My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste

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Bailey's pov

I've never felt so warm before. So safe. So tucked in an embrace that felt so protective. I wanted to stay there longer, I really did.

But something in my mind urges me, pokes me to wake up.

I reluctantly do.

My eyes peeled open, my throat bobbing slightly as I swallowed. The first thing my vision caught is the bay walk half-naked babe poster on the wall. Followed by his messy as hell desk.

I'm in Kaleb's room.

The revelation hits me like a slap to the face. The first thought I had was 'fuck' the second 'shit' the third, well the third didn't come because panic started to settle in like a storm.

And then I felt it, well him. His arm to be precise. It was slung around my middle, pushing me to his chest.

I could feel his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck. My eyes bulged.

Not only was I in Kaleb's room, but I was also in someone's arms.

I heard his light groan behind me, followed by the faint squeeze of his arm around me.

My heart jolts.

Oh, God.

Panic gripped me, making my mind race. Until I felt it. The hard bulge poking my bottom.

I froze, a cold sweat beading down my nape as the hot breath continue to brush over my skin.

I swallowed, closed my eyes and twisted slightly to see in whose arms I was tucked.

The little air I had left in my lungs whooshes out when I'm faced with Kaleb's sleeping face.

If I were not panicking, I would've taken a few to soak up the sight of his handsome features. He looked so different here, calmer.

I shook my head, fear crippling me as I realized the massive trouble I was currently in.

If Mira knows about this, she might actually cut off our friendship. One rule, never to sleep, kiss or have any sort of crush on her brother. These were simple rules I should've followed. But clearly they proved to not be so simple.

I bit my tongue to not yelp when Kaleb's arm grew firmer, pulling me closer to him.

This isn't good.

This is not good at all.

I needed to get away before he woke up. God alone knew what he'd say or how he'd react when he finds me in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

Was he even aware that we slept together?

I can't remember much of last night.

Pressing my lips together, I started to peel his arm off of me. It was heavy and a bit challenging since he kept holding me tighter.

I nearly got frustrated but relaxed when I managed to slip out of his hold.

I pushed the sheets off my body, biting into my lip when the cold breeze brush against my bare skin.

With my feet now on the ground, I can surely feel the slight throb in between my legs.

It's raw and it's set as a reminder that Kaleb was definitely inside me last night.

I quickly searched for that dress I had on, finding my panties torn but thankfully the dress was still in good condition.

What a beast.

He actually ruined my panties. I huffed as I put my dress back on.

I was scared to look back at him, scared to watch his face. I didn't want to come to terms with what we had just done.

Ignoring him seemed to be the only solution to not feel like shit right now.

But as I tread toward my shoes in the far corner, I heard a slight groan from behind me a faint stir.

I froze mid bent over, my fingers inches from grasping those darn heels.

My eyes widen in alarm when I heard the groan again.

Was he waking up!?

My heart sped.

This isn't good.

This really isn't good!

I slowly straighten my back and little by little I turn my head around to see if Kaleb had woken up.

I sighed in relief when my eyes caught sight of him on the bed. He looked so huge here and.....adorable. My heart skips.

His eyes were still closed, but his hands were reaching for something.

Was he reaching out for me? Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Oh please, Bailey. This is Kaleb. One night stand and the biggest manwhore in the entire school.

I frowned, shaking my head as I whipped back around.

I quickly took my heels and escaped his room before he could wake up fully.

The hallway was entirely trashed with tissue, red plastic cups, cigarette buds and disgusting used condoms.

The twins will have an entire day of cleaning up this mess, that's for sure.

I tip-toed around the debris, cringing every time I saw a used condom. Did those barbarians really do the dirty in the hallway?

I quickly entire the bathroom, breathing heavily when I locked the door behind me.

I'm not sure what I should do. I can't have Mira know what happen and I wasn't sure if Kaleb knew it was me last night. The last thing I want is to ruin my friendship with Mira.

I clutched the edge of the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my lipstick smeared. But my lips looked plumper than they usually are.

Kaleb and I must have been kissing a lot last night for it to be still so plump and feel so raw now.

My eyes trailed down and my heart jumps in my throat when I saw a dark purple bruise on my neck, followed by another just brushes down.

Are those lovebites?

There are not only two, there are three leading down to my breasts.

I push my dress down slightly, my lips parting in shock as I stared at my bruised breasts. Kaleb had painted both breasts with hickies.

I was scared to look lower, having an inkling he had painted my stomach too.

While I was staring at my new skin, a knock suddenly comes from the door. It's faint but it's enough to make my heart jump back in my throat.

"Is it you in there Bailey?" Mira voiced.