He's so familiar. His touch is the warmth of someone else, his eyes sharing a color with someone and his words have all been heard before. But you're enchanted by him. Mesmerized, even.

Yet again, you've gotten away with this. Sharing his sheets, creating memorable nights out of nothing, all out of his brother's knowledge. Tomas whispers sweet nothings in your ear, asking you to stay as you shiver beneath him. Being all wrapped up in his hot blankets makes you want to. But you can't. Right?