Best Friends Brother

Best Friends Brother - Chapter 3, Betrayal.

"It isn't possible."

Sitting up, I regained my breath. I picked up my phone, slowly yet surely writing a reply, thinking carefully about what I wanted to say. Did he really have feelings for me? Tapping send, I inhaled, exhaling shortly after, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of my chest.

"I need to see you."

Quickly opening the bathroom door, I rushed into my room, flinging my coat on, half on and half off, fighting to get it on. Kicking on my trainers, I strode down the large flight of stairs, leading to the bottom floor, my sister looking at me puzzled. I threw her a cheeky grin, then exited the door, locking it, secured behind me.

I started to make my way through the naked streets, pretty lights scattered along the road, leading me towards where I was heading. It only took a matter of minutes before I had entered the nearest park, and there he was.

I ran towards him, carelessly, wrapping my arms around his neck, him catching me, holding onto my waist. I gripped his shoulders, clinging onto him. He cupped my face, looking me in the eye.

"I missed you too."

He pulled my face closer to his, and as soon as I had realised, everything I could've imagined had started to happen.

In the shadows his face was so close to mine I could smell the strong, alluring scent of the Sauvage he had sprayed religiously before he left his home, and then his tongue was in my mouth. In all truth, I had not invited him to do such thing. I had merely wanted to stare at him to make sure he was truly alive and there.

But I didn't even catch a glimpse of his face, so instantaneous and urgent he was, it all but overpowered my senses as it explored my mouth. I felt like I was levitating off the ground, seamlessly floating into the night sky.

However, this all had to end. I was thrilled to see he was still standing there and than I hadn't just woken up from a dream. He was real. He was almost mine.

Sealing everything with another soft kiss, I pulled away. He was still, staring me in the eye, and I could tell he wanted more. I laid my head underneath his chin, and it was like we were communicating without talking, his embrace answering all of my questions. I had longed for this feeling, and I felt.. well, happy.

After what felt like hours, he grabbed my hand, his thumb stroking the back of it, leading us somewhere. I was confused, though I assumed it would be somewhere safe.

Besides, anywhere with him was safe.

We'd arrived back at his house, lights out. We quietly opened the front door, stealthily yet successfully making our way to his room. Once we had entered, I fell down onto his bed, and he did the same. He cuddled up beside me, his lips resting on my neck. I felt him planting little kisses there, cuddling himself in closer, making me giggle. I stroked his waves whilst he continued, my heart full.
He was so pretty. Pretty in a guy way. I wish every second of my life would consist of this, us together, only thinking about us, the two of us the only people to exist.

Snapping back into reality I felt his familiar touch once again. His soft hands exploring my body as he got more and more comfortable in my embrace, his lips touching mine. Strangely but comfortingly, it felt like home.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence he started to move away from my grasp. My hands were still clinging to him like a baby as to not let him leave. I watched as he started to take off his shirt. I thought he would end it there and come back to me, just to make himself more comfortable.

However, after he removed his shirt, he started to unbutton his jeans.

"Hey, stop.."

He didn't say anything, but obliged quickly.

I was happy with how he didn't fuss and softly tucked us both into the covers to continue as we were. I was so lucky to have someone so understanding.
I had then realised I would do anything to be with him. Anything, really.

I would leave my best friend for him.