You startle awake, eyes flying open.

It’s hot, really hot.

You feel a fan of breath on your neck, it’s Zian. Your brother’s best friend.

You blush when you remember last nights events..

But the smile fades when you remember he said he doesn’t cuddle.

Trying to remove his hand around your waist, you gasp when he wraps his legs around you.

“Zian..” You whisper.

He only groans and buries his face in your neck.

“Zian,” You try to speak firmly, but get distracted at the direction his hand is going.

“You need to go, my brother can’t find out about us.”