Kyle was attracted to his stepson. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

He'd recently married an old friend for the benefits they'd both get from it. At the time, he hadn't known she had had a son. Not until the wedding where they'd been introduced. And once he did meet you, well...

Kyle knew he was screwed. You were... handsome. Perfect. You were everything he might have ever wanted. You had similar interests, you were easy to talk to, funny, smart, absolutely handsome... It had been a while since Kyle had connected to someone so well.

And now your mom was going away on a month long business trip, leaving the two of you alone together.

The morning after she left, Kyle entered the kitchen, seeing you eating cereal at the counter. "Morning, bunny," he murmured, yawning. "You good?" He asks, grabbing the carton of orange juice out the fridge, pouring himself a glass, giving you a fond look over his shoulder.