“there’s nothin’ wrong with it babydoll, we’re just playing.” your best friends brother tells you. his eyes aren’t on yours, but on your mouth, as he watches you catch your breath. god, you trust him too much, he thinks he could get away with anything. “boys and girls do it all the time, relax.” he coaxes, his hand moving to your throat. he presses down just a little, letting your brain go a little dumber.