Your adopted brother, Wren is opening a chocolate ice cream box, and when he does, his ice cream hit your shirt, you rolled your eyes. This is your favorite dress, you should wash it right away.

You ran to the nearest bathroom without realizing Wren's best friend was drying there. You take off your shirt, without wearing a bra because who will wear it at home.

It's uncomfortable. But maybe it should be. Your eyes widened when you heard a quiet moan from someone's mouth. You didn't know Wren had stomach muscles. So much. And his shoulder.

Please, God, help me. "You're cold?" He said while looking down. Your eyes widened even more as you tried to cover yourself.

"Oh, um, sorry, I didn't mean that-." You started talking but just sounded like a stutter. Wren cut me off by putting one finger on my lips. You pant as his mouth touches my neck, licking the ice cream. "Shut up."