"Thanks." I take a step into the room, my eyes instantly widening at their exquisite guest bedroom. The bed is covered in soft, comfy blankets, that make me want to throw myself down onto it and never resurface. I turn back to face Brett as I slowly perch down on the edge of the bed, nearly melting into the mattress instantly. Absolutely incredible, the day I have enough money to purchase a mattress this comfortable is the day I've made it. "Did I... did I ruin your evening?"
"You. Never." He grins down at me, leaning against the door frame.
"Shut up." I scoff, fiddling with the sleeves of my hoodie. "Didn't you have plans?"
"No." He smirks, "Not tonight."
"It's Saturday..." I counter, trailing off as I realize how silly I sound. People don't do stuff every Saturday Savannah...
"I don't do stuff every night." He confirms, grinning slightly with amusement.
"Sorry, I thought all you popular jocks were joint at the hip." I smirk as he takes a step into the room.
"You've been with me on numerous occasions without them," He replies, standing directly in front of me as I look up at him, gazing into his deep blue eyes, "Alone." He finishes, reaching out and lightly running a finger down my arm. I shiver slightly at the contact, a small current of pleasure running through me.
"Yeah, well, I don't know why," I retort, shrugging his hand away and shuffling across the bed.
"There's more to me than being popular Savannah."
"I think I'll go to sleep if that's okay with you?" I change the subject, fiddling with my sleeve.
"Of course. My room's across the hall, you know where the kitchen is... help yourself." He smiles, slowly backing out of the room.
"Thanks." I reply, smiling slightly. He turns around and starts towards the door, grabbing hold of the handle to shut it. "Brett?" I call out and he stops, turning his head slightly, "Really, thank you."
"Of course."
And then he's gone, shutting the door behind him. I look around, not surprised that their guest bedroom is so expensively decorated, the bed ridiculously huge, the headboard decorated with diamond studs. I wish my bedroom looked like this.
Walking over to the two doors on the other side of the room, I open one, coming face to face with a huge, empty walk in closet, shaking my head in disbelief before opening the next door along. An en-suite bathroom stands grand, a giant bathtub standing in pride of place right in the middle. Closing the door, I walk back over to the bed and pull the sheets back, having nothing else to do but sleep.
My sister chucked me out of the house. How could she do that? How? What would Mom and Dad think! And Brett... Brett came to my rescue.
Pulling my hoodie over my head, I discard it on the chair, my yellow top all I have to sleep in, not ready to face the clothes that my sister has thrown together into the bag. I keep my shorts on, taking a look in the mirror at the mess before reaching up and pulling my hair tie out, letting my hair fall down past my shoulders. I can never sleep with one in, finding it so uncomfortable, whereas Elle can never sleep with it down.
I sigh, making my way back to the bed and slipping under the covers, already appreciating the absolute heaven, melting into the mattress with ease. Nevertheless I find myself tossing and turning, unable to sleep as I watch the clock on the side tick away...
Eight...
Nine...
Ten...
Eleven at night.
Groaning, I eventually sit up, slipping out of bed and walking over to the door, hesitating slightly before pulling it open and glancing up and down the dimly lit hallway. Before I lose confidence I lightly pad across to his closed door. What if he's sleeping? What if he's... you know... doing something else?
I reach for the door handle, quickly knocking before opening the door and not allowing myself time to back out. Brett lies on his bed, a book in his hand as he looks up at me in surprise. I'm rendered speechless by the sight of his bare chest as he quickly throws the book away, down the side of the bed, out of view.
"Reading?" I ask, a small smile on my face.
"No." He scoffs, standing up from his bed. Liar.
"I... uhh I don't know why I'm in here." I mumble, shifting on my feet as I direct my gaze anywhere but his toned chest. His room is nothing like I expected, white and bare with minimal personal touches, a lonesome football poster taking pride of place above his desk and a football on his desk.
"You couldn't sleep?"
"No." I answer, shuffling on my feet as I gaze around his room.
"Thinking of me being in the next room?" He taunts and my head shoots up, glaring at him.
"What?" I snap, "No!"
"Are you sure about that?" He asks, smirking slightly.
"I'm just... hungry." I manage, keeping my eyes on his face.
"For..." He asks, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously.
"Food you idiot!"
"Are you sure?" He presses, a grin on his face. I roll my eyes, turning away and starting down the hallway. Hearing footsteps behind me I turn around to see him close behind.
"Aren't you going to put a top on?" I point out.
"No? It's my house." He shrugs before smirking. "Does it distract you?"
"No." I scoff, lowering my head to let my hair cover my face. Yes. Yes it really does.
"What do you want?" He asks as we walk into the kitchen. I stop at the counter as he overtakes me, raising an eyebrow as he awaits a reply.
"Got any cereal?"
"Of course." He smiles before grabbing a box of Lucky Charms from the cupboard, sliding them across the counter to me. I grab a bowl from the surface beside me before pouring them in.
"What were you reading?" I ask.
"I wasn't."
"I saw..."
"Are you coming to the game on Friday?" He cuts me off, changing the subject as he leans on the counter.
"I don't know..."
"Come on," He encourages, smiling as I shove another spoonful in, "It's my last one." He continues and I stop chewing as his words sink in, the finality of the statement hitting me hard. Brett graduates soon.
"Maybe." I shrug.
"There will be a big party after."
"Big parties don't appeal to me." I retort looking down at my cereal.
"Why?"
"Gatherings of popular people who spend their evening mocking the rest of us?" I question and he raises his eyebrow.
