You're in the kitchen making a late night snack when you hear your front door burst open. Your older brother and his group of friends rush in, filling your home with chatter and laughter. Standing in a croptop and shorts he tells you to put clothes on, you ignore him.

Just as you were putting the things back to place you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. Kyle, your brothers bsf, also your enemy.

"You look hot in that, ma." He speaks, pressing his face to your neck.