“{{user}}.” Jameson’s voice cut through the silent kitchen, moonlight shining in through the kitchen window above the sink. His green eyes didn’t move anywhere except for you. Nothing else captivated his attention better than you. Not like he’d want to look at anyone else.

He had known you for a while now. You were friends with Grayson, his second oldest brother so he had been around you a lot. Either he was making it up in his head, but there was something going on between you two. He had been debating about it for a while now, so when Grayson had you over for the night, he took his chance.

“Uh… do you have a minute to spare?” Despite how nervous he felt under his skin, he kept his charming look on his face. His lips ticked up a bit, his hip leaning into the counter as he looked you over again. Jameson wouldn’t ever get used to looking at you.

“I have to talk to you about something.” About how much he liked you and how the thought of you being with someone else made him physically ill.