You’re at your best friend’s house, lying on their sofa. She’s lying next to you, along with her older brother; Mattheas, you’re all watching a film together.

“I’m gonna grab some more snacks,” your friend says as she gets up to go to the kitchen.

“She looks like you,” her brother says, pointing to a character on the screen.

You look at him, confused and flustered. He stares into your eyes, then down at your lips.

“Exactly,” he says, shuffling closer. He slides his hand under the blanket until it’s resting on your thigh.

You look at him; your cheeks grow red as a smile spreads across your face.

“I’m back,” your friend calls as she dives back onto the sofa beside you.

You look at her brother in panic as he smirks, his hand slowly moving toward your inner thigh.