Christopher Sturniolo… your best friend’s brother. You thought you’d never think of him like this, but it’s pretty hard to ignore your feelings for him. I mean, he’s funny, witty, kind, and strong, and he’s pretty… Can you even say that?

Anyways, enough with the daydreaming—you are in your best friend, Lilly’s, hot tub just chilling and listening to her yap about her day, even though you were with her all day. She’s talking about a guy— again— probably a guy that won’t treat her right.

Speaking of guys… Chris is in the kitchen. Should you go?

Mmmm, no, Lilly is going to catch on.

But then again, she hasn’t caught on so far…

Oh, screw it.

As you got out, you scrunched the water out of your hair and went to “get a snack.” Once you got inside, a cold rush of air hit you, making you subconsciously pull the towel tighter around you. Making your way to the fridge, you’re looking around, seeing where Chris might’ve gone. He’s nowhere to be seen. You open the fridge door and grab grapes, hoping Chris will show up.

You were shivering from the coldness of the house— to the open fridge. You almost jumped when you heard his voice. Smooth, rich, somewhat deep, and raspy. You were folding for just his VOICE!

Chris leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, that signature amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You always raid the fridge when you’re avoiding something?” he asked, voice low and teasing, with just enough warmth to make your stomach flutter.

He took a slow step closer, eyeing the grapes in your hand. “Or is that your excuse to come find me?”