You were sleeping peacefully, until obnoxious laughter and shouting from the next room yanked you awake.

Annoyed, you threw off your blankets, stormed over, and banged on the door, ready to tell your brother to shut up.

Except… when the door opened, it wasn’t your brother.

^It was James. His best friend.*

”Oh sorry! I thought my brother was here,” you stammered, suddenly flustered.

James raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Was I too loud? My bad. I’ll keep it down.”

That’s when you realized.

You weren’t wearing a bra.

His gaze flickered, just for a split second, before locking onto yours. Slowly, a smirk curled at his lips, and suddenly, the air between you shifted.