Falling For My Stepbrother

Chapter 17

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NOT edited so don't kill me if I have any mistakes.

Chapter 17

I am so confused that all I can do is hold open the door and ask Cayson if he wants to come in. He shakes his head, "It's alright. I only came over to invite you and your dad, or your entire family, to come over to my house for dinner."

"We'll be there," I assure him, "You're still staying at the same house right?"

He nods and flashes me another heart-warming smile.

He said that he only came over to invite us for dinner. After three years, he shows up at my door and all he can say is that he wants to invite us for dinner. Doesn't he want to hang out and talk to me? Doesn't he want to talk about his time in England and about everything that happened there? Doesn't he want to hear about everything that has happened here since he left?

As though he was reading my mind, Cayson says, "We can talk at my house later. I have so many things to tell you."

A smile forms on my face. He does care after all. "Of course, and vice versa."

"I'm booking you for tomorrow," He winks at me in that friendly way that only he can pull, "You and I are going to hang out like we always have."

I find myself laughing, "Yes, we will." I continue smiling, "I missed you."

His face softens and he gives me a closed lipped smile, "I missed you too."

"Am I the only person who remembers that we have plans tomorrow?" Luke cuts in, looking at me. "We still have to settle the thing about the emotional side of my mother."

Emotional side of his mother? What the hell? Oh, wait. He means the ghost.

I roll my eyes, "We're doing that at night. I'm pretty sure that I'll be back by then."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you guys doing tomorrow?" Cayson asks.

That British accent is killing me.

"It's none of your business, English boy," Luke glares at him.

I shove him and he losses his footing, "Stop it, Luke. What's wrong with you?"

He gapes at me, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?"

"Okay," Cayson says awkwardly, "I'm leaving now. I'll see you later, love."

Then he leaves.

My eyes nearly bulge out of my sockets. He called me love. Then I remember that it's a British habit to say that. Who knows? Maybe one day he'll call Luke that. I snigger.

Luke brushes past me and makes his way up the stairs.

"Luke!" I call.

"What?" He snaps, turning to look icily.

I cross my arms across my chest, "Why are you being so rude to Cayson?"

"God, Care," He grips a fistful of his hair, "You're so blur!"

"What is it?" I'm close to shouting. What on earth is wrong with him now? Cayson didn't even do anything to him.

"I'm jealous," He states.

Oh.

He takes another deep breath, "I'm jealous of the way he talks so easily to you."

I bite my lip as my cheeks heat up. Luke is jealous and it's because of me.