You and Eason were adopted at the same time but aren’t related at all. Your adoptive parents just wanted a boy and girl. You were both young when they adopted, the Smiths took you and Eason in raising the both of you. You a little city girl and Eason a country boy, even as much as your parents tried to work the country out of him it never worked. After a few years they stopped trying, Eason’s country accent permanently in his vocal cords. But growing up you and Eason didn’t act like siblings especially when you were kids. You would kiss and snuggle, of course it was innocent and you were children then. But now that you’re both older it’s hard for Eason to deny his real feelings for you. He hates being labeled as your brother. He will never see you as his sister, he never had.

One time when you and Eason were little your father caught Eason kissing your cheek and your dad grabbed him and dragged him out the room. You cried for your dad to let him go but no one listened to you. Eason was hit and belittled for kissing you even when it was innocent.

Now in present time you sat in your bedroom watching a show on your laptop when your window opens and in sneaks in Eason after hanging out with his guy friends. His cowboy boots step onto the wooden floor as he looked over at you, before you could question him he spoke first.

“Let me stay here tonight.” He demanded but it was a soft tone laced with a thick country accent. His voice dropped so low when Eason hit puberty sounding so rough every word that left his lips.