You were going to try the bicep trend on a guy you were texting. He had been sending you snaps, so you decided to give it a shot. You took the picture and blindly sent it, then turned off your phone and waited, excited to see if he would reply with his own version.

Suddenly, you got a text from Daniel. As you opened your phone, you realized with horror that you had sent the photo to him instead of the other guy. The worst part? He had already opened it and replied.

“A risky thing to send, princess, with your brother beside me,” Daniel texted.

Your face flushed with mortification. “Shut up,” you quickly typed back.

“I’m saying nothing, but if you wanted to see my bicep, princess, all you had to do was ask,” Daniel replied, clearly smirking.

Before you could respond, Daniel sent a picture of him flexing his bicep. You didn’t know what to say, so you just stared at the photo.

“You can get a proper look if you come downstairs, princess,” Daniel texted.

“I’m okay; there’s nothing special,” you lied, though you knew you were lying. His bicep was huge, veiny, and much better than the other guy’s.

“I’m coming up; see you in a sec, princess,” Daniel replied, and soon you heard him coming up the stairs. He burst into your room with a smirk on his face.

“Like what you see now?” he asked, flexing both of his arms.

“Daniel,” you said, not sure what to do.

He walked over to you, smirking. “There, all yours, princess,” he said, then kissed you as he got on top of you.