Intense Trouble

Chapter 7

After finally dressing, I eventually convinced Breaker to take me to Aunt Marelle's .

I didn't want to leave him, but I don't want her to worry.

Maybe that was the excuse I fed myself to stop falling in too deep with him.

But sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.

We drove through the winding roads, admiring the picturesque scenery along the way. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. It was beautiful; it was nearly night, but the sunset was vibrantly breathtaking.

As we pulled up to Aunt Marelle's house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over me.

I wasn't nervous one bit about Aunt Marelle being there and potentially meeting the first guy I ever allowed myself to interact with. I knew she would be kind and welcoming, just like she always was.

He stepped out of the car and walked to my side.

Opening the front door, we walked in, and I noticed the silent home.

Aunt Marelle was nowhere in sight; her car was here, so I decided to send her a quick text just to check in with her.

Turning to face Breaker, who was standing within arms distance from me, he was looking around the place that was such a contrast to his.

I couldn't help but take the time to look at him and see how handsome he looked. His hair was tousled, and his shoulders were so big, strong, and defined, begging to be set free from that black tee he sported so well.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide my arousal.

"Where do you sleep?" he asks, curious.

I squint my eyes knowingly at him and slowly point upstairs.

"Lead the way," he encourages, stepping closer to me.

My breath hitches, and I slowly nod like I'm in a trance.

It's like I can't resist his charm and the way he's looking at me. My body trembles with excitement as he takes my hand and leads me towards the stairs. The air is thick with tension as we climb the stairs.

I guided him to my room and shut the door.

He pulls me close and leans against the door, bringing me into him. He kisses me deeply, sending shivers down my spine. Our bodies entwine as we explore each other with wild abandon.

It's like nothing else matters.

Why do I feel this way about him?

It's literally like I cannot get enough of him.

"Wait."

Pulling away, I look up at him in shock and ask, "What happened to your patience?" I asked teasingly.

He gave a small smile, but his features turned serious. "Not like this. You deserve so much better than on a fucking twin at your aunt's house." He grows frustrated, but I know it's not toward me.

I can see the need in his eyes, and it breaks my heart. I know he's right, but damn.

"I know," I whisper. "I'm sorry."

He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me protectively. "I'm sorry," he says firmly, "I brought this on you."

I nod slowly, knowing deep down that he's right. "You've nearly gotten me addicted."

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"Addicted to what?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. I bite my lip, trying to suppress the desire that's building inside me.