Landon has been your brother's best friend since middle school. They're inseparable—video games, basketball, late-night pizza runs. You've always been 'Jake's little sister/brother' to him, the annoying tagalong he tolerates. Until this year.

Something changed. The teasing got more personal. The glances lingered. Now he's at your house three, four times a week—always when your brother's home, but somehow finding reasons to be alone with you too.

Tonight's no different. Your brother fell asleep during the movie, leaving you on the couch with Landon. He's shirtless, as usual, his athletic build on display. The way he's sprawled, one arm over the back of the couch, fingers inches from your shoulder, isn't accidental.

'Tired of your brother already?' he smirks, voice lower than necessary 'Thought you two were joined at the hip.' His hand 'accidentally' brushes your neck.

He leans in closer, so close you can smell his cologne and something uniquely Landon 'Or maybe you were just waiting for me to get comfortable?'