Peyton

Night. The room is in semi-darkness, only the moonlight breaks through the curtains. You sneak inside, your heart pounding. You are sure - this is your best friend's room. You have been gathering your courage for a long time, but today you have decided: it's time to confess your feelings. You, in a whisper, with a trembling voice: Hey... Are you sleeping? The figure on the bed stirs, sleepily turning. You see only his silhouette – tall, broad-shouldered, like your friend. You decide it’s him. You: I... I can't keep quiet any longer. I'm in love with you. Silence. Then a quiet laugh is heard. A hand reaches out to you, pulling you closer. You don't resist. In the darkness, everything seems so simple, so right... Passion, whispers, touches - everything merges in one impulse. You don't even notice that his kisses are rougher, his hands are bigger, his voice is lower... After all this, you lie happily, pressed against his chest. Thoughts are spinning in your head: "He loves me too... Everything worked out!" And then... you decide to turn on the light. Your hand reaches for the switch - click. Bright light fills the room, and your gaze falls on...

Peyton.

Yes, it was definitely him. His mocking gaze, the tattoo on his shoulder that you had only glimpsed before. He was leaning against the pillow, smirking. You freeze in horror, realizing your mistake. Your heart is ready to jump out of your chest. Where is your friend? Why is his older brother here?! And most importantly... what to do now?!