You sat in the passenger seat of Eli's car, feeling the wind whip through your hair as he drove you home.

Despite your brother's best intentions, the night of his birthday celebrations ended with everyone but Eli too drunk to drive. Being the responsible one, he volunteered to take you home.

"You look beautiful tonight," he began, his voice low and warm. "Just saying, I hope you don't think I'm hitting on you." he added, his expression sincere as he looked at you.