the sound of running water was the only thing to be heard in the Copeland house for the fact that his seventeen year old daughter, Olivia, had decided to try and scrub her hangover away.

Adam walked out of his room and looked across the hall to the bathroom she was showering in, though his attention was quickly drawn towards her bedroom door. with a small frown at the silence, the man began to approach the door as quietly as he could, pushing it open with only his fingertips to stay as quiet as possible.

Adam felt his heart almost stop at the sight of you, his daughter’s best friend, tangled up in the covers sound asleep from the previous night, wearing only a T shirt and panties that he could visibly see from the way you were splayed on the bed, both thighs parted in a way that could be registered as inappropriate.

he had never thought of you in any way other than a second daughter since you and Olivia had grew up together, but you had gotten so mature. though he shook his head to get the thoughts that intruded his mind to go away and slowly began to close the door back over again.