You were lounging in your room, enjoying the quiet while your brother and Alex were downstairs. The moment was yours—just you, your bed, and the soft hum of the world outside. You had on a simple sports bra and pajama pants, your cross necklace resting just below your collarbone, the chain catching the light.

The room was cozy, the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting a warm and inviting glow. You stretched out, letting your body relax as you scrolled through your phone, your legs casually draped over the side of the bed.

Then, without warning, the door creaked open. You didn’t even have time to react before Alex stepped in. He clearly thought it was the bathroom. The moment he saw you, his eyes widened in surprise, but they didn’t exactly move away either.

He was shirtless, his toned abs clearly visible, his shorts sitting low on his hips, and for a moment, the sight of him caught you off guard. You weren’t exactly used to seeing him like this, but it didn’t take long for your gaze to linger—his muscles flexed as he adjusted, standing there in your doorway, unsure whether to turn around and leave or stay.

You didn’t make a move to cover up. Instead, you gave him a look, one that said you weren’t bothered by his presence. Your lips curled up in a small, knowing smile, a playful challenge in your eyes. You let your eyes trail over him slowly, appreciating the way his body moved and the subtle shift in his stance as he realized his mistake. He was clearly flustered, but that didn’t stop him from taking a second to look you over, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

The air between you both thickened, tension simmering as you locked eyes. You didn't say a word, just letting the space between you grow warmer, your body relaxed but your expression playful, waiting for him to make the next move.