How could I love my step brother? (Jacob Latimore love story)

Chapter 11

I placed my belongings in my bag then walked out the door.
I spotted Michael and Chresanto talking and I went to them.

"Hey Michael and you",I said.

"So you know her?"asked Chresanto.

"Yes,that's why I'm talking to him fool",I answered.

"Chill,you don't have to be like that",he smirked.

"So y'all have bad blood?"asked Michael.

"Nah he just irritates me sometimes, well most times"

Michael nodded,"You two go out?"

"Hell nah,never. She's not my type. Look at her".

"I like them thick",he licked his lips.

"But Zamoia got ass",stated Michael and I looked at him angrily. "But you do".

"She does". Chresanto looked at my bottom, "But I like em huge like her friend Danielle".

"The twin?"

"Yea,we dated before".

"So I'm leaving now",I said and Michael hugged me.

"Good bye hug",he smiled.

"Bro,I got to go",I said and he let me go. "Thank you".

I texted dad. I told him that I would be home a little late.

"I'm coming to your room now",I said to Branson when he called.

"Yes,I can show you to my friends",he said.

"I'll see you soon".

The nurse at the desk at the center of the hospital asked for my name then told me to go to Branson room.

I knocked and his mother open the door with an annoyed look on her face.
"Good afternoon".
"Good afternoon",she muttered.

"Hi",I said as I gave him a rose.

"Can I get a hug?"
I did what he asked.
"I don't see anyone in here",I said,lurking around the room.

"That's because they're coming shortly. One of them had practice",he said.

"Branson,I'm going to check on the store. I'll be back ",she kisse his forehead then left.

"We're alone".
"You don't say",I said.
"I can't wait for our date. I can't wait to kiss you"he said which caused me to blush.
"Well I don't feel the same",I said with a grind.
"I know you're joking".
"What do you know about me". I said with my face a inch from his.

"Nothing really but I know you like me",he licked his chapped lips.
"You should get lip balm",I stated.

He rolled his eyes, " Or maybe you should make them moist".
I then kissed his lips.

" Zamoia",he mumbled while my lips was still pressed on his.

"Hmmm, now they're moist".
I sat on the chair next to his bed.

"Wasn't expecting that but if I was health things would have turned out differently. If you know what I mean". I gasped.

"I'm not ready for that".
"Well I'll wait. We shouldn't be talking about that". He looked at the ceiling then at me.