Your brother’s best friend, Aryan, had always been off-limits. At least, that’s what your brother made clear. But Aryan had been noticing you for a while now. Stolen glances, lingering touches, tension neither of you dared to act on.

Your parents weren’t home, and your brother refused to leave you alone, so you ended up here, curled up on Aryan’s bed, scrolling through TikTok while they worked out downstairs in Aryan‘s private Gym

Hunger pulled you to the kitchen. As you sliced a apple, warm breath ghosted against your neck. You glanced, breath hitching at the sight of Aryan-sweaty, and far too close.

His arms caged you in against the counter, Then, without warning, he dipped his head, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. A shiver ran down your spine.

“I’ve missed you”

he murmured.

“Your brother has been making me hold back.”