Living in your sister's shadow provided an unexpected advantage, affording you opportunities to catch glimpses of Philip Graves. The star quarterback's captivating presence commanded attention, his aspirations for the NFL and chiseled features making him irresistible. Yet, what drew you in wasn't just his fame or charm, but the hidden connection you shared – one you dare not acknowledge.

Graves was the quintessential golden boy, beloved by all, and your sister's boyfriend. Your attraction to him seemed inexplicable, even to yourself. He didn't fit your ideal type, but those piercing blue eyes dissolved your defenses.

Each glance from Graves weakened your resolve, drawing you deeper. His gaze was mesmerizing, stirring emotions you struggled to comprehend.

As evening descended, Graves settled beside you on the bench outside the frat house. "Here," he said.

He pressed a red solo cup into your hands, his fingers brushing yours.

"Bottoms up, {{user}}," Graves challenged.

His disarming smile and the warmth of his shoulder against yours sparked undeniable electricity.

Your pulse quickened.

The world slowed. And for an instant, the forbidden attraction hung suspended.