“Sorry, mate.” Brad shrugged, giving my waist a light squeeze.
I was suddenly very sober. Too sober.
“What the fuck do the two of you think you’re doing?” Tris asked, staring at us intently.
“I don’t know, man, it just happened.”
“Why did you lie to me and James then?”
“I wasn’t sure of everything just yet, and we are keeping this a secret.”
“Can I ask what is wrong? I mean, she’s his girlfriend, right, Tris?” Connor had a very, very confused look on his face.
“No, lad. She’s his cousin.”
Connor’s jaw practically dropped to the floor as his eyes locked on us again.
“Are you serious?”
“Unfortunatelly, yes.” I finally said something, my head starting to ache.
“Damnit! You two looked so intimate that day that I would never know!”
“Sorry I lied to you.” Brad mumbled and the blondie’s mouthends curled up in a smile.
“It’s ok. Has anyone of your family found out about it yet?”
“Only Caroline. And we have to talk to you about something, Con.”
Tris sat there in silence as me and Brad explained Connor about the whole set up dating, which he accepted without questioning. I was happily surprised that he didn’t stare at us like we were some kind of weirdos. Maybe we looked too serious about the whole situation for him to judge.
After our small talk I found out that they were only making barbecue at the back of the house. They invited me to stay, but I stumbled my way to the house across the yard. My head was almost exploding when I swallowed an aspirine.
Later that night, I got a call from my mom, saying she was sorry but wouldn’t make it to the house that night and telling me to stay over at Megan’s.
Yeah, right. Wouldn’t do that. After what Bradley and I “accomplished”, God knows nothing would stop us from messing around in his bedroom.
Instead, I locked the doors and shut down the windows along with the curtains, watching TV and eating unhealthy snacks in my undies.
The doorbell rang and I peeked from behind the curtains to see it was Brad. What was he doing here?
“Heyia, Brad.” I opened the door and smiled.
He eyed the couple of pieces that were failing miserably in covering me.
“Where’s your mom?” he asked slowly, his brown eyes twinkling.
“Night shift.”
“What? I thought she said she wouldn’t take them anymore.”
“She thinks I’m at your place.” I smirked, moving aside so that he would come inside.
I barely closed the door and Brad pressed me against it, his lips searching mine hungrily.
“I thought your friends were with you.”
“They left minutes ago. Considered it wouldn’t hurt to make my lovely Heloise a visit.”
“Well, in that you’re right.” I fiddled with the key, locking the door, and guided Brad back to the living room's counch. “What did you talk about once I left?”
“Stop with the small talk, Hell.” he muttered, struggling with the button of his jeans.
I helped him with it, tossing aside the jeans and his tee, and then straddling his waist on the couch.
