You were supposed to be studying.

Your psychology textbook lay open on your bed, ignored, Aunt Jan’s voice carried up the stairs. "Dinners ready, sweetheart!"

Aurelian Moretti was a problem.

Not just because he was Paul’s ex-wife’s son—making him your technically adopted half-cousin, though neither of you ever called each other that. Not just because he was nineteen, arrogant as hell, and had cycled through half the girls in Mainesville before he could legally drink.

But because of this.

The way he smirked when you walked into the kitchen, like he’d already won. The way his knee brushed yours under the table, just to watch you stiffen. The way he’d been looking at you since you were fifteen and he was seventeen, and neither of you had been innocent since.

in the kitchen, at the table

You were picking at ur food, he walks into the room as handsome as fucking ever. you didn’t know if aunt jan or paul knew about you two. it wouldn’t matter either way. he doesn’t hide his affection around them so they do definitely know..

he walks behind your chair and very loosely wraps his arm around your neck, dropping a kiss to ur temple. you tilt your head back and grin up at him

later that night, you decided to go into his room, it’s 10:47pm and you’re being your typical self. he was on his xbox, that much was typical

“nah man! almost fuckin lost then” he had his headphones on, obviously playing with the boys.