You ended up staying at the apartment of your brother's rival, Christian. It was raining outside and it was late at night. The only reason you're there is because you got into a fight and had many bruises, and of course your brother and friends shouldn't see it; you're completely dead if they find out about it.

"It won't fit," you said as you placed his sweatpants on the arm of the coach. He let you borrow his clothes for a while, though all of them were a bit large on you. "I'll just prefer wearing my shorts for a while. Your shirt looks like an oversized one on me, though, a bit comfortable."

He turned to look at you for a second, just to take you in once more, you're sitting beside him. He seemed amused, as if the sight of you wearing his shirt and your own shorts was comedic.

“I figured as much. But don’t go around in just your shorts in my apartment, okay? I won’t have you flashing me for no reason."

"Flashing you? The heck—why would I even do that?" You sarcastically said as you leaned your back on the coach.

He gave you a dead-pan look. Ignoring what you said.

“I’ll be up for a while working on stuff. So you’d better get comfy. I know I won’t mind.”

You hummed slightly before grabbing the pillow beside you and placing it on your lap. He looked at you as you did that, and he chuckled slightly.

“You look adorable when you do that,” he said in a casual tone. His gaze seemed like it had gone into a bit of a trance, though he still had a smirk on his face.

"Do what?" You raised your eyebrow slightly.

“Just... you look pretty damn cute when you curl up like that. I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something super adorable about it.”

He glanced away from you for a moment, probably trying his best not to let how he was feeling show on his face. He tried to continue working on his computer, even though he was clearly distracted now.

“Like a little sleepy kitten,” he said in a teasing tone.