My Sister's Boyfriend's Brother {bxb}

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I was left speechless while I stared into Jasper's dark eyes. What was there for me to say? I could ask him why but that would be a dumb question since I already knew the answer. I could ask when but that was another dumb question I already knew the answer to. So, what did Jasper expect me to say?

"I don't expect you to feel sorry for me, Ash," Jasper spoke, breaking the silence. "I just thought you should know."

I nodded my head. I should be happy to hear that Jasper finally broke up with Makayla but I wasn't. For some reason there was a soft spot inside of me feeling sorry for him. "Who... who else knows?" I decided to ask.

"Just you and Ryder," he replied. "Oh and most likely Sasha. You know Ryder tells her everything."

"Are..."

"Yeah," Jasper said quickly before I could finish my sentence. "Yeah, I'm fine. Like I said: I've been through this countless times. Being in and out of relationships is kind of my thing." He let out a dry laugh which I knew was to hide his pain. "And besides you said it yourself."

"What... what did I say?" I questioned.

"I changed," Jasper said. "Makayla changed me and I know that." He shrugged his shoulders. "It took me three months to finally realize and accept that."

I nodded my head once again, unable to find anything to say. Why did the silence feel so awkward between us? I wasn't the best at comforting people but I felt like I should be able to say something to Jasper. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember but all I could do was sit on his bed, stare into his eyes, and try to calm my beating heart.

"That was it," Jasper said suddenly and broke our eye contact once he stood up.

Before I had any time to ask him where he was going or what he was doing he pulled his shirt over his head then tossed it on the arm of the couch. He sat down on his bed once again and I quickly averted my eyes to his bed where I was playing with his sheet.

"Ash."

"Hm."

He chuckled and slowly I lifted my head up to look at him but I couldn't stop my eyes from glancing at his torso every five seconds. Jasper didn't say anything but smirk at me and look at me with questioning eyes as if he was trying to tell me something. Then that's when it finally hit me. I quickly jumped up so I could go back to the couch but I didn't get very far because Jasper's hand was holding my wrist.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Well we're going to sleep," I said slowly.

"You'd rather sleep on the couch?" he chuckled and I felt my face burning from the sudden question. "Come here."

I didn't have anytime to react because Jasper was already pulling me back on his bed with him. He was by the wall and I was laying on the outside when he pulled the blanket over us. "You don't think this is weird?" I asked in a calm demeanor.

"What? Two friends sleeping in the same bed?" He let out another chuckle. "We've slept in the same bed for the last eight years, Ash. What's going to make a difference eight years later?"

I had an answer to that.

I have a crush on you.

That's what I wanted to say but instead I said, "alright," then pulled the blanket to my side, adding, "just don't hog the blanket again."

We both laughed together and after it faded we were left staring at each other face to face, inches away from our noses touching. Jasper had a queen size bed but it seemed the rest of the space was being occupied by an unknown presence. Why wasn't he backing away? Why wasn't I backing away?