I stepped back and he stepped forward until my back hit the oh-so-looming wall.
“W…what are you doing man, this isn’t funny.” I frowned trying to ignore how sexy he looked right now as he stepped closer to me, his eyes dark with a mischievous hint of amusement. “I’m not gay” I whispered.
“What made you say that?” He laughed as he stopped about a foot away from me.
“What you’re not, I mean you’re… you’re not hitting on me?” I mumbled, as the little wimpy kid in my head was telling me to run from this scary, but incredibly hot man standing in front of me.
“Well, I guess that’s for you to decide” He smirked taking one last step to me, closing the small distance so he was now only a finger tip away. So close but yet so far, all I wanted was to pull him closer…. Oh shit, what’s wrong with me?! He’s a dude, he’s my brother! – ‘Step’ brother. My helpful consciousness took the liberty of reminding me, but just because we’re not blood related, doesn’t make it right.