My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 13

Nathan's POV

My bedroom door creeped open, and in stepped the most beautiful girl in the world. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, and the curves of her body, even though they were across the room from me were driving me wild with desire.

"I think I just ran into Tasha," even her voice was perfect and—

"What?" I blurted out. My heart throbbing in my ears.

"The girl from the picture—" Olivia started.

"Urgh!" Covered my face with my hands and threw myself down on the bed.

"Hey," she came and sat down on my bed with me, "it'll be okay," she stroked what bits of my face were showing.

I removed my hands and looked up at her. I didn't mean to smile, but as soon as I saw her gentle eyes it involuntarily spread over my face.

God, I loved her so much.

"I just," I sighed, "I can't believe she's back."

"It's alright," she stroked down my jaw.

She was right, everything was going to be fine. She was there and the world was at peace. Her fingers traced up to my temple and I was over the moon.

"You're a witch," I accused in a whisper. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be whisked away by her touch.

"No I'm not," I may not have been able to see it, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

"You are!" I said with my eyes still closed. "Tasha is literally in my house and I don't even care."

"Oh come on," she said, massaging my scalp as she went. "She's just a girl with a crush, not a monster."

"Olivia," her spell was broken and I opened my eyes, "She literally stripped down and got into bed with me!"

"Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding?" She said unconvinced.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Okay, it's hella rapey," she agreed.

I nodded. The pit in my stomach was back at the thought of Tasha.

Of all of Em's friends, Tasha had always been my worst. She was just as loud and in your face as the rest of them, but at least the others would ignore me and I could ignore them, not Tasha though. She seemed to seek me out just to harass me.

"Maybe you should talk to her." Olivia suggested.

I looked up at her, pleading in my eyes.

"Look, she clearly has a crush on you," she lay down next to me. "Maybe try let her down gently?"

"I just," I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, "I don't see how she likes me, she doesn't even know me!"

"I know," she shrugged, "but she's probably in love with a version of you that exists in her mind, talk to her. Show her who you really are."

"You're incredible," I pulled her into a tight hug and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Why?" She smiled against my chest.

"That was just so well said," she was amazing. Everything she did left me in awe of her.

I held her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and angled her face towards me. My lips met hers and I was over the moon. Her lips were as soft as silk, and moved against mine like the wings of a butterfly.

How could Tasha be in love with me? How could anyone be in love with someone who wasn't Olivia.

She broke away from our kiss just long enough to whisper "I love you."

"I love you," I broke away from the kiss and held her head between my hands.

I studied her face. How many times had I looked at her, and yet I still blown away from her beauty. She had the most incredible smiles. It was the sort of smile that reached all the way up to her eyes, those magical eyes. Her eyes seemed to change color in the light, in the sun they were a dark forest green, but in this dim light they looked brown. I knew she preferred it when I said her eyes were green, but the brown was the color that always enchanted me. They looked so warm and kind. They showed how beautiful and loving she was. There was nothing harsh about her, and her brown eyes just enhanced her soft femininity.

With my thumb I stroked the soft skin next to her eye. "You're so beautiful," I whispered so softly that I wondered if she even heard me.

There was that smile.

She must have heard me, because her smile crept up to her eyes. "No you're beautiful."

She rolled me onto my back, and sat up so that she was straddling me.

I let my hands trail down from her face, over her soft breasts, and eventually rested them on her wide feminine hips.

She bent down so that her lips were mere centimeters away from mine. I could feel her warm breath on my lips, the heat from her arousal nearly burnt me.

She leaned down further and our lips met. She tasted sweet like strawberries. I gripped her hips and her tongue slipped into my mouth. She was my drug of choice, and I needed her.

"I love you," I whispered out.

"I love you too babe," she grinned.

"Oh you little-" I flipped us over so that she was on her back with me between her legs. She knew how cringey I found it when people called each other 'babe,' or 'baby,' or any variation of that.

She giggled out from underneath me.

"Oh you find that funny?" I smiled down at her.

She giggled more intently.

I reached down and tickled her stomach.

She tried wiggling away while laughing hysterically.

I loved that laugh.

She tried swatting my hand away, but I grabbed both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. I bent down and kissed her passionately. I released her hands and she instantly tangled them in my hair, pulling it just the way she knew I liked.

I slipped my hand under her dress, to feel her soft and perfect skin.

"NATHAN!" My mom called up to me.

"Urgh," I rested my forehead on Olivia's.

"I need your help with the TV!"

"Coming," I called.