My Best Friend’s Brother

But she continues even though I haven’t asked where he is:

”He had to take care of some things at work and…”

I interrupt her:

”Even after he had just arrived?”

She looks at me blankly, and I realize something:

”Wow, he left right after he got here?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She looks at me angrily and sad at the same time. She takes a few steps toward me, points her finger, and says:

”And what’s it to you?’

She seemed irritated by what I said. But as I make her come towards me, she forgets about the knot she had tried to tie in her clothes. And she is getting half open again, revealing that perfect view from when I arrived here minutes ago.

She doesn’t realize it yet, because she is more concentrated on looking at me with hatred. I say:

” I think he should be doing something else right now.”

She looks at me, confused to hear me say this. Then she asks:

”Doing what?”

I don’t answer. I don’t wait for Molly to finish the question, and I grab her waist, pull her closer to my body, and start kissing her mouth.

Molly looks slightly surprised at my reaction, but she is not pushing me away. Contrarywise, past the moment’s surprise, she is holding me as tightly against her body as I am doing to her.

And I like that!

But I don’t know how we will balance this way. Our movements cause us to take a few steps back from where I was standing, and I see a table right behind her. And I lift it without moving away from her mouth and place it there.

She spreads her legs, putting them around my body as she sits on the table, and this brings me even closer to her body, which is even better.

I squeeze her waist so tightly and move my hands down a little further, squeezing every part of her body so that she gets closer to me. I think this will leave marks on her body, but so what? She’s doing the same to me.

But seconds later, I feel her put her hands on my shoulders and hear her say:

”Chris. No!”

I pull away from her, still not understanding what she meant by this, and she continues to pull me away and say once again:

”Damn it! What am I doing?”

But she’s not looking at me. She takes a deep breath, and I look at her, confused, and she says again:

”Can you get out of here?”

I look at Molly, a little confused, but she repeats it a few more times, and I say nothing and head for the door. As I close the door, I look at her one more time. Molly has her head down and looks very sorry for what has happened.

… Molly…

I don’t think I have fully realized that I am wearing only this in front of him.

I have no idea what Chris is doing here, standing in my doorway and staring at me. Damn it!

I didn’t expect this, and I didn’t expect him. What I want here now is not him but my fiancé Colin.

So I come to my senses and try to tie up my hobby as fast as possible. Because the way he is looking at my body wearing only this lingerie I am in is making me a little apprehensive as if I am enjoying this.

I ask what he is doing here, and he seems most interested in undressing me with his eyes.

It isn’t good.

If Colin finds him here again, I swear we’ll fight like we almost did earlier today.

And as I make this clear to Chris, he not only lets that damn smile appear on his face but seems to have loved the idea of having pissed off Colin.

While I am still trying to explain that Colin and I don’t fight and have no reason to fight about him, he is closing the door, and I don’t understand why he is doing this.

Not that I won’t control myself by being alone with him, of course, but thinking about it doesn’t make me very calm.

He explains that it is so that no one else can see me as I am, and I end up finding it amusing. That sounds protective, and it’s not his style to say such things about me.

After all, he wasn’t even supposed to be here, let alone anyone else but the one I was expecting, and I tell him so. But he seems more interested in where Colin is.

I swear I don’t know what Chris wants. But of one thing I do know, he has just managed to make me even angrier after extracting a confession from me by accident. That Colin left me after he just got here.

I got closer to where he was and told him it was none of his business. But he doesn’t seem to listen to what I say, and he’s just staring at my body again.

And then he says that Colin should be doing something else. I don’t understand what he means by this because, at the moment, I am concentrating all my fury on the hateful look I am throwing at him.

But just as I am about to ask him what he means, he holds me tight, pulling me even closer to his body, and the next thing I know, he is kissing me.

I can no longer concentrate on my anger because I can only think about how enveloping his kiss is.

And his tongue has precise movements inside my mouth that leave me bewildered and trying to understand why I am enjoying the way he is doing this so much.

And also, how he holds my body tight, pressing me tighter and tighter against him, brings a good feeling.

And I start to forget that I shouldn’t be doing this and hold his body tight, too, because the way he has me makes me need more.