City

Light Pink flowers

One kiss after another, faster and longer. We took our time taking off our clothes but no time getting to his bed.

In my mind, I keep repeating "Is this really happening? Am I really about to do this?" I've never really had a one night stand. I'm kind of excited.

I wish I knew what he was thinking. The way he touches my body is gentle yet rough. He longs for me not as much as I do him. So I can take control.

I push him back onto the bed forcibly. Just then I saw a spark in his eye. Both shirtless, I slowly crawl over to him. Then we start over but slowly. Kiss after ki-

My phone rings. He starts kissing from my jawline to my neck as I look over at my phone. On the table, it rings, the light shining into the darkness.

"You don't have to get that." He whispers continuing to abuse my neck. As his hand slides over to my bra I got up. I pick up the phone and look at it.

It wasn't a number I knew or had saved in my phone. I picked up to hear Cillian yelling.

"Where are you?! Dad called five times!" He screamed. "I-I'll tell you when I get home." I rushed to get my shirt and put it on as I fixed myself up he kept yelling and I hung up soon enough, not listening to a word he said.

I looked over to Phillip who was still shirtless on the bed in the position I left him in. "Boyfriend?" He angrily asked me.

"Brother," I answer. He got up and pulled me into a hug. He whispered into my left ear, "This isn't over, cupcake." He let go and without saying a word I disappeared.

Rushing back home with some of my top still unbuttoned, I saw the cafe again. I blushed as I remembered how soft his touch was.

When I made it home Cillian was waiting for me in the living room. "Where the hell were you?" He asked. I've never seen Cillian mad before but I guess that's because I haven't seen him in two years.

He looks way different from how he used to look. But right now, he looks scary. I stutter to answer his question. He looks me up and down and starts to think.

"I-I went to a cafe and lost track of time looking for a job, which I found!" I tried to change the subject.

He came closer. My heart started to beat out of my chest. The smell of Phillip's cologne was all over me, he didn't have to stand too close to notice it.

"Who have you been with?"
He started to harass me with questions but he wasn't the only one who smelled something strong.

"You've been drinking?" I almost shout. "Well yeah! I thought my sister got fucking kidnapped! But no, she was out fucking some random dude!" He shouted. "I couldn't even do that! You fucking ruined it! How'd you even get my number?!"

"I had to call dad."
"And you didn't think to call before you started fucking drinking?!"
"This isn't about me. I don't go sleeping with random women!"

"Well, I'm not you. I like to live a little. You're nineteen acting like you have two kids, so you probably should find someone you can fuck and soon too!" I stormed off into my room looking, at my phone.

Dad called plenty of times. I was wondering why I didn't hear his calls. But I didn't care. I was furious. Cillian wants to walk out of my life, doesn't even try to reconnect with me, but suddenly he's all "big brother?" Bullshit.

I crawled into bed and went to sleep ignoring my thoughts, telling myself its not his fault to calm myself down.

I packed a bag the next day and I went to Phillip's apartment. We talked for a while, of course, I had to tell him what happened and when I told him he looked at me with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. "You're Cillian's sister." He said.

It was odd that he knew my brother. So we began to talk about it and well... "Your brother's my best friend."