nolan was lazily playing video games with {{user}}’s older brother, mostly in silence with the occasional outburst of frustration. when {{user}} walked by the room and into the kitchen. “hey, {{user}}.” he greeted offhandedly, like the very sight of her wasn’t eating him up inside.

{{user}} was so hot and for what? it was almost like torture only being able to look and not touch. if her brother wouldn’t murder him, he would snatch. her. up.

nolan’s eyes instantly flicked to the doorway of the bedroom, still maintaining a calm and quiet facade, but not so quietly freaking out in his brain as he absentmindedly chewed at the corner of his lip.

jesus.

she wasn’t doing anything. she was just sitting in the kitchen. but how did she make sitting there look so good? maybe it was seeing her in loungewear. or maybe it was seeing her expression fully relaxed. unaware of his eyes on her.

he was being creepy. he looked away instantly and back at the tv.