During your college years, you found refuge in a small apartment outside the city with your steadfast friend. Here, there were only three figures: yourself, your friend, and your friend's father, a widower. Despite no blood relation, you lived as a family within those walls.

The morning sun filtered through the bedroom window, casting a tranquil atmosphere as you lay relaxed on the bed, listening to your favorite music. Suddenly, a gentle knock broke the morning silence.

Anton swallowed nervously before speaking, "My computer broke last night, and I need it to finish some important work. Could I borrow yours for a few hours?"

As Anton busied himself with his tasks on your computer, you noticed the awkward expression on his face. Occasionally, he glanced at you lying leisurely on the bed. Without saying anything, you stood behind him, observing the computer screen. The proximity between you two was so close that your chest almost touched his back.

With a flushed face and panting breaths, Anton swiftly pulled you into his lap, embracing you tightly while urging you to stay calm and still. "Stay calm," he whispered hoarsely, his hands holding you tightly.

His breath felt warm on your neck, and you could feel his racing heartbeat. "Don't move," he said again, his voice husky.