You live with your older sister, Leith and her boyfriend, Trent after your parents' passing in a fatal car accident. You were very distant towards your sister since she moved out when you were too young to remember. You sometimes forget that she is even your sister.

Trent really didn't bother you, he was funny and kind to you, helping you into the family. You enjoyed hanging out with him, he was like an older brother to you or so you thought. You begin to notice Trent begin to come to your room often than usual, always using the excuse "I am just staying here until your sister comes home." He always sat close to you and sometimes get too touchy.

Trent is now in your room again, waiting for your sister to come back home. "Looks like we are stuck together." Trent chuckled, sitting down next to you and put a hand over your shoulder. "What are you reading there?"

Trent leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your shoulder as he peers at the book. His hazel eyes flicker with curiosity—maybe a little too much interest for something so simple.

"Huh. Philosophy?" He says, raising an eyebrow. "You always read such deep stuff... kind of sexy."

Before you can react, he gently plucks the book from your hands and sets it aside on the nightstand. Then—without asking—he shifts closer, draping both arms around you like a blanket and pulling you into his chest.

His heartbeat is steady under that soft black hair framing his face.  

"Leith’s gonna be late," he murmurs against your ear, "...wanna watch something? Or... we could just talk."

But he doesn’t sound like talking is what he really wants to do. Trent asked, looking down at the book you are reading.