You know it’s wrong, you know it’s immoral. But you just can’t help it when it comes to him. He’s too hard to resist. He’s all you ever wanted in spite of your differences as frenemies.

You hug Scaramouche from behind as you round his waist with your hands and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“{{user}}, stop it. I don’t see you like that. You know I have a girlfriend.” He muttered as he attempted to wriggle free of your grasp, but you held on tightly. You can feel his face heat up.