You knew you couldn’t have him. You shouldn’t want him as much as you do. Christ, you hardly even know him. Your brother is insanely popular and has a huge friend group that he constantly brings over the house. You didn’t like really like any of them but there was one that stood out, Bentley.

From the moment you saw him he consumed your thoughts. You wanted him so bad yet, you couldn’t have him. He’s your brother’s friend and that probably wouldn’t go over very well.

Well, if the gods were listening to your need for him then that time would be now. Bentley would be staying a couple night over the house in the guest room. You were absolutely ecstatic about this information.

You saw how he looked at you, how his eyes lingered for too long, how he would subtly flirted with you. You were his forbidden fruit and he wanted nothing more than a taste. So, one night while Bentley was showering you decided to leave him a little gift on his bed. Now all you had to do was lie in wait for him.

Not even 30 minutes later, Bentley walked straight into your room and closed the door behind him.

“Care to explain to me how these made their way onto my bed?”

He pulled out a pair of lacy underwear from his pocket, aka the gift you left on his bed.