Fall In Love With My Bestfriend's Brother

Chapter 4

It is above my body, it doesn't crush me but it is close enough to feel its hard chest against mine.

This is wrong, we shouldn't be like this but damn me for not wanting it to move away from me, I need it closer, its lips against mine and its hands on my body recognizing every corner.

Its breath against my face sends currents throughout my weak body because whenever it comes to him, I am more than weak.

- Amanda...- its hoarse and manly voice, pronouncing my name is like the song of angels, but as nothing is too good to be true.

But the sound of a phone ringing loudly in the kitchen ends up abruptly interrupting the wonderful moment they were living in the solitude of the night.

Samuel moves away from me as if I were the plague and goes in the direction of where he was sitting eating and realizes that his phone is the one that was ringing nonstop.

He answers it and gives me fleeting glances, I sit back down because my legs are trembling too much and I don't want him to see that. I stay tuned to what will happen next.

- Yes, I understand... is there nothing that can be done? - he asks on the other side, his face changed to a more serious expression and apparently, something serious is happening. It must be something related to work.

I just watch him attentively, take a sip from my glass without wanting to intrude, although if we're in the same place, it's impossible not to overhear his conversation.

I grab my phone to see if I find anything interesting, but so far I only see pictures from Kate's i********: where it looks like she's having a great time. I smile at that, as she loves to party.

But the voice of this mega-sexy specimen makes me put my phone aside to give him my complete attention.

- Amanda, I'm sorry that the night has to end this way, but I need to leave urgently for business matters - he tells me as an apology. Deep down I appreciate that he's leaving because I don't think I can continue to stay away from him, but on the other hand, I would love for him not to leave and for us to finish what we were about to do.

- It's alright, don't worry. I'll clean up here - I say the words with a smile, he looks at me with an expression that I can't decipher.

- That's not necessary, I'll clean when I get back - he says and I shake my head.

- And I told you that since you cooked, it's my turn to clean. Go, if they called you at this hour it must be important - I say with the same smile, avoiding the nerves that still haven't left me. I see him hesitating and wanting to tell me something but in the end he doesn't.

- Alright, call me if anything comes up - he says and turns around, I let out the breath I've been holding when out of nowhere I feel a kiss on my forehead - See you - he says goodbye again, leaving me completely in shock.

What the hell was that?!

I blink in the direction he left unable to believe it, he kissed me... it was on the forehead I know, but still, it felt... different, special.

His lips against my skin felt extremely soft, delicate and with an exquisite warmth that only he could give me.

It's much better than I ever imagined. I blush as my own thoughts lead me astray and no, it's not something decent.

I can already imagine how his kisses must feel on the lips, most likely I will faint if he ever does it, since I'm on the verge of a nervous and mental breakdown right now.

I shake my head frantically, look at the table with the dirty dishes, and decide to leave everything clean before going to bed, my day is over and I have nothing else to do standing up.

I clean everything properly, then dry it and put it away. I leave the kitchen island sparkling and when I consider everything is in order, I go to my room with the glass of wine and the remaining bottle.

At least if I can't have s*x with my stud, I will dedicate myself to drinking until I finish the bottle, I doubt Samuel will mind if I finish it, although I will tell him as soon as I see him anyway. I don't want him to think I'm taking advantage, because I'm not.

I go up to my room with the things while I'm here, several weeks are coming ahead, which I hope to enjoy in the best possible way.

Once inside, I leave the bottle and the glass on the nightstand, take off my clothes, and look for my pajamas to be more comfortable. Already changed, I take my glass and go to the small balcony that the place has to appreciate the night.

There's a small sofa and a table, I leave the bottle there and take a seat, bending my feet and resting my knees against my chest, wrapping both legs with my left arm while I drink from my glass with my right.

I close my eyes enjoying the wind of the place, how it caresses my body and greets me, how the nocturnal animals welcome me to the place with their peculiar sounds, or how the sound of the sea and the few trees there are in the place create a harmonious melody that envelops me in seconds. It's so much that I miss, that without realizing it, it's already midnight and neither Samuel nor Kate has arrived home. I let out a sigh, checking that I had nothing left to drink, and I entered the room and went to bed.

Tomorrow will be another day, where I hope to enjoy it more than today. The flight left me exhausted, plus everything Kate made me do during the afternoon took a toll on me, making me fall into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.

But strange sounds downstairs wake me up completely scared, I open my eyes wide, and my heart pounds in my chest, my breathing becomes irregular, and a terrible fear invades me.

What the hell is that? I don't believe they're thieves, right?

Damn, I shake my head desperately and cover myself with the blankets as if that s**t is going to help me in any way if they're armed thieves, for sure the blankets and sheets will save me from being killed.

