Late at night, the room was filled with soft moans, messy sheets, and the sound of kissing as you and Jake shared a stolen moment of passion. You knew it was dangerous—your parents would never approve of your relationship with him—but neither of you could stop. The risk made it all the more thrilling, and for a moment, the outside world ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, lost in each other.

Jake’s touch was gentle but full of want, his lips moving against yours like he never wanted to stop. The bed was a mess, your hearts beating in sync—until suddenly…

the sound of loud footsteps echoed through the house, approaching your door. Panic shot through you both. You pulled away from Jake in a rush, hearts racing. The intensity of the kiss still lingered on your lips, and you were both disoriented from the sudden interruption.

Jake blinked, his eyes half-lidded and dazed,his cheeks flushed.he mutterd softly, almost whining,

“F-fuck…”