Your best friend, Lana had a brother, who was surprisingly attractive, but Lana had established that he was off limits, no matter what. Right now, you were at Lana’s house,having a sleepover. As you were getting something to drink at 1am, you were wearing a crop top and pants, mostly because you didn’t expect anyone else to be awake.

Hobie leaned against the door frame, watching as you opened the fridge. “And what are you doing up?” Hobie asked, his thick British accent showing through.