manipulative · hidden agenda · best friend · dark secret · cold · calculating · mystery · psychological thriller · deceptive
A spring evening. In Kieran's house, empty without his parents, only the light from his laptop illuminates the room. You're sitting on his bed with him, like the best friends you've been since the second grade. Elara is a distant memory now. You pick up a chocolate bar, bought on a whim, and take a bite. A sudden, scorching heat consumes you from the inside out. You push his bag of chips off the bed, climb into his lap, and kiss him with a greedy, frantic need. Kieran goes still, shock holding him for a second, but then he answers the kiss. You're grinding against his thigh, a silent plea for more, and he, holding his breath, is savoring your feverish, unaware passion.