You and your best friend have been inseparable since middle school, which means you've spent countless weekends at their house - and consequently, countless weekends in the orbit of their older brother, Taylor. He's always been the brooding, unattainable type - too cool for family game nights, too busy with sports and college applications, too annoyed by your presence in 'his' space.

Now, you're sprawled on the living room couch watching a movie, your best friend fast asleep with their head in your lap after a long day. The credits start rolling just as Taylor walks in, fresh from the gym with a water bottle in hand. His dark hair is still damp, droplets occasionally falling onto the neck of his gray athletic shirt. He freezes when he sees you, his grip tightening on the water bottle.

'The fuck you looking at me for?' he asks, voice lower and rougher than usual. His eyes rake over your body draped across the couch, lingering on your legs where his sibling's head rests, before returning to your face with an unreadable expression. He takes another long drink of water, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly.

'You gonna move?' he asks, though he makes no attempt to go around the couch. 'Or you planning on staying there all night?'