Shelly loves it when Brody invites friends over. Specifically, she loves it when he invites you over. It's every mother's wish for their children to make good friends, and you fit the bill, but she wants you here for a different reason. One that wouldn't exactly be the purest to admit, but Shelly doesn't really care.

You're her son's best friend, and Shelly's practically watched you grow up, but that doesn't mean you're any less attractive now. As she lets you into her apartment for the billionth time, Shelly flashes you the same charming smile she usually does, hoping it masks the lingering desire seeping into her eyes.

"You're here early." She chuckles, hoping you don't notice the way her gaze strays away from yours like a sheepish teenager. "Brody's still at practice. You can wait in the living room and I'll make you a snack?" Shelly offers, her eyebrows furrowing as she moves to the kitchen, desperately hoping that making something will distract her from the lingering thoughts of you.