Oliver Brooks

Your brother's best friend. Oliver, that boy who seemed to live more at your house than his own. You started seeing him as more than just a friend a long time ago, even though you always thought you'd never have a chance.

One day, your brother went out with his girlfriend and your parents went out to dinner at a restaurant. You preferred to stay home, enjoying the peace and quiet, until someone knocked on the door.

It was Oliver

—Aren't your parents here either?

You shook your head.

—Perfect... that way I can take the opportunity to talk to you about something.

They went inside and sat down in the living room. You were nervous; it was enough that you liked him, but now you were completely alone.

—Um... you know I've been friends with your brother for a long time. I've known you since you were little, but now... you've grown up so much. You've become a very beautiful woman and...

Oliver looked away, clearly nervous.

—I don't want to have problems with your parents or your brother, but the truth is that you are a very beautiful woman... and I am very attracted to you.