Page 13 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
She turns to me, her eyes shining in excitement.
“This,” she says, producing a pink flower petal.
“What’s that?”
“It’s from the Aster tree, I think. I’m going to call Mr. Morris to come and take a look. If this is what I think it is, then your life is about to change,” she grins.
She’s not making any sense. How’s a flower supposed to change my life?
“Marilyn told me Taylor broke up with her boyfriend,” she suddenly mentions.
“Yeah and?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
Thankfully, my heartbeat has gone back to normal. Although my cock is still semi-hard.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about the possibilities. It all makes sense now,” she says, her eyes twinkling. She’s acting really weird.
I decide I’ve had enough of the conversation. I head up to my room, then end up taking a cold shower and trying to dispel any thoughts of Taylor and the feel of her perfect tits pressed against me.
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It’s an impossible task. Thoughts of Taylor have consumed my entire being. I’m almost obsessed and don’t know how to stop it. I get into the car, planning to go on a drive, but somehow I end up in front of her house. I take a deep breath and step out. I know what I have to do.
My plan could go wrong in so many ways. Her mom could be home or, even worse, her brother, but I’ve had enough. I ring the doorbell, and she’s the one to answer.
“Maverick,” she says in surprise.
“Hey. Is Adam here?” I ask, pretending that he’s the reason I came over.
“No, he’s not. Did you call him before coming over?” she asks. She’s wearing tiny black shorts that must have been made to drive me wild, and to make matters worse, I don’t think she’s wearing a bra under that shirt.
“Is your mom here?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“She had to go somewhere. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”
I stare at a spot above her head. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and say, “I want to fuck you.”
Taylor’s breath hitches, and her eyes widen.
“What?” she asks quietly.
“Before you slam the door in my face, just listen. I’ve been going crazy since I last saw you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you’ve been dominating my every thought, and I don’t know how to get you out of my system. I don’t know where the sudden attraction is coming from. All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you, and I need you, badly.”
She’s staring at me in shock.
“Okay, let’s get this straight. You’re suddenly attracted to me and think the solution is to have sex with me? What am I? A one-night stand?” she asks angrily.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. She’s taking this really badly.
“That’s not what I meant.”
This isn’t a porch conversation, and I step forward, which makes her take a step back until we’re inside the house.
“Then what did you mean?” she questions.
“Just calm down for a second and tell me something. Tell me you can’t feel anything when I’m close to you. Tell me you don’t think about me. About what it would be like if I kissed you. If we slept together,” I say, walking closer to her with each sentence.
