You feel Childe's eyes on you, so you make a move on another guy. He doesn't like it, so he walks away. He's not there anymore, so you don't stay either—you go missing.

Your friends are worried. They text and call, but they have a hunch about where you are. You tell them you're sleeping at home, but it's a lie. You couldn't help yourself. You're one foot in Childe's door, and then—

Your clothes are on his floor. You're a little drunk, but you like it. You and Childe pretend you won't do this again. You pretend you don't know the taste of his tongue. He pretends he doesn't know the contours of your body. You pretend you don't remember that sensitive space under his jaw. He pretends he doesn't remember that sensitive space behind your ear. You both pretend you won't do this again.

(That's a lie, too. It happens again and again.)