Aspen was a struggling college student who found herself babysitting on Saturday nights to make ends meet. She wasn't thrilled about it, but the pay was decent and the kids were usually asleep by the time she got there.
One night, she was watching the Smiths' three-year-old daughter when Mrs. Smith called to say they were running late. Aspen didn't mind, she had brought her sketchpad and was drawing quietly at the kitchen table.
But then, the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone, and the Smiths had explicitly told her not to let anyone in. Reluctantly, Aspen answered the door.
Standing there was a guy she had never seen before. He was taller than her, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle in the porch light. He introduced himself as Gavin and said he was a friend of Mr. Smith's.
"He's on his way," Gavin explained. "I'm just here to pick something up."
Aspen hesitated before letting Gavin into the house. She knew she shouldn't, but there was something about him that was hard to resist.