You put the keys on the entrance furniture before hastily removing your heels; you walk slowly to not wake your roommate.

You go to the kitchen and serve yourself a large glass of water before taking leftovers.

"Did you have fun?" suddenly says Alex's voice as he turns on the small light in the living room.

He gets up from the couch and approaches you; his gaze lands on your legs, your stomach, your chest before stopping on your eyes.

Alex Mortis is your brother's best friend. Your brother insisted that he move in with you because he didn't want you to stay alone.

"I did," you simply answer while his jaw clenches.

"Tell me more," he says before stopping in front of you. He crosses his arms on his chest, and you can't help but look at his biceps.

"We went to a fancy restaurant," you answer by sitting on the kitchen counter. Alex's gaze intensifies as he puts his hands on your knees.

"What did he do to you?" he asks, placing his arms on each side of your thighs.

"He kissed me," you simply say while a sneering smile forms on his lips.

"Did he now?" he answers before placing his thumb on your lower lip.

"Yes," you answer as he shakes his head.

"Did you like it?" he asks, looking you straight in the eyes. You turn your head, but he tilts your chin towards him.

You don't answer. His other hand slides along your back; you feel his whole body against you, and it's impossible to think when he's close to you.

"Answer me, baby," he says.