In Love With My Boyfriend’s Brother

After a while they come back from wherever they have been.

…

The weather is closing in and I think a storm is coming. Yan and I walk to the car without saying many words, and I don’t understand why he is acting so strange and I also have no idea why I am so angry.

We are in the car and I realize that I won’t be able to go straight home and get away from him, because my briefcase is still in their apartment. The problem is that looking at him is making me more irritated by the minute and I have no idea why.

I explain to him that I still have to go back to their apartment and it doesn’t seem that having made it almost halfway to my place has made him angry, on the contrary he seems satisfied to hear me say it.

…

We arrive at the apartment, and as soon as we get out of the car it seems to be the time when the rain has intensified the most in the last few minutes.

Result, I am almost soaked when we finally reach a covered part. Yan apologizes for not finding a parking space in a better spot and I tell him it’s okay. I ask him to wait for me and I’ll be right back.

…

I find my briefcase where I left it earlier and lock the door. I find Yan with the car radio on, he looks at me and says:

“There was an accident on the avenue that is on the way to your house, there is a long traffic jam, we could be stuck in traffic for hours.”

I look at him and take a deep breath as I hear more details of the accident on the radio. Damn, he’s right. If we go now we are going to be stuck there for hours. He looks at me waiting for my answer. I just take a deep breath and say:

“What do you suggest?”

He seems surprised to hear me, but after a while he says:

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

I swear I expected anything in the world except that. I hold my breath for a few seconds and Yan still looks at me and then laughs saying:

“Not literally! I mean, why don’t you sleep in our apartment, or Matt’s room, or wherever you want.”

I just look at him and say:

“You idiot.”

He laughs and says: “Is that a yes?”

” Do I have a choice?”

I’m soaking wet and standing in traffic for hours just because I don’t think I can keep my hormones quiet when I’m around him wouldn’t be the smartest thing in the world to do. I can do this. Spend a night with him and not do anything stupid.

I can do it.

He walks in front of me and pushes the elevator button.

I can do it.

As he raises his arm to push the button, his shirt comes up, showing a part of his abdomen.

I can do this.

Not only his abdomen, but part of his boxer shorts are also showing.

I don’t think I can do that.

I whimper. He questions and I say that it’s because of the cold.

…

As soon as we enter the apartment, Yan turns on the TV and they are talking about the accident. He is on a couch, and I am on the one next to it.

He watches the TV, and I well, I find it more interesting to look at the way he is sitting on the couch with one arm on the backrest, revealing that part I saw in the elevator again.

I have no idea why leaving him like that at that time on his skateboard made me feel like I wanted to leave him like that again. Damn it Sky!

What is this shit you are feeling right now? He’s already worked it out with that girl that time, hasn’t he? And I catch myself thinking about it, but then I think again that it was me who left him like that the first time we met. And I remember how soft and…

“Hot!”

Yan looks in my direction and asks:

“What is hot?”

I swear I don’t have any color on my face, but it’s already coming back with everything and turning me red.

“A hot bath! I need a nice hot bath.”

He still looks at me suspiciously, and I continue:

“Why? I can’t?”

He puts his hands up and says:

“Of course.”

He stares at me as I walk away from him. I am hating myself now as I walk towards Matt’s room. What is this attitude I have now?

…

I go back into the living room and say what I just confirmed minutes ago:

“There is no hot water in the shower in Matt’s room.”

Yan says: “Yeah, I think he talked about it.”

“Can I take a shower in your room?”

“Of course, Sky.”

Walking towards his room, I feel silly right now for acting like an idiot with him, but I can’t act any other way.

…

I go back to Matt’s room as soon as I finish my shower. I find a black dress that I forgot around here a while ago, back then I was thinner and now when I put it on I feel like it’s shorter than it used to be, but I don’t have any other clothes here except my short pajamas that I swear I won’t put on for anything in this world right now.

It will be the dress anyway. I go back to the living room and Yan is now watching some movie on TV, I sit down and after a while I catch him looking at me, but he doesn’t disguise it when I look back, he seems curious. I then ask:

“What?”

He just answers defensively:

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But he looks at me again and again and I get annoyed with that and get up and go to the kitchen. I fill a glass with water and take a long sip, put the glass back in the sink and as I’m leaving, Yan is standing near the door. He asks:

“Why are you angry?”

” I’m not angry!”

” Whenever you are angry, you say in that tone that you are not angry!”

It’s kind of confusing what he said, but I get it. He still looks me in the eye the same way I’m doing. I turn to leave and not to face him anymore, but he grabs my arm and takes me by surprise, making me lean against the wall behind me. He walks over and says very close to my face:

“I’m so tired of this, Sky.”