The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Was it my fault?

Noah's PoV

Arielle moved up on her tiptoes, until there was barely a distance of an inch between us.
I so desperately wanted to kiss those lips, but what if this wasn't a good idea? What if she was doing it influenced by the drinks. I knew she had some wine over dinner, I could smell it on her. Or was that me? I didn't want the guilt to weigh her down tomorrow morning. I know how she feels about us sneaking around behind our parents backs.
I didn't want to make the move, and nor did she. I could tell.

As I leant closer, hovering my lips above her own, I prayed to god that she wouldn't move back and she didn't. My hands were on the small of her back, and her arms were around my neck. I knew she wanted this as much as I do so I slowly pressed our lips together, waiting for her to have some sort of reaction.
Once her arms tightened around my neck, I knew that she was giving me the okay to continue so I did just that.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, her tongue dipping into my mouth first. Now I know she really wants this but I didn't want to go too fast. I wanted to savour the moment incase she was to suddenly change her mind about us again.

My phone made me jump a little as another weird song from the 60s began to play. Yes okay, I'll admit it, I have a playlist on my phone labelled 'A', incase I ever needed to use it and tonight seemed to be that night.

Her mouth tasted like peppermint mixed with a hint of wine. Again, that could have been me but there's no way to really tell. Her lips are not a foreign touch to mine yet I couldn't help but think that this was her way of saying goodbye. For me, it was a way of holding on.

I pulled back from the kiss once the taste of salty tears mixed with it. She was crying as I cupped her cheeks in my hands.
"What's wrong?" I was praying that she wouldn't turn around and tell me that all of that was a mistake.
She pursed her lips, shaking her head before she leant forward again, connecting our lips for the second time. It hurt my lip to kiss but I just looked past the pain because all I want to be doing from now until I die is kiss her. Extreme, I know.

This time the kiss was needy and fast, like we've been waiting to do this for a very long time when in reality, it's only been a couple of days. She gently pushed me up to my bed, the back of my knees hitting it, making me fall onto it.
Arielle was quick to straddle my waist, pulling back from the kiss.

I looked up at her with desperation. Why did she stop?

Suddenly her finger tips softly graze down my chest and to my stomach where the bruises of last nights events lay. Man, that was only last night. Why are the days going by so slow?

"Do they hurt?" Her voice was quiet.
"A little." I lied just a little. They do hurt quite a bit but I'm not going to tell her that, she'll stop the sensual moment we were sharing.
"Was it my fault?" Tears brimmed in her eyes again and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What? Why would it be your fault?" I sat up, caressing her cheek.
"Were you fighting about me?" She pressed her lips into a straight line, looking into my eyes.
"Jude had it coming." I shook my head. After what she had told me he had done to her, he's lucky I haven't found him again and beat his ass.
"That didn't answer my question." Her voice cracked.
"Look, he noticed you when I did and it kind of just started from there." I sighed, pushing her off me gently. I didn't want to seem mad at her but it obviously came across that way.
"Are you seriously going to push me away again?" She looked at me as I stood from my bed, walking over to my chest of drawers. I should have put my shirt on earlier then she never would have seen the bruises.
"I'm not pushing you away." I sighed at her, picking up a black top and pulling it over my head.
"I just don't want to be talking about him-" I was referring to Jude.
"Whilst we're making out." I shrugged my shoulders. I'm not in the wrong, am I?

She stood up from my bed and walked over to the door. Oh for god sake. I screwed up again.
"Where are you going?" I frustratingly ran a hand through my hair.
"To get changed." She gave me a weak smile.
"Can you at least give me a kiss so I know you're not angry at me?" I gave her a hopeful look. I was sure she would turn on her heel and walk out without a second glance so I was shocked when she came over and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Thank you Jesus.
"You're coming back right?" I questioned.
"Maybe." She smirked before leaving me alone in my room.

With a grin, I fell down to my bed. At least she's back to a playful mood... I hope.
I grabbed my phone, shutting off the music before scrolling through Instagram whilst I waited for her return.

About an hour had past and she still hadn't come back to me. I bet she's had time on her own to think about us and she's changed her mind again. If that's the case, I don't want to play her stupid games.

Knocking me out of my thoughts was the beautiful girl standing at my door way wearing some cute baby blue shorts and a cropped vest stop. How can one always look so amazing?
"I didn't think you'd come back." I watched as she shut the door and walked over to me.
"George wanted to show me a few videos of his productions. I'm here now." She giggled, straddling my lap once more.
"Well, now I've got to you myself..." I smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist before flipping her on her back. My other hand used itself to hold my weight up whilst the other travelled up her side.

She was so perfect and she was all mine. I hope.