Brother's Best Friend • Ari Levinson

7 • What About Last Night? 🌌

7
What About Last Night? 🌌

• Sunday Morning •

"Hi girls," you arrive at the beach with your best friend Lola.

It's probably the last time you'll be here until next summer.

The girls respond to Lola, looking at you, and you looked like you were currently in a very pleasant day dream.

Since Lola has picked you up — you've been this way. Sam couldn't even explain why the fuck you were so happy, and dazed out.

He thought you had smoked the weed in his room, but when he checked it was still there.

It was like you were daydreaming, all day. In a happy bubble. Meanwhile he was groaning and moping beside he was sore. Him and Ari cut old man John's entire lawn.

And he doesn't live in a small patch of land, no the guy has double doors as his front door for fuck's sake.

As soon as Sam got home yesterday from cutting the law with Ari, he ate whatever was in the fridge and went right to sleep.

He was so exhausted he didn't realize your room was spick and span, it really looked untouchable.

You can't stop replaying last night in your head. You barely even hear what the girls answer to Lola, as you smile to yourself and twirl your hair around on your finger.

When you clamp your thighs just briefly together the soreness is still there. And god you never want it to leave.

You are the holder of valuable information, imprinted in your mind, for you to dream about day in and day out.

But nothing compares to the real thing. You know what Ari looks like when he's about to come, the way his hair gets all messy from your touch, the way he looks when he's on top of you.

The way his arms feel on your ass, as he thrusted into you.

God, the sounds he made. Pure music to your ears. Now you were getting tingly all over again, with a fire spreading from between your legs and outward.

And he was right. He makes sure to cover every fucking base before he even undid a button on his shirt.

"Y/n...earth to Y/n...hello?!" Your friends call your name.

They're eager to know what the hell happened last night. They know you were at a hotel because of that app that lets you see the locations of your friends nearby.

And the group chat was filled to the brim with questions on your whereabouts—most importantly with who.

You sigh happily and extend your towel onto the warm sand, sliding your sunglasses on and your friends stare at you...waiting impatiently.

"I don't kiss and tell, ladies."

"Y/n!"

"Come on! Who did you hook up with?"

"It must've been good, look at the way he's got you!"

Sitting up on your towel you smile, "whatever I say it's sworn to secrecy."

They all nod, Lola too, and they all huddle in closer to you...

Lola knows a little bit about your rebellious night out. Because she's the one who covered for you.

🌌

Ari unleashes the stream of water right onto the backend of his bike, it was a hot day today despite it being the end of summer.