Fuck, I'm too young to die, suddenly I remember that my door has no lock, and with a speed that surprises me because of how shaky I am, I stand up to close it, and a voice stops me in my tracks.

"Shit..." I know that voice, I lean my forehead against the door and allow myself to relax.

I quickly walk downstairs when I come across Kate, who is completely drunk, she can barely stand. She tries to go up the stairs and only takes a few steps, I look down and there are several things on the floor, I shake my head and go to help her.

I descend the remaining steps until I am by her side and grab her left arm.

"Come on, I'll help you," I say softly, and she laughs.

"No... don't tell Sami," she says, avoiding laughing out loud, covering her mouth with her free hand.

"He's not here, so let's go before he arrives and sees you like this," I say tiredly because it's not the first time she has ended up in these conditions, and it's not the first time I have to help her as if she were a child who needs someone to take care of her.

She's 20 years old, and for God's sake, she should take care of herself. I don't know why she always ends up like this.

The next thing that happens is what always happens, after some endless minutes, we manage to get to her room but go straight to the bathroom where she leaves her soul in the toilet, I hold her hair so she doesn't get dirty when she's done, I flush and help her brush her teeth and then help her put on her pajamas and tuck her into bed.

Once I see her deeply asleep in her bed, I go to mine for a couple of pills and a glass of water that she'll surely need when she wakes up tomorrow, and then I return to the comfort of mine to continue sleeping, but as always happens to me, sleep has gone, leaving me awake at 3 o'clock in the morning.

I groan and let out a small scream into my pillow. I start thinking about the immortality of the crab, getting lost in my thoughts, maybe if I eat something, it'll help me sleep.

With no enthusiasm, I go to the first floor, and fix the mess that Kate left and that I had completely forgotten, once that's done, I go to the kitchen for something to eat.

Like an intruder, I start rummaging through everything in search of something that catches my attention, but I find nothing until I see a small cake at the end of one of the rows in the refrigerator.

"I got you, you'll help me sleep like a baby tonight," I say, talking to the cake and smiling like a child on Christmas.

I find a small spoon and sit on one of the stools on the island to devour this beauty. I take the first bite and simply close my eyes and allow myself to be enchanted by this wonderful delight.

"God, this is amazing," I praise whoever is the author of this masterpiece of a dessert. I take another bite, too ecstatic with its flavor on my lips.

"Cravings?" says a voice behind me, making me scream in surprise and fright. I turn around and see Samuel smiling amused by what he has just caused in me.

I shake my head at who knows what, but it's the only thing I can do because of the scare and the lump in my throat from seeing him so goddamn sexy in front of me.

"Hmm, I... I couldn't sleep and, well, I thought eating would help me," I say, blushing like a tomato because he caught me red-handed.

"That's how I see it, although I don't know if more sugar to your system will help, I think it'll be worse," he says, and I look at my plate and damn, I think he's right.

"Hmm, I didn't think about that," I say, hiding my face out of embarrassment.

"Better let me make you a tea to calm your sugar rush," he says, and I look up to see him with a kind smile. I nod without saying anything and watch him move around the kitchen with skill, with experience until he is in front of me within a few minutes, leaving a steaming cup, which when I drink it, makes me gasp at how delicious it tastes.

I lift my gaze because an awkward silence has been created, having him in front of me, looking at me in a way that I can't express. I squirm in my chair and try to think of something or a topic of conversation to break the tense moment, but he does it.- I can't believe how much you've changed over the years, you're definitely not the girl I used to know anymore. Now you're a whole woman... or not, Amanda? - he says, causing my skin to prick, making me look directly into his eyes and swallow hard at his words.

What...what did he say?

I see him and I don't see a hint of remorse in his words, what does he mean by that? Does he see me as a woman now?

Damn, I've been waiting for this forever but...

- Hmm yes, I suppose so. Well, years have passed and one grows, matures, and yes... I'm definitely no longer a girl - I say the first thing that comes to mind. f**k, what am I doing? -..Although we must admit that you've done the same, I mean... you look better with each passing year - I blurt out and bite my tongue for what I just said.

What the hell is wrong with me?

- So it seems...- he says in a deep voice, making my core throb -..will your boyfriend join you guys during the summer, or will it just be the two of you? - another uncomfortable and breathless question.

- Hmm no, there's no boyfriend. We broke up a few weeks ago - I blurt out with more details than I should, but I couldn't help it.

Samuel opens his eyes wide at my response, maybe he didn't expect it or maybe he did.

- Interesting...- he says, and I choke on my own saliva, what does he mean by that?