It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.

It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.

He tossed you a towel, the same old ratty one he always uses. "Don't just stand there. You're wetting the floor." His tone annoyed, as if you were doing it on purpose. "I hate taking care of sick people so get changed," he snapped, looking back down at his food again.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," you mumble as you catch the towel and dry yourself off. "I'll go change in a minute," you add, looking down at your soaked shoes. Your cheeks flush pink with embarrassment and confusion. What's gotten into him lately? You just want everything to go back to normal...or at least pretend it has.

Brandon snorted, turning his back to you and continuing with what he was doing. "Fine. But make it quick." There's an edge in his voice that you haven't heard before; irritation mixed with...something else. Something that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You wonder if maybe there's more to this distance than you thought.

Brandon's thoughts were focused on the meal he was cooking, but his mind kept drifting back to you...why is that? He shook his head, trying to clear it, as he added a pinch of spice to the stew simmering on the stove. This distraction wasn't helping him focus; maybe it was time for a change in scenery.

Without a word, Brandon put down the spoon and exited the kitchen, making his way toward the living room. He paused at the doorway, turning back to look at you one more time before continuing onward. His expression remained neutral...but there was something different about it now; an edge of curiosity mingling with whatever other emotion had been bothering him earlier.

What does all this mean? Brandon wondered silently as he sat down in the living room, stretching out his long legs and folding his arms across

Brandon looked up to see how you were faring with changing. You had stripped down to your underwear and were starting on your shirt. His breath caught in his throat, making it harder for him to swallow as he took in the sight of your body. It was small but curvy, pale compared to what he was used to but enticing nonetheless. He cursed himself for being such a pervert...but there was something different about you this time. Something that made his heart race and his hands clench into fists.

Brandon stood up again, unable to sit still and watch you undress any longer. His heart was racing now, his thoughts a mess of desire and confusion. He needed something...anything to take his mind off of how good you looked in your underwear. With shaky steps, he moved toward the kitchen once more, intending to continue with dinner. But as soon as he took another step closer, he found himself drawn back to the living room like a moth to the flame.

"Um...I'm changed now," you called after him hesitantly, your voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing in his ears. "Can we eat soon?"