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He
was my older brother's best friend.
He
was never supposed to be mine.
I
thought we would get it out of our system and move on.
One
of us did.
One
of us left.
Now
he’s back, looking at me like he wants to devour me. And all those
feelings I’d turned into anger are brewing into something else,
something that terrifies me.
He
broke my heart last time.
This
time he'll obliterate it.
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“Look
at me, Elle,” he says, using the deliciously low demanding voice
that once made my toes curl and my eyes roll back, and I have no
choice but to tilt my head to give him my attention. “Forget those
lame guys you’re dating.
Let
me take you out.”
My
heart, if possible, spikes further in my chest, overriding all
warning of the impending chaos that’s sure to come. I try turning
my attention to the poster hanging beside me, but the kissing couple
makes me look back at him and the deep green eyes that are burning
into mine. My stomach does a flip-flop, the way it always does when
he looks at me that way and I try to take my hands back because these
feelings are too scary for me to deal with right now, but he holds
them tighter, bringing them up to his mouth and kissing the tip of my
ring finger. Why did he pick that finger to kiss? I pull harder and
he finally lets my hand drop.
A
myriad of emotions flash in his eyes before they settle on
determination and I’m forced to take a step back, away from his
scent, away from his warmth, and into the cold closet behind me.
“Why
not?”
I
sigh, finally looking away, back down to his naked feet. “I just
can’t.” He knows why not. He shouldn’t ask me that question.
“What’s Vic doing, anyway?”
His
body moves into mine so quickly that I don’t have time to react to
his large hands clutching my arms or his face dropping until we’re
nose to nose. I just stare, wide eyed, waiting for his lips to fall
over mine, but they don’t. He just looks at me, breathes on me,
lets me breathe on him, and he groans. And that fucking groan travels
from his body into mine and crawls into the core of me, draping over
every fiber inside of me.
“What
do you want, Oliver?” I whisper against his lips. “What do you
want from me? You want to kiss me? You want to fuck me? You want to
come into my life like the hurricane that you are and tear down
everything I’ve rebuilt and disappear just as quickly?”
His
lips brush slightly against mine, just a breath of a touch as he
stands there, crowding me like he’s about to devour me. But he
won’t. He never goes in for the kill. He just lures me, casts me,
reels me in and pulls away. His hands drop and his face leaves mine
with the same quickness and I feel a pang deep inside me that I wish
wasn’t there.
“I’m
sorry,” he says quietly, shaking his head in a movement that makes
his hair sway back and forth. His eyes are soft on mine now and I can
almost hear his thoughts: I
should have never kissed her. I should have never—
My
brows rise in surprise at the apology, though. There are so many
things I can say to him, but the sudden defeated look in his eyes
keeps my mouth shut. Finally, I exhale and push off the wall,
standing in front of him, with enough distance between us that we
can’t reach out and touch each other.
“It’s
okay just… don’t do it again. The kiss the other day was a
mistake…” I stop talking and walk past him, putting my bra away
and sorting through my underwear drawer like it has some sort of
hidden treasure or something. This time when I feel him come up
behind me, I drop my head and exhale. He really needs to stop
sneaking up behind me.
“Oli—“
I start and gasp when I feel his lips on the back of my neck, soft
and warm. My heart thunders and my hands begin to shake inside the
drawer so I close my eyes and focus on breathing. He drops another
kiss right beside that spot. I never knew the back of my neck was so
sensitive. The feeling sends a ripple of sensation down my arms and
through my body.
“It
wasn’t a mistake,” he says in a husky whisper that makes my flesh
break out in goose bumps. “You’ve never been a mistake. You want
me to tell your brother that I want to take you out? Is that what it
would take?”
Claire
Contreras graduated with her BA in Psychology from Florida
International University. She lives in Miami, Florida with her
husband, two little boys, and three dogs.
Her
favorite past times are: daydreaming, writing, and reading.
She
has been described as a random, sarcastic, crazy girl with no filter.
Life
is short, and it’s more bitter than sweet, so she tries to smile as
often as her face allows. She enjoys stories with happy endings,
because life is full of way too many unhappy ones.
