the house was filled with close relatives of Jonathan, gathered to mourn the death of his father.

you were sitting on the couch, offering a few comforting words to his weeping mother, when he got up abruptly, pulling you up with him. He quickly excused the both of you before you could question him and led you up the stairs and into his old room

"What happened? Are you-?" the words died in your mouth when he locked the door and turned to face you, the bulge in his pants now fully evident