(My Brothers Bestfriend) Looks Can Be Deceiving.

(My Brothers Bestfriend) Looks Can Be Deceiving 34

Breanna's P.O.V

"Andrew you should go to bed," I whisper quickly. He's lying beside me on my bed, his arms behind his head, his long body stretched out and eyes focused on my television. "It's getting late,"

He looks sideways at me, his eyebrows pulled down into a slight v. "What are you talking about?" He chuckles. "It's only just gone ten,"

I sigh and nod slightly, looking back towards the movie. The truth is I just can't concentrate on anything but him. I keep glancing at him, his naked chest, sniffing for his cologne, imagining moving closer to him and-

Thoughts that shouldn't be imagined by a Christian girl who wants to wait until she's married. There, I said it. I am very, extremely, irrevocably sexually attracted to this insistent, sexy, sweet boy.

I huff slightly, pushing my red hair behind my ear and wiggling down the bed a little. I cross my arms over my chest before deciding to place them under my butt, a position where they're less likely to be able to fiddle.

"Breanna what's wrong?" Andrew asks suddenly, turning to lay on his side and looking at me. "You're a nervous mess tonight,"

"I'm fine!" I exclaim quickly. Just because I'm able to admit my needs to myself, it doesn't mean in any way that I am able to admit them to him.

Andrew sighs and shuffles closer to me. He places his hand on top of my belly, and I know his intentions are innocent, and comforting, but my thoughts turn wayward. "You can tell me, Bre," He insists. "I've never been in a relationship before but I'm certain that one of the fundamental needs for one is honesty,"

I throw my left arm over my face in frustration but also to cover the slowly but surely rising blush on my face.

"Talk to me Breanna," He pleads, tracing patterns on my stomach and I want to scream at him because he isn't helping.

"Sometimes I can't be in your presence," I say slowly, softly. "Because I don't like the way you make me feel,"

"What?" He pulls away from me completely, as though I've just burnt him. He's frowning greatly, his eyes dark and as I watch him I can literally see him putting his walls back up. "Do I make you feel like shit or something?"

"No!" I say quickly, but he only narrows his eyes.

"Why then?" He scoffs. "Do you regret saying yes to dating me?"

"Be quiet, Andrew," I roll my eyes. "Not everything is about you,"

"Don't roll your eyes at me," He snaps. "And clearly it's about me, you just told me you can't stand to be in my presence! What the hell is that meant to mean?"

"No!" I protest, sitting up. "I didn't mean-not like that... I meant that-" I stumble over my words awkwardly, not even really sure of what I'm trying to say.

"Spit it out," He snaps, his eyes dark with anger and hurt.

"I am sexually attracted to you," I blurt out quickly, my voice low and my cheeks flaming red.

"Oh," He says, his eyes suddenly shining with his amusement.

And then he starts laughing loudly, actually having to hold his stomach. His eyes glisten with tears and I sit there quietly, awkward, not knowing what to do or say. He calms himself down but when he looks back at me he starts laughing again.

"I'm glad I can amuse you," I snap. I turn away from him and get under my blanket. I stare at the wall of my bedroom, fuming that he thinks this is funny.

"Hey, hey," He coos, and I feel him getting under the blanket. He moves behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and quickly pulling me into his chest. I struggle against his hold, but he's too strong. "I'm sorry, Breanna. It's just that I didn't expect that at all,"