My Best Friend’s Brother

I turn off the lamp that was on, then hear her say:

”Okay, turn on that lamp and come over here!”

I knew she wouldn’t deny me this.

I stand up and stare at her expectantly. She then says:

”Why do I need to apologize?”

I take a deep breath and say:

”You called me an asshole.”

”But you are an asshole!”

I turn around again and go back to bed.

”No, wait!”

I smile when I hear this but don’t let it show.

She still looks at me.

”Look, Molly, you came over here and insulted me and called me an asshole. You need to apologize for that: my room, my rules.”

She doesn’t seem to accept my conditions.

But I never thought about making it easy.

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He still expects me to accept his conditions. It tempts me to do so, to get out of here before I do something I will regret, but I hold my ground.

I look away from his eyes because the anger I felt when I came here slowly fades as he looks at me.

I was angry, yes, but more that he had left me like that in the kitchen, and even though I knew he wanted to kiss me, he had rejected me like that. At least that’s how I felt. I refused, which made me angry.

But I know that he doesn’t feel the way he wants me to think. The problem is that I’m not sure about that.

He wonders:

”So what?”

I raise my eyes in surprise. I think I let my thoughts take me away from here for a moment.

Then I look up into his face again.

I take a deep breath. Chris still stares at me, and I approach him slowly.

He looks surprised.

We are very close now, and he no longer seems as arrogant or confident as he did seconds ago.

I look into his eyes for a moment, then lower my eyes to his lips. Then I look into his eyes again and say:

”Can I apologize in any other way?”

I can tell by how his breathing has changed that he seems surprised to hear me.

I like that.

He answers in a low voice:

” Well…”

I don’t wait for him to finish, I move even closer, and our mouths are together.

I close my eyes the instant our lips are together and moving in a combined way while I hold his hair tightly and pull him closer to me.

I have to control myself not to show how much I’ve missed his mouth.

I’ve figured that out now too.

And I don’t want him to squeeze me even tighter against his body with each passing second, making it even harder for us to separate the way I had planned seconds ago.

As we kiss, I feel him take a few steps back, and we are on the side of his bed.

I shy away from his lips for a moment, and I would love it if he didn’t look so sexy looking at me like that breathing heavily, with his hair messy and his mouth ajar.

I swallow hard, take a deep breath, and place my hand on his chest, making him sit on the bed in front of me.

I have no idea where I got all this assurance in my gestures because inside, I am just a mess about what I feel right now.

He looks at me, then moves his gaze down my body. I like how he is looking at me now, similar to how I have looked at him a few times.

And this gives me even more courage to move closer and kiss him again as he holds my waist with both hands, and I slowly make him lie down on his bed with the weight of my body.

I’m sitting beside him while he moves his hands up and down my body, caressing me. I intensify the way we kiss because I can’t remain immune to how he touches me.

I lower my hands on his face and lift his shirt, which he quickly helps off his body.

”Molly…”

He says between our kisses, making me pull away and look into his eyes. He then continues:

”I love your mouth.”

I do not react.

It kills me.

He then kisses me again and puts his hand under my shirt, finding my skin and moving up slowly.

I have to act soon.

It is getting hard to resist.

I pull away from his mouth, still looking into his eyes, and put on a naughty smile on my mouth. He just stares at me.

Damn it!

The sight of that abdomen doesn’t let me stay focused.

I take a deep breath and open the button of his jeans. I see him take a deep breath as I unzip and pull down his pants a few inches.

Seeing what I felt, even if it was underneath his boxer shorts, didn’t calm my breathing.

I swallow again.

His hand goes under my shirt again, he finds my breast and caresses it, and I didn’t want to feel this desire going further and further south in my body, making me needier every second.

So I go to meet his mouth again, while my hand stays there and slowly slips under his boxer shorts.

I can’t be distracted by what I’m feeling and touching.

But it is too much temptation.

I have a goal.

And I find it.

He looks at me, perplexed.

I take the key, get off his body, run to the door and turn the key on the knob.

I open the door, and as I close it behind me, I see that he is still lying on the bed with his arms on either side of his body, looking in my direction.

He looks shocked.

Good.

All part of the plan.