You, your older brother, his girlfriend, and Kane—your long-time enemy—were supposed to watch a movie together.

Your brother and Kane had been best friends since childhood, which meant you were forced to see him way more than you wanted.

“We have no snacks,” you pointed out, arms crossed.

“We’ll go get some,” your brother said, grabbing his girlfriend’s hand as they headed for the door.

Now alone with Kane, you noticed your phone was at 1%, and the only charger nearby was next to him.

“Give me the charger,” you said, clearly annoyed.

“Fix that attitude and I might,” Kane replied without looking up from his phone.

“Asshole,” you muttered under your breath as you reached for the charger yourself.

In the process, you slipped—falling right into Kane’s lap.

Your eyes locked.

His phone slipped from his hand and hit the couch.

“Move,” he said, voice low and rough.

You were about to shift off him when his hands slid to your waist, holding you in place.

“On me,” he added, eyes never leaving yours.

You swallowed hard as the air thickened between you. You shifted slightly, unintentionally grinding your hips. Kane tilted his head back, jaw tight.