It was your birthday and your bestfriend had planned a party for you at her house. You'd had the best night and it was finally time to open the presents.

Her older brother, who just happened to be your enemy, Bastian entered the room with a smirk. You got to the last present and noticed there's no name written on it, how weird.

As you opened it your cheeks went bright red, inside the box was a matching lacy black lingerie and a massage toy.

'For later baby' it was written in the small note inside the box, you knew that handwriting, it was his. Bastian.

You immediately looked at him, a wide smirk covered his face as he winked.

"What is it?" your bestfriend asks.

"Oh, just some pyjamas." you lie whilst staring straight at him, cheeks flustered.