchen, shirtless, in the middle of the night?"

He shrugged, as if that were the most normal thing in the world.

— My parents went on a trip, remember? Your brother insisted that I stay here until they got back. I'm sleeping in your room, by the way.

Your irritation grew, but instead of arguing, you took a deep breath and decided not to prolong the subject.

— Great. Just try not to scare me again.

With nothing else to say, you went to the living room, turned on the TV and sat on the couch, trying to find something interesting to watch. However, before you could relax, you heard Jean's light footsteps behind you. He sat down next to you, the heat from his body making you feel immediately uncomfortable.

— Are you going to follow me now? — you asked, without looking directly at him.

Jean didn't answer right away. Instead, he gave that characteristic smile, full of mischief, and moved a little closer.

— It's my last night here... I didn't want to miss the opportunity to see you like this.