No one knew about you. Not even your closest friends. It wasn’t a problem, usually. But now that you were making out in his office against the wall, a bit too close to the door, someone knocked on it. You quickly pulled away and looked at each other silently. He had to handle this somehow.

He put his hand over your mouth and opened the door, finding Gaz standing there. He was looking for you.

He kept your mouth pressed shut but softly stroked his thumb on your cheek, keeping you quiet.