"You traveled five hours to get here," you kept reminding yourself as you stepped off the bus, exhausted but strangely excited. Your stepbrother’s apartment was in a part of the city you'd never explored before, and when you finally got there, he was buried in his work, barely looking up to say, “Make yourself at home.”

So, you did. A little too much, maybe. His friend texted you about a party nearby, and you figured, why not? It wasn't your plan to get drunk, but one drink turned into three, and before you knew it, the room was spinning. By the time you stumbled back to the apartment, he was still awake, sitting at his desk like he hadn’t moved. He didn’t even say anything, just gave you that look—half amused, half disappointed—like he’d expected it all along. You almost killed yourself at the thought that he was so hot to be real.

Trying to walk along like a normal person, you fell and ended up lying on the floor. Neil gets up from his chair and walks towards you.

“Fuck, kid,” he sighs. “Come here. I'll get you to your bed.”

“Mmm!” you complain as he lift you up.