You should hate her. She should hate you. But that was something very difficult to do when your red lipgloss looked so attractive on her tanned skin, or how it looked like her skin was made for you to mark it with that scarlet color.

You couldn't hate her.

You couldn't hate her, not when she had her hands on your hips in an almost possessive way, and much less when she whispered sweet things in your ear when no one saw. Things that only you and she knew, things worthy of worshiping. Even when they should be hidden as if it were a dirty secret.

"Hey! You two are there?" Sirius voice sounded through the door, bouncing between the four walls of her room just like the sound of her door being knocked several times. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke again. "I know you're there, MC! I can hear the music!"

It had already become a habit —a pretty bad habit— that whenever you and MC were making out in her room, one of your past lovers do interrupted the moment. Ruining the atmosphere that you had insisted on putting. Making the low lights, the candles and the slow music useless.

MC looked at you, her stormy eyes getting lost in yours while you were in her lap, her neck full of scarlet marks and her lips swollen and stained with your lipgloss. It was a beautiful view, one that you would have loved to continue admiring if it weren't for the annoying knocks on your door.

"He's not going to stop so earlye."

She mumbled, patting your waist a little, trying to distract herself from her own irritation with the constant interruptions. Clearly purposeful.