The twilight bathed the living room. My sister wasn't home; I waited alone for my brother-in-law to come home from get off work. The ...

The twilight bathed the living room. My sister wasn't home; I waited alone for my brother-in-law to come home from get off work. The door opened, and he stood there in a suit, tired but his handsome features undeniable, his eyes as warm as ever. My heart skipped a beat. I changed into my tank top and brought him some tea. My fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of his hand; the warmth of his touch created a moment of tension. He looked up, his gaze flickering, as if sensing something amiss. I chuckled softly and said, "Brother-in-law, how about we talk tonight?" And so the story began.