My Stepbrother secret obsession

It's like existing at the tip of erupting volcano

AVA

I woke up feeling like shit, I couldn't even get out of bed, I am hangover. Forget about what I had to drink, it wasn't even that much, actually, my head hurts from what I had done.

I kissed him knowingly, okay maybe a little tipsy but still, I knew exactly what I was going for when I suggest driving myself into deluding him to follow behind me.

Agreed, I wanted so badly for him to look at me, for him to notice me, for him to think back to our prior connection.

My hands knead my face as a groan rumbles from my throat, I dramatically wiggle my legs on the bed before blowing out air loudly and roll out of bed.

From the nightstand where I learn it's one in the afternoon, I yank the cord out of my phone changing port, and swipe the lock screen. I have thousands of notifications that suddenly sickened me and I feel the need to shelve the phone in my pocket for later.

That's when I recognize my outfit. I am clothed in some satin button-down long PJ. I would've panic but hey! Only mom would change me into this type of clothing.

I saunter to the ensuite toilet. My bedroom here is three-time bigger than the bedroom back in the city. I didn't decorate the space to my liking given the time, I was grieving over my very first breakup. But mom had tried to make everything satisfying that I don't think the room needs any modification.

After two minutes of brushing my teeth, I dry my face with a small white towel and hang it back on the hook before I emerge from the whole room itself.

My room is also on the middle floor, but there's a little interval between Lilith and Leigh's walls.

Barefooted and disheveled I descended the staircase.

I wished everyone has decided to make life a bit more vibrant and left the house so I could be alone with you know who.

Maybe I could confront Leigh and confessed how messed up I've been since he left. Maybe I could tell him the truth about how I feel. I am sure he does the same too. The way he kissed back, it must mean something.

He was passionate and gentle, I felt his heartbeat dancing through his shirt, the way he squirmed when our bodies touch. And how he stiffened when he knows I was going to kiss him.

Maybe if we try and come to an understanding, we could have an even better six weeks of summer.

With a smile on my face, I search the five living rooms on the ground floor, I review every room on the floor, including the kitchen but it was quiet.

Perhaps they all went out as I had hoped? Only I expected him to stay around, I have a lot of questions and comments. I bet he does too.

I was about to shrug off the disappointment when my eyes drift to the glass door and through it was a half-naked six feet tall young man, in black shorts, rake chestnut hair, and body eligible for athletic.

He carries a bottle of water in his hand, a smile on his magnetism lips, and those earthy green eyes that harmonized the lushest of the garden; they accumulated charm, patience, and serenity.

I know that because we made eye contact and I curse instincts for dragging me down behind a leather sofa.

Shit.

Feeling the embarrassment heating crossing my cheeks, I closed my eyes and slap my forehead with my hand.

After what feels like forever when actually it was ten seconds, I cautiously make an effort with a detective's eye, I peered from behind the sofa.