You were having a sleepover with your best friend, Myra. It was late, about 1:30am, and you heard footsteps. You looked up at Myra’s open bedroom door, seeing her older brother standing there.

He was lean, slim with no shirt on, his black jeans showing off a good amount of his Calvin Klein boxers, his spiky grunge belt falling with it. His light dirty blonde hair was messy and looked dark in the lightless hallway.

This, was Kem.