THE OTHER BROTHER

Chapter Ten- The kiss

‎Sayre glanced out through the window as they drove through the city. They had finished shooting hours ago, ordered food and talked through out the day. Now it was evening, and she was exhausted- exhausted was not the right word, strung out and feeling like an i***t. She could barely make eye contact when they were conversing over dinner, and she almost peed in her pant when the coordinator suggested that both Luke and her should have a little bit of contact.

‎‎It felt more like an engagement photo shoot than a campaign photoshoot to be honest and Sayre could bet that Ophelia was all behind it since she suggested the lady.

‎"Luke, I think I'm good here. I wanna get laid tonight"

‎Sayre's head shot up from the head rest.

‎A lot of times Ophelia acted like she wanted to be hit, beaten and abandoned, now was one of those times.

‎Luke chuckled. Pulling over where it was safe for her to get alight from the car

‎"Ophelia"

‎Sayre called between her teeth, hard and sharp. She could see right through that b***h. Ophelia winked, opening the door and laughing maniacally.

‎"Hope you two get laid. Hahahahah"

‎Sayre desperately wanted to toss something, anything.

‎"Do you want to join her?"

‎Luke asked with a smile that would melt Sayre, with a fragile heart hoping she'd say no.

‎Ophelia was already gone before she could answer. Sayre slowly shook her head, the club looked interesting from afar, but she hated being there anyway.

‎"Just take me home"

‎She said with defeat laced in her voice.

‎"You could join her if you want to."

‎"I don't even have my ID on me"

‎As if this particular club had a policy for it. To be honest, she didn't know what she really wanted, she didn't want to be alone in the car with him because she was awkward around him and she didn't want to be inside the club or away from him at the same time.

‎"C'mon, let's get a drink or two. Maybe you'll summon the courage to pick a fight with Ophelia."

‎"I'd fight Ophelia sober"

‎"I don't doubt that. But Ophelia would beat you hands down."

‎Sayre guffawed, reaching out to slap Luke on the arm. A common bad habit

‎"You should be on my side"

‎"I am, that's why I'm suggesting you do it drunk. A lot of people tend to get more aggressive and stronger when the alcohol hits their system."

‎He shrugged, turning the engine off. "Give me a minute"

‎Okay...

‎He walked over to open the door for her.

‎"Thank you"

‎The first thing both Luke and Sayre saw when they stepped into the club was Ophelia clutching the shirts of two men and taking turns kissing both of them.

‎Sayre shook her head in disappointment - jealousy. She could never have pulled that off.

‎Luke gently came behind her- Sayre stiffened. Her breath caught in her throat, unable move or say anything. He gently reached for her shoulder, shrugged her coat off her. His fingers was gentle, non existent even. Her breath returned when he shifted away to hang her coat, God she almost suffered and died from apnea.

‎A sudden wave of noise from the other side of the club rose... It was Ophelia, she'd hit a man. Sayre, in a flash ran over to deescalate the situation.

‎But before she could get a word across, Luke stepped in between them, giving the culprit a good shove as he towered over him.

‎"What'd he do?"

‎In any situation that may rise or have already risen, blame the man- or any man in sight. That was her motion.

‎"That son of a b***h assaulted me. He f*****g grabbed my boob after I told him not to"

‎Sayre blinked. But she was just kissing both of them... She was lost... But she was still on her friends side. No meant no. I was a syllable.

‎"Luke... I think you should hit him again"

‎And he did- without a second thought. Sayre, shocked stood in awe at this very man in front of her. The man hit staggered back, screaming in pain as his hands flew to his nose, found it sticky and lifted it to his eyes to confirm the color of the stickiness. Luke had broken the bastards nose. Good for him. Sayre tried to contain her laugh at the sight of shock on his face.

‎"What are you laughing at?"

‎The man asked, turning to Sayre with a bloody mouth as if ready to charge. He stood up, hatred in his eyes as he made to come for her but Luke stepped in before he could make it two steps.

