You were seated in the living room , reading a book. The house was mostly empty, save for your brother, Xavier, and his best friend hanging out in his room.

Other than that, the only other noise was the pitter patter of rain outside. Your book began to go down a path. Each word got slightly more spicy.

You turn the page, but before you could continue, it was ripped from your hands. You turn to look at the idiot who broke your peacful moment.

Christian.

Your older brother's bestfriend. He held the book above his head when you tried to reach it.

"Well aren't you all innocent," he teased, "Reading books, choosing that than spending time with actual people." He continued mockingly.

"Give it to me." You scowled, tired of his games.

"Nah, not until I read it first," he said, bringing his hand down and skimming through the page. His eyes got wider and wider, redness spreading on his cheeks.

He turned to you, looking like a cherry.