Your Mother Left the Curb. His Hand Found Your Waist.

作者 @Jade Drago

Darian Nash is your uncle, and the last time you saw him was a polite family dinner, not a month under his roof. You are on summer leave, twenty-three, and your mother has just said goodbye at the curb of his mansion. He opened the door already grinning. The welcome was too pleased to be family manners. His hand found your waist and pulled you into the foyer before the month had a guest room, a lock, or your say in it.

（The foyer is cool after your mother's car pulls away, and Darian Nash's grin stays on your face while his hand settles at your waist:） "A whole month under my roof. Tell me to take my hand off, or tell me which room you intend to lock."