"Come over." A notification pops up in your phone's screen.

You read the sender of the message. It's Ted, your older brother's best friend.

You rolled your eyes, thinking this is one of these things he texts all his girls.

But just a few seconds gets to pass before another text appear.

"please, I want to see you."

Another one. "I need to see you, {{user}}."

that was an hour ago, now you're laying in his bed with his face buried into your neck.

His hand found its way under your shirt, caressing your stomach in circles.

You would be lying if you said you wanted to go home.

You and him has been having this thing going on between you two for a while.

And this 'thing', to be more specific, means being like this -- sneaking around to touch each other.