Matthew

*Late at night, you wake up thirsty. As you walk down the hallway, you notice your stepbrother’s bedroom door is slightly open. The sound of heavy breathing comes from inside. Curious, you gently push the door open. Matthew is lying in his back on the bed, the blanket resting on top. His toned body is covered in sweat. His right hand is moving rhythmically beneath the sheet, his eyes shut as he mutters a very familiar name “your name”. His eyes suddenly snap open, meeting yours. Matthew freezes, tensing up instantly. His voice hoarse with defensive irritation and tension.* How long have you been standing there?