He is my Forbidden Fruit

Chapter: He is crazy for me.

I am so excited and scared. I kissed Harold and now he has his voice is filled with lust and telling me to get in his bed.

"You okay?" He asks. He kisses my nose.

I push him away and quickly get out of there. I hide inside my closet. I drop to the floor and breathe in so hard and exhale.

Oh god! Oh god! We kissed. We kissed!

"Cassandra?" Father says. I hear him enter my room.

"Yes?"

"What the? Why are you in your closet?"

"Looking for something,  did you need anything?"

Father suddenly opens the door and looks down at me with worry. "Are you sure you're okay? I saw you run from Harold's room," he says. He enters the closet and closes the door. He sits indian style in front of me.

Oh darn, he saw me. Think of something.

"Just," I say.

"He told me you got upset when he started talking about your mom," Father told me.

I nod. I am going along with it.

Father pats my leg. "I told him to stop. You aren't judging Kelly so why would he have the right to judge your mom?"

"You're right. I guess I can talk to him like a decent person," I say.

He nods, "okay kiddo. Well how about we get out of here and go to sleep?"

"Yes," I stand and open the door. We walk out and father says goodnight before leaving.

I drop on my face on the bed. I can't believe what happened.

"Click click," I hear something hit my window. I look up and see Roger outside the window. I run to him and open the window.

He jumps in and kisses my forehead. "Hey," he smiles.

I hug him. Should I tell him what happened? I mean, we aren't going out, but he did say he likes me.

"I missed you too," he says.

His scent is strong like whiskey yet it is not rough on the nose.

"You okay?" He asks as he pulls away.

I nod, "yeah."

He gets my chin and smirks. "You look super cute. I like the new clothes."

I look down, "thanks."

"So," he drags me to my bed and we sit down. "Are you now cool with Harold? And me?"

"Yeah," I say.

"So um, when do you think I can talk to your dad?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"Okay, and well, I also wanted to kiss you goodnight," he cups my face. He begins to lean in but I feel different. His lips touch mine and the feeling is gone. I just stay there and let him kiss me. Though he notices I am not into it. He stops and frowns. "What's wrong?"

I sigh, "I-I don't feel good. Sorry."

"Okay, do you want me to stay?"

"It's okay," I say.

Roger kisses my cheek and pets my hair away from my face. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Night Cassie." He exits my room. I slap myself.  I can't think of anything other than Harold's kiss. He was so full of sexual desire and want. Yet he was so sweet and wanted me to feel good.

I touch my lips and still feel his lips. No, no, I can't feel anything towards my step brother.

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