He collapses on top of me, panting and breathing heavily. His heart is pounding so damn hard I can feel it against my own chest. His skin is littered with beads of sweat ready to roll down his skin. And as happy as I am right now, all I can do is hold him against me as tears slide out the corner of my eyes.
I suck in a large gulp of air, hoping that he doesn’t notice the tears, but he lifts his head and wipes them away.
“Talk to me.”
I shake my head and giggle. “I’m just being stupid.”
“Did I hurt you? I know it was rough, but I thought you liked it that way. Fuck, baby, I’m sorry if I did something—”
“No, you didn’t do anything. It was perfect. I’m just…”
“What?” he asks, pulling out of me and settling at my side.
“I’m just so happy and relieved. I thought I’d lost you forever. I wouldn’t have blamed you. I was being my crazy, stupid self, the girl who has to ruin everything. Please forgive me.” I place my hand on his jaw and look into his blue eyes.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Deven. You were right.”
“What?” That catches me off guard.
“You were right. We can’t be ourselves like this. We have to tell Brad.”
I shake my head. “No, we don’t have to. I’m more than happy to keep things secret. I just…things were so great that I wanted more. I wasn’t appreciating what I had until I ruined everything.”
“You didn’t ruin anything.”
“I did,” I argue.
“We’re here. We’re together. That’s all that matters.” His hand lands softly on my jaw and he directs my eyes to his.
“Yeah, but you went on that date with that whore.” I laugh out.
He smirks. “That date was nothing. It was a favor to Brad. That’s it. I didn’t kiss her. Hell, I didn’t even touch her. I couldn’t do anything but think of you the whole time. If you wouldn’t have jumped on me in there, I was already planning to jump you. But fuck, baby, I’m fucking glad you did. You have no idea how hard this has been on me, to look at you and not be able to touch you. I never want to feel like that again. We’re telling Brad and getting this shit off our chests and bringing everything out in the open so that we can be together the way we’re supposed to.” He presses his mouth to mine and I get lost in this kiss.
This kiss is so unlike the rest. This kiss is everything. It’s him and me. It’s our past and our future. It’s broken promises and promises that haven’t even been made yet. It’s everything. My world.
The rest of the night is spent in a haze of sleep and sex. My body is exhausted and drained. I’m happy and excited, yet scared and worried at the same time. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I don’t care. Right now, all I can allow myself to think is how we’re back together and how happy I am.
We finally drift to sleep around three a.m., and it’s the best sleep I’ve ever gotten in my entire life.
“What the fuck!” someone yells, pulling me out my sleep. My eyes pop open as my whole body jumps. I find Brad in the doorway.
Hudson sits up at my side, his eyes full of sadness and guilt when they land on Brad. “Just let me explain,” he says, holding his hand out, palm facing my brother.
“Explain what? You’re in bed with my little fucking sister!” Brad shouts, his hands flying up to his dark hair.
Hudson goes to get out of bed, but he suddenly remembers that he’s naked. His bare hip shows and Brad flips when he sees. He pulls back his fist and sends it flying toward the bedroom door and through the cheap material. Hudson jumps up quickly and grabs his boxers off the floor, pulling them up in record speed.
“It’s not what you think,” he says as Brad leaps for him.
Hudson quickly dodges him, and Brad goes falling into the dresser in the corner of the room. It wobbles backward, spilling everything that was on top.
“This isn’t just fucking around, Brad,” he tries again.
“All she does is fuck around,” he snaps, diving for him again. His words feel like a slap in the face, but I don’t have time to think about it because Hudson doesn’t duck away this time. Brad lands on