My Best Friend’s Brother

Chris catches me looking in their direction.

”Damn it!”

Julie asks:

”What’s wrong, Molly?”

I say:Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

”No, no big deal.”

But I want to disappear now. I can’t even look in their direction again. But my eyes betray me a few minutes later, and I do. The women are no longer there with them. They must have arranged to meet somewhere later. It doesn’t make me very happy.

Sometime later, they come back with the drinks, and I see that Devon’s girlfriend has also noticed him talking with those girls and doesn’t seem to like it very much. He says a few things in her ear, and she gets her faceless tied up little by petite.

I avoid looking at Chris, but it’s hard because he’s standing beside me. I held my glass and stared at him for a while, and I knew that Chris saw me looking at them and checking to see who they were talking to, and there was no way I would lie about it if he asked me. At least he doesn’t do that.

I bring my glass to my mouth and take a minimal swig of my drink. Chris moves closer to my ear when he realizes that no one is looking at us and asks:

”Do you want to leave?”

I knew he had arranged with someone else, I think he wanted to take me because he thought it would get awkward, but it won’t. I won’t let him. I think he realizes this and smiles when he comes to my ear again and says:

” I don’t think I asked the question right.”

I look at him, confused, and he smiles even more and comes closer again, asking me:

”Do you want to go away with me? ”

… Chris…

She waits a few minutes before saying that she thinks she is going home already. I promptly offered to drive her, and she said she didn’t need to, but I insisted. Julie says she’d better take me up on my offer, and after pretending to be reluctant, she decides to accept.

It’s an inside joke that we can’t laugh at, at least not until we’re out of their field of vision.

”You are a great actor.”

She turns around, and I end up laughing as I say it too:

”You are not far behind.”

She smiles even more comprehensively as we try to find our way through the dancing crowd. Molly starts moving to the music, while we can’t move in the group, and I end up taking her hand, and we start dancing to some music by a DJ that I can’t remember who it is.

She seems to be enjoying it. I have always known that she is a fan of music. I have heard her singing several times. She sways to the music, and I admire her while she has her eyes closed. She is wonderful.

She opens her eyes and catches me looking at her like this and smiles, and then she looks at something behind me. Still, when I turn around and ask what it is, she comes toward me and kisses me, and I end up letting it go because I have to confess that I have wanted to do this since we got here today.

A while later, she pulls away and holds my hand pulling me through the crowd towards the exit. I recognize the woman I talked to earlier today while standing in line at the bar. Then I realize something.

We are standing outside the bar when I stop, and she does the same, lets go of my hand and asks:

”What?”

I still stare at her and start to laugh. I guess from the look on her face, she has some idea of what I saw. I then say:

”Did you kiss me so she would see?”

Maybe Molly didn’t expect that because she’s blushing now. She crosses her arms and doesn’t look at me, and I begin to think this is quite graceful of her. I still expect an answer, and she knows it, so she looks at me and says:

”Do you want to talk about this?”

I say the obvious:

”I do. That’s why I asked.”

She takes a deep breath, then says:

” It was on impulse, okay?”

I laugh and say:

” It was out of jealousy.”

She looks at me in surprise, and I almost regret what I said, but it’s true. She then says:

” I’m not in love with you, Chris.”

That her reaction takes me by surprise now, and I say:

”I didn’t say that. ”

We stare at each other now. I wouldn’t say I like this silence as if she is weighing everything and wants to return to where our friends are. Then I hold up the keys, and she takes a deep breath and follows me toward my car.

I wouldn’t say I like this silence, and as she approaches the passenger door, I grab her around the waist and start kissing her, she doesn’t pull away and seconds later is kissing me with the same desire I have, back.

I think we are better off being quiet. I thank him for unusually breaking this silence, but better than explaining why I kissed him in front of that woman again, because even I don’t know.

His car is in a part of the parking lot where there is minimal light and people around, and the way he is kissing me and running his hands over my body makes me want not to wait until we get home. I think he realizes it because he smiles mischievously and opens the car door for us to get in.

There isn’t much room in the back seat, but enough for us to find a position that suits us. I don’t know what this guy does to me, that I’m not the least bit afraid of being caught in the act in the back seat with him. At the moment, I want to continue what we are doing.

I am on top of his body, with my legs tucked between his waist, and I mentally thank myself for choosing to come in a skirt. As we kiss, he climbs his hands under the fabric of my dress, and I bite his lips to keep from letting out a moan and drawing outside attention to us in the car.