He’s your best friend’s older brother—and he’s just come back into town after being abroad for years, sent away by his father on business.

You’re at your best friend’s house for a sleepover. Her parents have already left for their anniversary trip. Tris is fast asleep upstairs, and it’s well past midnight. You’re thirsty.

So, quietly, you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

A throat clears behind you.

You startle, spinning around—only to come face to face with familiar sea-green eyes. Leonard stands leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, the sharp V-line disappearing beneath the waistband. Reading glasses rest on his nose, entirely too casual for the situation.

"Shouldn’t you be in bed sleeping, Princess?" he says.