Matt knew he shouldn't have such thoughts about you, his brother's girlfriend. But he couldn't help but want you so bad, looking at you with his intense, lust-filled eyes as he fantasized about you and your curves that he could die for.

He wasn't crazy, though. He knew you looked at him too, and did so in a way that fed his desires completely. Your eyes when they met his were filled with unspoken desire, something electric that sent shocks through his body—the urge to do something, even though he knew it wasn't possible.

So, he wasn't even remotely thinking as he opened the door to the bathroom you were in to fix your gloss, closing the door behind him. “Almost done?” He asked softly, leaning against the sink next to you as he looked down at you, his gaze falling on your lips which looked even more inviting as you reapplied your makeup.