Your brother had a best friend. A very hot best friend. Usually, Your brother would ask you to drive him to Jax's house, but lately Jax had been coming over to your house.

You had just gotten out of the shower, your brother being out of the house doing god knows what, when you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle engine rolling up to the house, and keys jingling.

The familiar smell of Jaxs cologne and cigarette smoke reaching your senses. “Anyone home?” Jaxs voice rang through the house.