I slept with him??😱
VIOLET
I woke up to the rich scent of leather combined with a mix of cedarwood and the weight of a muscular shoulder draped to my waist. I've never slept with a guy before except my dad so I wonder how.
The arm was nice,strong and comforting and it belonged to someone that smelled really nice. It smelled like I'd somehow known it for a while now. I let out a soft moan as I instinctively snuggled closer to the arm, relishing the warmth. If this was a dream, I wasn't ready to wake up.The arm tightened around me, pulling me even closer,a deep masculine rumble escaped his throat as he buried his face into my chest.
Who was this guy though? Am I married now? Was he my husband?
Something was in my hand,it was hard and I was gripping onto it rather comfortably.I stretched and cracked my eyes open out of curiosity and spotted a jacket next to me.
This wasn't my jacket anyways. How..
Ryan, Movie night,me before you, Dumb and Dumber..
My brain fired into work as the memories of the last night flooded my head. I fluttered my eyes instantly open. If I slept off in the living room last night,then the arms definitely belong to and the hard thing I was touching..
“"Jesus!" I yanked my hand away, scrambling to get out of the bed. In my frantic movement, my hand collided with the nightstand, sending a thud through the room.
I WAS TOUCHING MY STEPBROTHER'S DICK.
He had his shorts on but still.. mortification washed over me again.
“Damn!” He groaned,his hands lazily covered his eyes. The sheet slipped down in the process revealing his bare chest
I stood frozen,my heart raced in my chest as I tried to process everything
“What happened? Why are you here? Did we—did you and I—” I gestured awkwardly between us, anticipation killing me
Oh Lord,my mom would kill me. What have I done? I slept with my stepbrother.
“Relax” He yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “You fell asleep during that movie and I brought you to your room and I accidentally slept off. End of it”
“So we didn’t…”
“Gross,no”
“Thank goodness” I pressed a hand to my forehead, relief washing over me.
I forced myself to keep my eyes on his face. Broad shoulders with defined pecs and his six-pack abs peeked out from the sheet around his waist…
“How was your night though?” He asked, scanning my body as if searching for any traces of pain.
“Fine” I replied then realized he was probably looking at me because I looked like a complete mess. My face must be all groggy and my hair disheveled but he didn't look away. He kept staring at me with an intensity that made me quiver.
I took my gaze to the wall to avoid embarrassing myself further and realized it's minutes past 7’ am. Terror ran in my blood. I'm late for school,I slept in late.
Double hell!
“School..” I mouthed. Ryan chuckled under his breath
“Right. You're always so damn stressed about school”
He stretched his hands one more time before standing up from the bed. He grabbed his jacket and threw it over his shoulder. "Get ready. I'll drop you off".
He sauntered out of my room, leaving me staring at him like some dumb kid caught sneaking a cookie.
I slumped back to the bed the moment he was gone and stared up at the ceiling.
Did that really just happen?
Ryan's arms around me,his body so close to mine- it was too much to wrap my head around and the fact that I had..touched him.
Oh God,I could barely think about it without wanting to sink into the floor.
I finally forced myself out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face.
Focus, Violet,Focus. He's your stepbrother.
I brushed my teeth quickly and took my bath forcing the thoughts from lingering further in my head. Ryan wasn't just some guy- he's my stepbrother. He was the school most famous bad boy.
I trudged out of the bathroom and immediately tugged on my uniform. But as much as I tried keeping it away,the feeling of his body against mine occasionally evade my mind.
After few minutes of brushing through my hair and trying to make myself look presentable,I grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs. Ryan was leaning against the wall in the living room looking ruggedly relaxed with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was already dressed casually in his usual jean,plain black shirt and the leather jacket that made him look so hot without even trying.
"You aren't gon eat?" He asked,not bothering to look up from his phone.
"Yeah" I muttered. I was hungry but too late to even grab anything. I'll take care of my stomach in school later.
"Let go then" he finally glanced up,his eyes meeting mine for a second. I clutched to my bag tightly as I followed him out to his car
But when we were seated next to each other in the space of his car, the silence thicken
"Thanks for..uhm last night" I said, trying to break the grave silence between us.
"You're welcome, mouse" he replied,his gaze fixed on the road.
I rolled my eyes.
"Also stop calling me mouse"
"Why?"
"Because it's not my name"
"But it's a nickname"
"I don't like it"
"I love it though"
Retort hung at the tip of my tongue when my phone beeped.
I glared down at the screen and my stomach twisted. It was a message again,from an anonymous number.
"Run Violet, because I'm almost here".
I shivered,my fingers trembling as I read the text again.
"Everything okay?" Ryan asked and i quickly shook off my expression, forcing a smile.
"Everything is okay except for the nickname you gave to me”
“Are you always thisjumpy every morning?” He asked, sparing me a glance. I clenched my phone in my laps,the screen glowing with the message
“I'm not jumpy”
“You definitely asked. It was clearly obvious this morning”
My face flushed crimson. I didn't need the reminder.
“Let's not talk about it”
“Why?” His smirk grew wider. It was the highlight of my morning.
“I was half asleep!” I protested,my embarrassment gnawed at me
“Sure,mouse” He teased.
I bit my lips suppressing a comeback. No way I was giving him the satisfaction of my discomfort.
The message on my phone keep flashing in the head
Who could it be?
Why are they texting me?
What do they want?
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