my best friends brother

22 ... jealousy makes a dominant man

my best
friends brother
22

blair

"Aiden? H-Hey, what are you doing here?"

I was surprised when I saw him standing outside my doorstep, leaning on the edge of the door. He had his leg crossed over the other with his arms folded. I gulped at his soul staring facial expression.

"I just came by to see you but, it looked like you were kinda... busy," He said and cleared his throat.

"Busy?" I asked, playing stupid. I just really wanted to change the subject. If there's anything I noticed about Aiden since we were kids, was that he gets upset whenever there are any guys alone with me.

I mean, he's done it with Dylan and even Heidi, their mother. But it's only because he was protective I guess. There was always something about Aiden having the need to protect the girls in the house.

Which I always found adorable as kids, but when we grew up, that anger seemed to turn into jealousness.

Which now, I kind of understand since the day he told me he's liked me for a long time. I'm stupid.

I then understood why he never not once took a liking to Matteo when we were dating. Whenever he'd come around, his entire mood always changed immediately and he'd ignore everyone or find a way to leave the room until Matteo was officially gone.

"How long were you out here?"

"Mm, not that long. I sat in my car for minute when I saw you and what's his face out here giggling," He rolled his eyes, thinking I didn't notice.

"Abraham? Oh, we were just studying!"

"Studying? Is that right?" He taunted while moving in closer. I gulped and took steps back but, he would only move in even closer each time I'd move back.

"M-Mhm," I gulped again.

"What were you studying?" He asked, tilting his head as I felt his hand slide around my waist, wrapping firmly around my back, locking me.

"U-Uh history," He leaned his head down to my height slowly as I trembled in his firm hold.

"History? Is that what it was?" He whispered, staring into my eyes as his lips brushed against mine. I couldn't form any words and before I knew it, his lips were making out with mine almost instantly.

"A-Aiden," I whispered as his lips continued claiming mine. He hummed against my lips.

"I-it's late. Maybe you should go home," I told him in between kisses as he would not let me loose at all.

"Or maybe," I gasped when he lifted me up, making me wrap my legs around his torso as he slammed the door shut behind him with his foot.

"I could stay right here with my little angel and continue locking lips until her lips are numb," He murmured against my mouth and I shivered.

My hands seemed to have a mind— or instinct of their own as I held his face gently while he basically made love to my lips. Aiden turned himself around, my back leaning up against the front door now.