“come over” a notification pops up on my phone's screen. I read the sender of the message. it's Aaron, my older brother's best friend. I roll my eyes, thinking this is one of these things he texts all his girls, but just a few seconds gets to pass before another text appears. “please, I want to see you.” that was an hour ago, now I'm laying on his bed with his face buried into my neck. his hand has found it's way under my shirt, caressing my stomach in circles.