"I don't know anyone who does that."
"Your girlfriend." I scoff, smirking up at him.
"She's not my..." He starts, loudly before he trails off. "She's not my girlfriend."
"Whatever she is. She rips all of us too pieces." I argue softly.
"Stand up for yourself then." He shrugs.
"Easier said than done."
"Why?" He queries, standing up straighter as I finish my cereal. Standing up I shoot him a look of disbelief before walking to the sink to wash my bowl.
"She'll kick me off the team," I point out as I run the water, "I need it for college."
"She doesn't have as much power as she thinks she has." He argues, "If there's a group of you, she can't take you all down."
"I just have to get into college." I explain, turning the water off and turning back to face him. "I have to get away from here." I sigh, "From them."
"It's good to have goals."
"Don't mock me." I counter, "You're included in the list of people to get away from."
"I'm hurt." Brett replies, grabbing hold of his chest playfully.
"Good." I grin.
"I don't know why you pretend to hate me so much." He grins, "I know you like me really."
"Goodnight Brett." I retort, turning away and starting back up the stairs. This side of him is civil, almost kind, and it scares me. The more I get to know Brett, the less he seems like the arrogant jerk I always thought he was. Every second I spent with him, he draws me in more and more, less with his looks and more with his personality. How is that possible?
"Your sister?" Brett questions, tearing me away from my thoughts, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." I reply quickly, desperately trying to keep my emotions in check. Elle. The role model in my life, the one person I've looked up to since I was a toddler and desperately tried to keep up with her as she ran around the garden. The one true member of family I have left and she threw me away. Aren't families supposed to support you? Aren't they supposed to never give up on each other? Maybe I understood it wrong.
"Okay." He responds as I turn back towards my room. "Never mind then." He stops at his doorway as I go into my room. "I guess I'll see you in the..."
"How could she?" I explode, unable to contain my emotions any longer, "I'm her sister!" I cry out as Brett turns back towards me, "Our parents trusted her to look after me but she gets into one relationship with a drugged up idiot and that's it, I'm last in importance." I continue, the anger seeping out into my words as Brett follows me into my room, "I work my ass off and she didn't even pay the bills a few months back. I had to pay out of my own money." I scoff, shaking my head at him. "She's turned into a new person since she got with him."
"He's drugged?"
"Definitely. Always looks stoned," I confirm, crossing my arms, "The other night I left my bedroom to use the toilet and he was sat in the corner in the dark, staring into thin air."
"What?"
"He makes me so uncomfortable." I groan, sliding down onto the bed.
"Sounds like a fucking twat." He exclaims and I raise an eyebrow, a slight smile appearing on my lips at the insult. He is a twat. My sister isn't much better, taking his side without hearing me out.
"How could she?" I ask, my voice cracking. "She's all I have." Brett walks closer to me, placing his hands on my arms and pulling me up, enveloping me against him, his arms wrapping around my body as my eyes widen in shock.
"I don't know Sav." He replies softly, running a hand through my hair.
"She kicked me out." My voice breaks as I grab onto Brett's arms to keep from falling. He holds me against him tighter, gripping my waist to support me.
"I'm here," He assures, "I don't know why she did that Savannah," He continues as I lean my head on his chest, feeling strangely comforted by the feel of his bare skin against me, "You deserve so much more. You are so generous and kind, more caring than anyone I know."
"Really?" I ask, pulling back slightly to look up at him.
"She's lucky to have you," He replies, running a finger down my cheek, "You're beautiful."
I breathe out at his word, my eyes pinned on his. Before I can comprehend what I'm doing I grab hold of the back of his neck, pulling him down towards me, my lips meeting his as he quickly wraps his arms back around my waist. He pulls me into him and I quickly deepen the kiss, needing him. He lightly bites onto my lip and I let out a slight moan, him then grinning against my mouth as we continue, fighting each other for dominance.
Gently pushing me back I comply, not surprised when my legs hit the edge of the bed. I lower myself onto it, never breaking from the kiss as we lay back, legs entwining together instantly. His hands trail down my body, warmth shooting through me as I return the favor, running my palms along his muscular arms, desperate for more contact.
He pulls back, carefully reaching down, grabbing hold of my top and slowly lifting it up, looking into my eyes for permission. I raise my hands above my head to grant him access and he smiles, quickly ripping my top over my head. I instantly cover my chest with my arms, automatically attempting to hide my body from his gaze but Brett shakes his head, carefully grabbing onto my arms and moving them away.
"Don't hide." He whispers, "You're beautiful."
With that I pull his lips back down to mine, determined to continue what we started. He responds immediately, kissing me deeply as his fingers begin to trail down my neck, towards my chest. My breath catches in my throat at the action and I arch my back towards him, his hands lightly grazing over my breast, my body instantly responding as lust pools between my legs.
This man has all the power over me, and he knows it.
I groan into his mouth once more and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, delving in as his hand continues to move lower. He stops just above the waistband of my shorts, pulling back to look down at me, his eyes filled with desire.
"Are you sure?" He asks, his voice husky. I can barely talk, the anticipation and lust fueling my body.
"Yes." I manage and he smiles down at me before returning his lips to mine as his hand disappears into my shorts. My breath catches in my throat at the action, my stomach in knots at the unfamiliar feeling. Wrapping his other hand around my back, he pulls me close as he inserts a finger inside me, causing me to gasp into his mouth.
It's unimaginable pleasure and I never want it to end.
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