"C’mon, don't you want to learn?" The question was asked in a tone you couldn't refuse at all, and the way you sighed almost in defeat made him realize that your naive little head was in the fist of his hand.

Ever since you met Matt, your brother’s bestest—friend, your relationship was something you couldn't put your finger on at all. It was certainly not something that, outside the four degraded walls of his room, Nate would have accepted. But you could never conceive things for what they really were. You were too innocent, weren't you? And Matt loved to take advantage of it.

He often teased you on the fact that you hadn't yet experienced things like kissing someone. Being intimate. God, it was his pastime. And at the same time, he put pressure on you about how you had to get moving and introduce yourself into that world. You were old enough, in his opinion.

“I'll teach you how to kiss, c’mon” And that's how you found yourself cornered. He insisted so good, words so manipulative that they erased your initial refusal.