‎"Don't you even"

‎Watching Luke defend both Ophelia and her awoken something inside her. She loved this side of him, the thought of him in bed-

‎"Come on. I'll drive you ladies home."

‎"Um"

‎Both of them turned to look at Ophelia.

‎"What?"Sayre pressed

‎Ophelia reached for her men, brought them by her side with a smile. "I'm getting laid tonight, remember?"

‎Sayre turned to Luke. She wanted to tell him to give her one of those resetting blows to the head but instead walked out of the club.

‎"I don't know what the hell is wrong with her"

‎"I think it's okay for her to have fun"

‎"Fun?" Sayre whipped around. "A guy in there just f*****g assaulted her and.. And the bastards she was making out with couldn't even do shit."

‎Luke shifted his weight on his leg. He was holding her coat, waiting for her to realize that it was snowing and freezing. He watched her in the meanwhile, watching her rant about how unsafe it was for Ophelia going out with two men when she could not have her eyes on her.

‎He loved that she cared, he loved to watch her rant, he loved the way she raised and dropped her hands in the most dramatic way. It was adorable. She was stunning.

‎He wanted to shut her up by kissing her because it was just romantic and he was sure she'd love it.

‎"Sayre, it's freezing"

‎He said instead, stretching out the coat for her to slip into

‎"Yeah."

‎She sighed.

‎"I'm sure Ophelia can take care of herself. She's a big girl. She took karate when she was seven, remember?"

‎"Oh my God. Yeah"

‎Sayre exclaimed. "I swear to God, that i***t can fight. I was an unpaid dummy for five frickin years. I have a scar on my thigh because she reopened my scar and never let it heal properly"

‎She went on and on until Luke eventually pulled over in her driveway.

‎Sayre didn't want the night to end. She badly wanted to spend the night with him.

‎"Do you wanna come in? I can make you a cup of tea?"

‎Her bubbly voice was reduced to a low, husky voice. "Or you could just go home before the blizzard hits"

‎"What do you want?"

‎His voice just as husky

‎"I want you to have tea with me. Friends don't need to drink all the time"

‎Friends??? Sayre opened the door before he could get out of his won seat. She couldn't afford to say more stupid things.

‎Luke lit up the fire place while Sayre kept to her word of tea.

‎"God, I've always wanted to have s*x by the fire"

‎She blurted out when she caught the view. A hand flew to her mouth, she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. If Luke was just a random guy, she'd get him laid there and then. But Luke wasn't, he was a rebellious teenager then who didn't even spare her a look in secondary school, he was Beck's brother and he was also just him. She couldn't just throw herself at him.

‎She made a u turn back into the kitchen and returned with two cups of tea, each with a side of sugar and milk.

‎"I don't know how you like your tea"

‎She said quickly without glancing at him, but she could tell from her peripheral that he'd taken off his jacket and the sleeves of his shirt were folded up to his elbows.

‎"Why are you so tense around me?"

‎"I'm not tense."

‎"Sayre-"

‎"I'm not tense"

‎Said a girl with heat pooling down her legs, her voice dripping with husk and she still couldn't bear to look at him.

‎"You're sitting on the edge of a three seater couch trying to get away from me"

‎His voice dripped of something she couldn't describe. It was husky and needy, almost like a cry for help.

‎He reached for her.

‎"Please come here"

‎His voice broke, he gently grabbed her by the elbow. She nearly spilled her tea trying to get to him.

‎"See?"

‎Her voice was above a whisper. She made a mistake of glancing in his greens, she was suddenly hot. She tensed when he sat up and towered over her. Her eyes locked with his, tilting as his descended.

‎"Luke-"

‎His mouth was over hers before she could get his name out of her mouth and a whimper escaped her. His hands worked its way up her neck gently while the other hand snaked into her hair. He was going to lose it.