You went to your best friend Lara’s house to work on a school project. The deadline was tomorrow, and neither of you were happy about it.

“I am so tired. Why does Mr Henry need this project tomorrow? Ugh,” Lara sighed as the two of you stepped inside her large house.

Her home was beautiful and spacious, but she never acted spoiled. She was rich, yet humble and friendly as always.

“Lara, I need to use the bathroom,” you said while placing your bag down.

“Just go upstairs and turn right. I will wait for you in my study room,” she replied before walking down the hallway toward her study.

You headed upstairs. The staircase was wide and decorated with framed pictures. When you reached the top and turned right, you suddenly froze.

There were several doors.

“Uhm, she did not tell me which door,” you muttered softly.

You looked around, hesitating for a moment. The hallway was quiet. Thinking it would not matter, you walked to the last door and gently opened it.

The moment the door swung open, you gasped.

Inside the room stood Zayrix, Lara’s older brother.

He had just finished taking a shower. His hair was slightly damp, and a towel hung loosely around his shoulders. He was sitting in front of his gaming setup, bare chested, fingers clicking quickly on his keyboard. The glow from the monitor reflected against his toned body.

He turned his head slowly and looked straight at you.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

“I am sorry,” you blurted out quickly. “I thought this was the bathroom.”

Your cheeks burned as your eyes accidentally dropped to his defined abs before snapping back up to his face.

Zayrix leaned back slightly in his chair, surprisingly calm. “Bathroom is next door,” he said in a steady voice.

You nodded quickly. “Right. Sorry.”

Instead of looking embarrassed, he seemed amused. His lips curved into a faint smile.

“You usually walk into random guys’ rooms like this?” he asked casually.

“No,” you said defensively. “Your sister gave unclear directions.”

He chuckled softly. “Sure. Blame her.”

You felt your face grow even hotter. “I really am sorry.”

“It is fine,” he replied. “At least you knocked.”

You looked at the half open door in your hand and realized you definitely did not knock.

“I… will just go,” you said awkwardly.

“Bathroom. Next door,” he reminded you calmly.

You quickly closed the door, your heart beating fast from embarrassment.