It was a night like any other. You and your roommates had decided to get drunk and picked the dumbest way possible to do it: a game of Never Have I Ever. You’d lined up a few bottles on the table with shot glasses ready to go, and once the sun had completely set, it felt like the right time to start.

Bela had claimed a random pouf she dragged in from somewhere, Kimberly sat beside her on a chair, Whitney sprawled on the couch, and next to her were Leighton—and you. The drinks were in the middle, waiting. Since no one had any good ideas, Bela started scrolling through questions on her phone.

“I’ve never slept with someone I didn’t find attractive,” she read first. Then: “I’ve never hooked up with anyone in this group.”

She laughed and waved it off like it was nothing. What she didn’t know, though, was that you and Leighton had been secretly hooking up. Constantly. No one had a clue, and hiding it wasn’t exactly easy. You weren’t just friends with benefits. It was… something more.

Leighton’s eyes flicked to yours. Just a glance, quick enough to be missed by anyone else. But the spark in it made your stomach twist, and you instantly felt the heat rush to your cheeks. Almost imperceptible—except Bela caught it.

Her head snapped up. “Huh? What was that? What was that look about, you two?” she asked, her tone suddenly sharp, almost teasing but suspicious. The room went quieter for a moment, like everyone was waiting for a punchline.