Wanting My Step Brother

[2]

Blake

When my eyes fluttered open early monday morning, I was actually surprised that I had gotten to sleep. 

After I got back from my little run-in with Alex, I had stayed up for another two hours contemplating with myself. I swear I'm going crazy, I talked to myself twenty-four-seven. 

Not my fault I crack myself up. 

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and searching for some hidden time-traveling power. But when I opened my eyes, and peered through the window into the summer scene of suburbia, I cursed under my breath. 

I kicked away at my sweat-damp sheets, and tumbled to the hardwood floors of my bedroom. It was a wake up call, and I instantly jolted as my butt hit the hard ground. 

Wiping my eyes, and brushing back the piece of hair that had fallen loose during the night, I scrambled to my feet. 

It was still extremely hot. Which meant the AC's in school wouldn't be working, and I'll be stuck in a room with sweaty bodies and a ton of water bottles.

So t-shirt and shorts it is. I grab a casual outfit from my drawers (up top) and lay them on my bed. 

Snatching a white towel, I made my way to my bathroom.

The white bathroom connected my room to Alex's, which was slightly awkward, considering we both used it to get ready in the morning. 

Sliding the white door open, I'm blinded by a rush of hot steam. Brushing it away by waving my hand through the air, I peer through the haze. 

Alex stood there, in only a towel and brushing his teeth over the sink. 

I've never wanted to face-palm myself as much as I did in that moment. I have the worst freaking timing in the entire universe.

The white, fluffy towel rode low on his lips, and his light brown hair was damp from the early shower. His toned torso was basically poking my eyes out. 

I felt my godamn ovaries explode. 

The thirst is real. 

I needed a cold shower. Even though girls don't need them, I'm in need of a whole bucket of ice tipped on my head. 

He slowly turned his head, and even with the toothbrush still in his mouth, he looked like an angel. 

"Uh-Um..." I trailed off, squeezing my arms closer to my chest. 

Well this is awkward. 

Of course it is now that you said that, you fucking dimwit. 

"Morning," Alex smirked, "I know Monday's aren't my shower day, but I didn't have one last night." 

"That's cool," I pursed my lips and nodded, "But can you move it along? I kinda got to get to school too." 

He quickly finished brushing his teeth and stepped back, "Sorry." 

"And if you've used all the hot water—lord have mercy on your pea sized balls." I point an intimidating finger at him as he slowly shuffled back into his room. 

I didn't need the hot water, but he didn't need to know I'd be standing under tiny frost bullets because of him and all his sexiness. 

"Is that a threat, Parker?" Alex smirks, as he takes his time sliding his bathroom door close. 

"A promise." I said, looking him right in the eye before he shut it completely. 

Locking both sides of the doors, I quickly slid out of my pjs, and jumped in the shower. The cold bullets pelted my back, but I didn't mind it.