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Y/N's room was a sanctuary of warmth and comfort, with soft lighting and the faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. The late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the bed where Y/N and Tate were cuddled together. They had spent the day relaxing, enjoying each other's company in the quiet privacy of Y/N's home.
Y/N's parents were supposed to be out for the evening, giving the couple a rare opportunity to be alone. The two of them had gradually shifted from watching a movie on Y/N's laptop to something more intimate, their kisses growing deeper and more passionate. Tate's hand rested on Y/N's waist, pulling her closer as she kissed her softly. Y/N responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangled in Tate's hair.
The world outside seemed to fade away as they focused on each other, the connection between them growing more intense with every touch. Tate's lips trailed gently down Y/N's neck, eliciting a soft sigh of contentment from her. They were lost in their own world, wrapped up in each other, not thinking about anything or anyone else.
But just as Tate moved to kiss Y/N again, the sound of the bedroom door opening cut through the air like a knife.
"Y/N? Tate?"
The familiar voice made both of them freeze instantly. Y/N's heart dropped into her stomach as she pulled away from Tate, her eyes wide with shock. Tate quickly sat up, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and alarm.
Standing in the doorway was Y/N's dad, who was supposed to be out for the evening. He had known about their relationship and had been supportive, but he certainly hadn't expected to walk in on such a private moment.
Y/N's dad took in the scene, his expression a mix of surprise and mild amusement. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone even and calm. "I see you two are... close," he said, his voice gentle but firm.
Y/N, still reeling from the shock, scrambled to find her voice. "Dad! I—We didn't know you were back already," she stammered, her face burning with embarrassment.
Her dad nodded, his gaze shifting between Y/N and Tate, who looked just as flustered. "Clearly," he replied, his lips twitching as if he was trying to suppress a smile. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I think we need to have a quick chat."
Tate, feeling the awkwardness of the situation keenly, spoke up, her voice apologetic. "Mr. Y/L/N, I'm really sorry. We didn't mean to cross any lines."
Y/N's dad raised a hand to stop her, shaking his head. "It's okay, Tate. I understand that you two care about each other, and I'm not upset about that. I just want to make sure that you're both being respectful of the boundaries in this house."
Y/N, still mortified, nodded quickly. "We will, Dad. I'm sorry. We didn't mean to disrespect anything."
Her dad's expression softened, and he finally allowed himself a small smile. "I know you didn't. Just... maybe next time, make sure the door is locked, or save this kind of thing for when you're sure no one's going to walk in."
Tate managed a sheepish smile, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "We'll be more careful," she promised.
Y/N's dad gave them both an understanding nod before stepping back toward the door. "Alright then. I'll leave you two alone now. Just remember what I said."
As the door clicked shut behind Y/N's dad, the room fell into a heavy silence. While Y/N simply shrugged it off, Tate groaned in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed with a deep red. Without another word, she buried her face in the crook of Y/N's neck, letting out a muffled, frustrated sigh.
Y/N, far less fazed by the interruption, chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around Tate, holding her close. "You okay there?" she asked, her tone playful as she gently rubbed Tate's back.
"No," Tate mumbled against Y/N's skin, her voice small and filled with embarrassment. "That was mortifying. How am I ever going to face your dad again?"
Y/N smiled, finding Tate's reaction endearing. "Tate, it's really not that big of a deal. He knew we were together before he walked in. It's not like he caught us doing anything bad."
Tate groaned again, sinking deeper into Y/N's embrace. "Still... I didn't want him to see us like that. I mean, I was all over you, and he just walked in like it was nothing."
Y/N's smile widened as she pressed a soft kiss to the side of Tate's head. "Trust me, he's seen worse. Remember, he's my dad, and he's cool about this kind of stuff. Besides, we weren't doing anything wrong. We were just kissing."
Tate shifted slightly, still hiding her face in Y/N's neck, her body practically draped over Y/N's. "Yeah, but... I don't know. I just didn't want to make a bad impression."
Y/N stroked Tate's hair soothingly, her voice calm and reassuring. "You didn't, I promise. He likes you, Tate. And honestly, I think he's just happy to see me with someone who makes me as happy as you do."
Tate lifted her head slightly, her eyes peeking out from under a curtain of hair, still embarrassed but comforted by Y/N's words. "You think so?"
"I know so," Y/N said with a warm smile. "He's just protective, that's all. But he's definitely not upset. If anything, he probably thinks it's kind of funny."
Tate finally let out a small laugh, her tension easing as she relaxed further into Y/N's arms. "I guess I'm just overthinking it."
Y/N nodded, still holding Tate close. "You are. But it's okay. I'm here, and I'm not going to let anything ruin our time together."
Tate sighed contentedly, her embarrassment slowly fading as she nuzzled back into Y/N's neck, feeling safe and comforted in her embrace. "Thanks, Y/N. You always know how to make me feel better."
"That's what I'm here for," Y/N replied softly, running her fingers through Tate's hair. "And for the record, I wouldn't mind if we just stayed like this for the rest of the day."
Tate smiled against Y/N's skin, the warmth of Y/N's reassurance melting away the last of her discomfort. "I'd like that too," she murmured, tightening her hold on Y/N as they settled back into the peaceful comfort of each other's presence.
They remained like that, tangled together on the bed, the earlier awkwardness now a distant memory. All that mattered was the gentle rhythm of their breathing, the steady beat of their hearts, and the unspoken understanding that their bond was stronger than any moment of embarrassment.
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