My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 5: Screw It

A couple of hours pass before the two of them appear from the hallway.

I've watched a whole trilogy of movies.

I was procrastinating, heading to my bedroom, but the fear of hearing something overwhelmed me.

I don't want to hear someone like Elijah pleasure another girl.

Especially if I want that girl to be me, but because of my brother, that will most likely never happen.

They say their good byes and she leaves.

"Do you mind if I grab me a bowl of that delicious looking pasta you made?" He asks me nervously, as he appears and makes his way to the kitchen.

I nod, "Of course! I made enough for both of us, more actually, because I tend to go back for seconds." I say, and he nods.

"Great, thanks." He says and grabs himself a bowl.

He walks and sits on the couch a few seats away from me.

I notice he has an empty wine glass and puts it down on the table.

"Refill?" He asks, looking at me, and I nod.

"Yeah, thanks." I say and give him my glass.

He refills it and gives it back to me and fills his up too.

"You need to get some carbohydrates back into that body after the workout you just had." I say without thinking.

See, this is what happens when I drink more than three glasses of wine.

I say things without thinking first.

He lets out a chuckle, "Something like that. She was the one who couldn't keep up. Just to be clear." He says as he starts to eat his food and I can't help but blush.

Ethan was also always the one who couldn't keep up.

He was always the one that tapped out. Then he was left satisfied and I wasn't most of the time.

"I could see her legs were wobbly as the two of you walked out." I say to him.

"Yeah, but at least I broke it off on good terms." He says, and I frown as I look at him.

"What do you mean? That isn't your girlfriend?" I ask him.

He almost choked on his food.

"Oh God, no. Dating doesn't work for me. It's usually a one night only kinda deal." He says and continues to eat.

"Why? If you don't mind me asking." I ask him.

That might have been too forward.

I can't take it back now.

He finishes up his food, "This was delicious. Thank you." He says as he grabs his empty bowl and heads to he kitchen.

Okay, so he completely avoided that question of mine.

It's understandable, though.

He puts it in the sink.

Well, if something will chase him away it's talking about relationships.

He sighs as he takes something off of the fridge.

He walks over to me and gives me a sticky note.

I take it, and it has some sort of code on it.

"What is this?" I ask him, curious as to what this code is for.

It looks like an elevator code or something.