Page 15 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
Maverick lies back on the bed. He turns to look at me, but I keep my gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling. I’m scared of what I’ll see in his eyes. I’m scared he’ll tell me what just happened meant nothing to him, or worse, he could tell me to forget.
“I never want to forget what just happened here,” Maverick says softly, shocking me. Is he reading my mind?
I look into the blue depths of his eyes.
“What happened here, Mav? Explain it.”
“We slept together because we obviously have feelings for each other. It’s as simple as that,” he states.
I shake my head. I try to ignore the thudding in my chest at his words.
“No, it’s not. I broke up with my boyfriend of three years a few days ago. You thought I hated you until a while ago, and this, what just happened, is all shades of wrong.”
“Then why did something so wrong feel so right?” he questions, looking straight into my eyes.
His gaze enslaves me. Maybe I should just give in, and see where it takes us.
“So we continue sleeping together? As what? Friends with benefits?”
He groans. “That’s such a cliché title. I hate clichés.”
“I’m sleeping with my brother’s best friend. It doesn’t get more cliché than that,” I point out.
He nods.
“Why is your bed so comfortable? I could fall asleep here,” he says tiredly, pulling me into his arms. I push him away.
“Too bad because you need to leave.”
His eyes fly open.
“Damn, use me and toss me,” he says with a grin.
“You seem to have forgotten we’re currently inside my house. My mom and brother live here, and I’m pretty sure Adam would kill you if he saw you with me.”
“He would get over it,” Maverick says, brushing off my concerns. I know it’s true.
I’m sure Adam would be upset, but in the end, there’s nothing he can do. Maverick and I are adults, and we can make decisions on our own. Still, he’s not going to like it.
“Come on, Mav. Stand up, put on your clothes and leave, please.”
“Just answer this one question,” he tells me.
“What?”
“Did you ever really hate me?”
I don’t answer for a few seconds.
“No. I never did,” I say honestly.
He smiles, and it’s so genuine it tugs at my heart. Not a lot of people know this about him, but he carries a lot of anger and resentment inside of him. Most of it is because of his father. Adam might know Maverick best, but I know him just as well, and I’ve had years to fall in love with the parts of him that he keeps hidden.
I might never confess this, but I never stopped having feelings for him, even when he humiliated me. I just pretended to hate him because I couldn’t let him see how much he had hurt me. Plus, I thought it was stupid. What did a 13-year-old knowabout love? But now, so many years later, I finally get it. Maybe, just maybe, Maverick and I could be endgame.
“What are you thinking?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I smirk. “I'm thinking about getting you out of this house before we get into trouble.”
