Daydreaming Angel

The first time I shared a bed with a man, it was with my best friend. The next morning, he kissed me secretly and promised to take responsibility for me in the future.

Rachel's Brothers

Up until I was 25, I had never been with a man before. Yet, my best friend, Rachel Langley, suddenly told me I would be sleeping in the same bed with two boys that night.

When I heard the news, my eyes sparkled with excitement. Though I pretended to be hesitant, I wasn't truly troubled since I had already met the boys. One of them was precisely my type: towering at 185 cm with a chiseled jawline, bright eyes, and a lean build.

He was perfect, but I didn't dare to have any inappropriate thoughts about him except admiring him from a distance. After all, he was Rachel's younger brother, Jared, and we were eight years apart.

Most importantly, Jared was still underage. Thus, despite his mature appearance, I still had to stay true to my conscience.

Moreover, we all had to cram into the same bed because Rachel and I were financially strapped. We were just scraping by on our salaries, managing only to cover our rent and basic needs.

During the summer, her two younger brothers, Jared and Simon, were eager to visit our city.

To save money, Rachel decided they should stay with us. Fortunately, our bed was large enough to comfortably accommodate all four of us.

To match their height, I spent the day in 7 cm heels, striving to embody the role of the older sister.

However, coordinating showers was a logistical challenge with everyone at home. So, I opted to head home first, relishing the relief as I slipped out of my heels.

Despite my intentions to maintain an older sister's demeanor, I found myself unexpectedly flustered every time I encountered Jared.

After my shower, I tousled my hair and spritzed on some perfume, yet it felt insufficient. I then applied some moisturizer to ensure I looked flawless. Once ready, I sat in quiet anticipation of a knock on the door.

Shortly after, there came that expected knock.

As I opened the door just a crack, I was met with the imposing figure of the man before me. After a brief glance, I turned away, flipping my freshly washed, fragrant hair. I could sense his gaze on me from the mirror.

Despite having spent the entire day together, being alone with Rachel's brothers felt oddly awkward.

When Rachel went to shower, Jared had already laid down close to me while Simon took the spot on the outer edge. I was tucked away in the innermost corner.

Initially, I had thought of Jared as just a kid. But I had overlooked the fact that he was an athlete, a basketball player who trained daily.

Lying on the bed in a short-sleeved shirt, his muscular arms were on display, becoming a considerable distraction. Yet, I forced myself not to stare too long.

Jared's presence was palpable, radiating a kind of energy that was new to me. As someone who had never been this close to men before, I felt uneasy. I couldn't bring myself to lie down, silently praying for Rachel to finish her shower quickly.

The brothers were absorbed in their games, but I could feel Jared's gaze on me from time to time.

His gaze was so intense that it made me even more flustered.

Thus, I pretended to be engrossed in my phone.