letters to the boy who never cared

t w e l v e

I held bated breath, secretly ecstatic as I held the cold doorknob. It should not have been so exciting, but it was.

I was in Reed's house.

He hustled me into the door to escape the biting mid-October air. His hand was still wrapped around mine. I kicked my Uggs off at the door and looked around with a smile.

The brick Marlowe house was so cozy and warm, I immediately wanted nothing more than to flop on their couch and sleep for hours, swaddled in the thick blankets Reed's mom kept around. But our day was just beginning. Today was our second date, and since it was Saturday, Reed wanted to make a day of it.

Still, he seemed to read my mind. "Let's chill here for a while, yeah?" Reed said, pulling me toward the couch. I sat between his long legs and leaned into his sweater-clad chest. I closed my eyes as he played with my hair, brushing my jawline with his rough fingertips every now and then.

Pretty soon we decided to opt put of brunch. There were a bunch of Disney movies on HBO currently, so I just got comfortable, snuggling closer to Reed's chest. Up was playing, halfway finished already.

"If you're making out, pause. I'm coming down," a young, bored voice called from upstairs.

"We're not," Reed replied. To me, he whispered, "S'my brother." I'd heard of him, but I'd never met him.

I peeked over the top of the couch. "Hi."

The boy looked at me on his way to the fridge and paused. "Who are you?" He cocked his head at me slightly. His hair was dark, dark brown against his creamy, freckled skin.

"Alexa. You?"

He smiled shyly at me. He was adorable with those green eyes. The only similarity to him and Reed was their pale skin and slight, tall figure. I wondered if they had different fathers.

"Caleb," he said slowly, like he couldn't believe I was making conversation with him. I was guessing that usually the girls that came here didn't pay much attention to him, or dismissed him. The dark-haired kid stuck his head in the fridge, signalling the end of the conversation.

"Do you remember me? I was at that laser tag party this summer," I press on, not one to give up just like that.

Caleb's head popped back out from behind the stainless steel refrigerator door and grinned at me. "Oh, yeah! I remember you." He held a frozen Gogurt in his hand, and began to eat it as he walked back upstairs. "Bye, Alexa. Cool meeting you."

"Bye."

Reed called up something to him that their mom had told them, and my heart ached a bit at their affectionate, siblingly, almost-argumentative conversation. I'd always wanted a little brother or sister. And Caleb was just too cute, so that only made it worse. I think I had a thing for freckles. I think that might be why Matty and Caleb were automatically subject to cheek pinching, or in Caleb's case, mental cheek-pinching.

"How old is he?" I asked Reed.

"You really care?" he said incredulously. "No girl ever cares. He's ten, about to be eleven in a couple months."

"Of course I care. He's adorable. Plus, he's your brother." I shrugged and felt Reed smile, face buried in my hair.

"Your hair smells really good."

"Your abs look really good."

I jostled a bit as Reed laughed behind me. "Thanks," he chuckled.

After Up was The Little Mermaid. "Kiss the Girl" came on. Of course, Reed took his chance and complied by drawing a line of kisses down my neck. I sighed contentedly, then turned over, straddling and kissing him.

I was utterly pleased with myself as we resumed kissing. This Greek god-like hunk of a boy, thought I looked hot. And was kissing me. And trying to do a whole bunch more.

Eventually we realized that, should Caleb choose to come down, we'd be caught in a very compromising position. Reed took my hand and led me to his room, smirking slyly the whole way.

"Oh my God!" I screamed as Reed swung me up by the waist. He tossed me onto his soft, dark blue comforter.

Reed's room was airy and nice, with creamy white walls and lots of natural light. There were pictures, posters, records and their covers, and random signs hanging around the room, and the screen of his MacBook glowed faintly in the corner on his desk. It was neat and smelled just like Reed.

Said smell became stronger when Reed pounced on me, our noses inches apart. Kisses got deeper. I felt my shirt slip past my shoulders.

"Hmmm," Reed sighed contentedly and ran his fingers down my sides. "Little Lexi's not so little."

I blushed as he smirked at my bra.  I giggled at his corny joke, and stared up at him in adoration.

He chuckled and continued to leave a trail of kisses down my neck. His lips left burning spots.

Good Lord. This Reed Marlowe was getting the best of me.

A/N kind of an odd chapter to put a picture of him in but when I saw david mazouz on gotham as baby wayne I just had to put him in the story because honestly I want nothing more than to pinch his cheeks. So that's reed's lil bro.

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