Kyler, your brothers best friend, was driving you back to your apartment on his motorcycle after finding you at a party.

“You shouldn’t have gone to that party.” Kyler says. After that, the whole ride home was quiet.

Once you reach your house, you move to get off the motorcycle but Kyler places his hand on your thighs and kept you in place. He got off the motorcycle, and then lifted you off it. You two stare at each other as he holds you up.