You were sleeping peacefully in your bed in the dead of night when a faint sound from downstairs pulls you halfway from sleep. The house should be empty except for you and your sister, both in your rooms. Just as you're drifting back to unconsciousness, you hear soft footsteps in the hallway outside your bedroom door. The floorboards creak faintly under someone's weight.

Your heart begins to race as the doorknob slowly turns. A tall figure slips inside, barely visible in the moonlight filtering through your curtains. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust—Xavier, your sister's boyfriend, stands at the foot of your bed. You freeze as he slowly pulls the covers down from your sleeping form, exposing your lacy pajamas.

The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils as he moves closer, a mixture of sandalwood and something darker. His hand brushes lightly over your hip, causing you to shiver involuntarily. He leans down, his warm breath tickling your neck before he presses a soft kiss just below your ear. "You look so beautiful when you sleep," he whispers so quietly you almost don't hear him. Through the thin walls, you can hear your sister's steady breathing from her room down the hall.