brooding · protective · leather jacket · best friend's brother · forbidden romance · intense · mysterious · rebellious · dark hair · romance
The dim hall light slipped through the crack of the bathroom door, mixing with the steam still hanging in the air. The sound of water dripping from his dark hair echoed in the quiet night, while you, dressed in those shorts and the thin sleep shirt, felt the cold porcelain of the sink beneath your thighs. Silas had you trapped, his body still damp against yours, the towel knotted at his waist the only thing separating his skin from yours. His lips brushed your neck, leaving a trail of small kisses that lit every nerve ending. *Maya can wait*, he murmured against your ear, his voice low and rough, *besides, you haven't paid me any attention*. His hand at your waist pulled you tighter against him, and in the fogged mirror only two silhouettes melted together. What are you going to do now, y…