My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 16 (•‿•)

           "Ian, stop it," I giggled. That's the only thing that I hated about being with Ian. I giggled. How gross is that. He stopped poking my sides so I could breathe again. I was laying on my side, looking at Ian. It was a beautiful day outside and he decided to surprise me with a trip to the lake we had canoed at before he left. We were laying on a blanket before preparing to go canoeing.

           "Ugh, fine," He smiled at me. He began chewing on the sandwich in his hand. I couldn't stop myself from admiring him. I memorized and engraved his face and voice into my mind just like I had done before he left. I loved everything about him. His dimples whenever he smiled or talked or contemplated about something important. The way his hair was the perfect length, and how it was pushed to the one side of his face. His flawless skin and his flawless smile. His eyes were the most beautiful color of blue I had ever seen. He always smelled so good, and that was always another plus. "What're you thinking about so intently?" He asked me. I couldn't help but give him a silly grin at his question.

           "How fucking handsome you are," I said. I immediately blushed. I could not believe I had said that outloud. I don't think I had ever been this embarrassed before. He smirked, and brushed his fingers across my cheek. His hand left goosebumps where it touched.

           "Honestly, I'm surprised you're being this honest." 

           "It slipped," I told him, "I really wish I hadn't said it." His eyebrow shot up, confusion filling his face. 

           "How come?" He asked me. I bit my lip. "Don't do that," He told me. Now it was my turn to look confused. "Don't bite your lip. It makes me want to kiss you more," He winked at me. I rolled my eyes. I smiled to myself, and bit my lip again, staring at him. His gaze went from my eyes to my lips back up to my eyes. "Emily-" He started. I leaned forward, kissing him, and interrupted his complaints. He eagerly kissed me back. His hand stroking my cheek, leading the way down to my waist. We were not about to make out in a park, thinking this, I pulled away. He growled, and began sucking and biting my neck.

           "Ian, we're not about to do this in a park," I told him. He ignored me and continued biting and kissing my neck. I stopped complaining and just felt him against my own body. Not in the perverted way. Having his body touch mine with that little of contact, yet it had me that affected, left me breathless. 

           “That’s no fun,” He complained, pulling away from me. I started staring at him again. What had I done in a previous life to deserve a guy like him? “So, whatcha thinking about now? How you wanna rip my clothes off?” He asked, tapping my nose. I squinted and tilted my head.

           “No, I was actually wondering what I did so wrong in a previous life to get stuck with you,” I lied. The moment his face dropped is when I realized he thought I was serious. I let out a small laugh before he playfully glared at me for lying to him.

           “Well, Ms. Alwin, I will leave you then,” He jokingly murmured. My hand automatically flinched, and grabbed his roughly when he made a motion to actually get up and leave. He was not leaving me again.

           “No!” I cried.

           “I’m not going anywhere, Emmy,” He smiled at me. My phone started vibrating in my back pocket. “WHO IS IT?” He asked me before I even got my phone out. I had a text message…from Chase.

           Hey, can we meet up and talk about what happened? The text read. I sighed. It’d been nearly two weeks and this was the first text I had gotten from Chase. I don’t know if he knew about the attempted suicide, unless Madelyne told him about it. I kind of hoped she didn’t. That would suck because of how pathetic I would seem.