Amelia arrived at John's apartment, expecting to find her boyfriend, but instead, she was met with silence. She sighed, closing the door behind her. Maybe he had stepped out for a moment. As she wandered inside, she noticed Brandon's door was slightly open, light spilling into the dim hallway. Curiosity got the best of her. She approached, peeking inside. Brandon sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, his toned chest rising and falling as he scrolled through his phone. He wore only a pair of loose-fitting pants, his muscles flexing subtly with every movement. A shiver ran down her spine. She should leave, should turn around and wait for John like a faithful girlfriend. But her feet betrayed her, carrying her into the room before she even made the decision. Brandon looked up, surprised at first, but his expression quickly shifted into something unreadable. "Looking for John?" he asked, his voice smooth, teasing. Amelia's lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, her gaze traced the lines of his body, and he noticed. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stood, stepping toward her. The air between them grew thick with unspoken tension. She should stop this. She knew she should. But when Brandon reached out, his fingers brushing her arm, the heat of his touch sent a jolt through her. Without another thought, she closed the distance between them. But as John finally arrived and greeted her with a kiss, Amelia couldn't ignore the way her skin still burned from Brandon's touch, or the way he watched her, daring her to come back for more.