My Sister's Boyfriend's Brother {bxb}

22

After spending the night at Preston's house (I slept in the guest room), I had him drop me off at my house. For the first time the silence that built up between us was an awkward silence. The scenes that replayed in my mind from last night was all that I could think about. I wanted to take things further with Preston, but I didn't. I wanted to feel his love and affection for me, but I couldn't.

Were we even a couple? Were we even together? Kissing him and wanting to give myself up for him were things that couples do, right? I looked out the window when we reached my neighborhood, watching the houses go past me. We were nearing my house and I felt like I should say something before he stopped the car.

"Preston," I said in a soft tone then turned my head to look at him.

"Don't," Preston said and even though his tone didn't sound harsh the single four-letter word stung. He shook his head then turned down my street adding, "I don't want to talk about it."

Was he mad?

His car came to an abrupt stop, and I turned my head out the window to glance at my house before facing the Asian guy sitting behind the steering wheel.

"I'm not mad at you, Ashton," he said before I could ask.

"You're not?" I questioned.

"No." He shrugged his shoulders then rested his forearm on the center console leaning in closer to me. His tone was quieter when he continued. "I'm mad at myself for pushing you to do something that you're not ready for."

"Don't beat yourself up about it, Preston," I said, trying my best to console him. Like I said, I was never good with showing my emotional/soft side. "I... I was embarrassed. I didn't know what I was doing, which you probably could tell from our kisses."

We both let out soft chuckles together but once it faded, I felt Preston's hand on top of mine. I felt butterflies. Butterflies for someone that wasn't Jasper. Could this mean that...

I slowly started to close my eyes the closer his face got to mine and when his hand cupped my cheek but there was no contact.

"Ashton I-"

"Do it," I said, suddenly feeling a surge of boldness.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I melted into his touch from the gentle strokes his thumb placed on my cheek.

"Yes," I said nearly out of breath.

Once he moved in closer, filling the small gap between us, I closed my eyes drifting off into the kiss. His warm lips, his quiet groans, everything about this kiss made me feel warm inside. Kissing Preston (even with the little experience that I had) made me crave his kisses every day. Then as if my body was moving on its own, I brought my hand up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His hand found its way around my waist, pulling me closer to him as if to show a sign of dominance. A sign that I was drawn to from the intoxicating thoughts. But when his hand slipped underneath my shirt, I quickly broke the kiss, finally able to catch my breath.

"Wait," I said softly.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized.

"It's... it's okay," I said with a warm smile. "But I should head inside."

"Yeah, that's probably going to be best," he said with a chuckle, and I couldn't agree more.

It's not that I was eager to get away from Preston, but I was eager to get inside the house before someone saw us together. And this close!

"I'll text you," I said, opening the passenger door then stepped out of his car.

"I'll be waiting on your text," he said with a smirk.