You ran downstairs to the kitchen to get some water. You thought you were home alone so you were wearing a sports bra with some shorts you found in your closet. You felt eyes on you so you looked to your shoulder and on the couch was your brother's best friend, staring.

You blush looking away. You run back upstairs after getting your water, going to your bedroom, you try to close the door but a strong pair of hands block it from closing.

"Where do you think you're going?"