"I... I love you." He whispered. I felt his heart beat faster and at first, I just thought he may still be a little drunk but I was wrong, he was completely sober and he meant what he said.
Should I say that I loved him back?
"Well, don't just sit there. Don't you love me too?" His grip on my hips have loosened enough.
"Griffin.." I started, but was cut off mid sentence.
"So, you don't?" He looked shocked that I didn't admit to loving him, I guess everytime he's been 'in love' with a girl they always a gree to love him. I'm just different.
"No, No... I do, I just... You're my..."
"Brother." He answered me.
"Griffin, I love you but we can't be together." I whispered, touching his chest, tracing his abs with my fingertips.
"Can we at least try and see how it goes, you're not fully related to me. So, really you're a stranger. Please Bekah. Please." The way he begged was really cute and I think that I deserved to give him a chance.
"Ok, let's just go to sleep." I say, leaning against his chest before he covered up with the covers. I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep.
* * *
"You and Griffin will have the house to yourselves tomorrow and for the rest of the next week." Allen said, worrying me a little bit about it.
"Where are you and Rosalie going?" I asked, taking a sip of the waterbottle from the fridge.
"Me and her have some business that we need to take care of." He stated, shoving his papers into his briefcase and putting it into his work bag that I guess he must take with him.
I sat at the bar, while he headed out to work. Today's Sunday and I have nothing to do, so, I start cooking.
I open the fridge and get some eggs and pancake mix.
I turn on the stove and begin making my omelets, I feel someone's arms embrace me. I flinch when I feel his fingertips move my shirt up and rubbed around my bellybutton and my hipbones that stucked up.
"Good morning beautiful," Griffin whispered, while watching me pour the wet pancakes onto the griddle and watching them cook, before turning around and facing him.
I smiled at him and said, "So, first date idea's?" I asked, trying to come up with some ideas.
"Go get ready, wear something comfortable." He said, before kissing my cheek and sending me upstairs to our room.
I opened my closet and decided to wear a blue jean shirt with black leggings and a cute pair of white toms. I curled my hair and grabbed my phone and shoved it into my bra.
I walked back downstairs and saw him standing there in a pair of blue jeans and a plaid shirt with some sunglasses.
He took my hand and we walked outside to his car. He opened the door for me and let me get inside.
I sat inside with my phone in my lap while he drove me to this little park.
It was a nice little place and we were alone.
There were flowers surrounding us. I loved the way that he made me feel when we were together, obviously he wanted to try this with me.
I wasn't just another one of his little toys either. He actually meant all this too me.
We just sat in silence, staring at each other.
"So, is this a good first date or what?" He asked, smiling at me. His eyes left mine bursting into blue flames. I didn't want to answer him, so I just continued watching the sun up in the sky.
* * *
We started to drive home and by now, it's dark outside and I'm not a big fan of the dark. That's why I sleep with a little nightlight on.
We drove but then the car stopped.
"Um, what's wrong with your car?!" I asked, noticing that he pulled over.
"Looks like, we have a flat." He stated as if I knew what he was going to have to do.
"Well, get out and fix it."
"It's dark, I can't see, I'll have to wait until morning." He said, turning the car off and taking off his seatbelt.
He got out and I did too, I pulled the seats down so the back of his car had a ton of room in the back.
He apartenly had about 3 blankets in the trunk and so, we used them and got into the back of the car. I held onto a blanket closely while feeling the darkness creep in.
Griffin was looking sound asleep.
"Baby," I whisper, making his eyes shoot open. He hummed answering my question.
"I'm... scared of the dark." I whisper the last part but I say it loud.
"Come here then," his hands met my thigh's skin as he dragged me closer to him. HIs body was warm and his chest was bare, he must've taken his shirt off.
He breathed onto me and whispered, "I love you Bekah Mills."
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