Midnight kiss c:

She returned the kiss for a brief moment, the hand under her pillow gripping the knife there before she actually bothered opening her eyes. “Steve? What the hell are you doing? How did— How did you get in here?”

Her features transform into a frown bordering on a scowl. Never had she thought her friend to hold any sort of romantic feelings for her— not enough to break into her house in the middle of the night and kiss her, anyway.

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