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“Um…sure,” I reply, grabbing a piece of watermelon from the chopping block. I glance over at Garrett, who’s scrolling through his phone. When he looks up at me, there’s a sense of hesitation on his face. Maybe getting Garrett a little buzzed at the bar will help loosen him up and make him forget about mysecret joband give in to this growing sexual tension between us.
“Okay, your dad and I are going out to eat and then to Mike’s,” Laura says as she kisses my cheek. “Have Garrett bring you up later. They have karaoke tonight!”
On the other side of the kitchen, he groans. Meanwhile, my eyes light up.
“Oh, I’m so there.”
“Count me out,” he mutters.
“Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it, Garrett,” I tease with a laugh.
After our parents leave, Garrett and I are alone, and it’s awkwardly tense again. There’s a strange sense of flirtatious anticipation between us now, as if we’ve accidentally discovered something we were never meant to find, and now there’s no going back. And I sort of want to see this through.
Of course, I can’t lethimknow that.
The good news is that we’ve recovered from the fight last night, but things are still so strange between us. After I pushed him into the lake, he tipped my paddleboard, and soon, we were swimming and dunking each other like little kids, howling with laughter the entire time.
When we’re like this, I can’t quite tell if Garrett and I are friends, siblings, less or more. It’s all so confusing. I just wish I could figure out for one minute what is going on inside his head. I wish I had the slightest clue as to how he feels about me. Am I still just the annoying little sister or does he truly see me as a woman? If last night is any indication, it’s definitely more the latter.
Even though it’s never felt this way before.
“I’m going to go shower,” I announce as I waltz out of the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me as I head for the stairs. Just before disappearing around the corner, I glance back and our eyes meet. I don’t hold his stare for long, but it’s amazing how much is conveyed in one single gaze. The question is…what exactly did I just convey by looking back at him? Did I basically just invite him to come watch me? Shower with me? Screw me?
I can’t stop thinking about it as I get ready for my shower, a slight tremble in my bones. Once I reach the upstairs bathroom, I start to pull the door shut behind me, but for some reason, I decide at the last minute to leave it cracked. Why? Logistically speaking, because our parents aren’t home and Garrett has no reason to be up here.
Why did Ireallyleave it open? Because I want to believe he’ll find himself on the other side of it.
Which is insane because there’s no way Garrett would ever watch me in the shower. So why would I even think that? Maybe because I want him to?
When I strip off my clothes, I think about Drake and what he told me over our chat, about him being a voyeur, aboutwatching. The thought alone sends butterflies to my belly. How could something so seemingly impersonal feel so intimate? The idea of those mysterious eyes on me…as if existing just for his gaze alone, makes me feel sexier and more desired than anything else.
So maybe that’s why I leave the door open, inserting Garrett for Drake in my fantasy. I imagine he’s peering through the crack, watching me get naked. And when I climb in the shower, with its glass doors and clear view, I can almost feel his gaze on me. As the glass fogs up from the hot water, I don’t know if he’s there, but honestly, it wouldn’t bother me if he was; in fact, I wish he was.
Which might be the only reason, I pull the detachable showerhead from the wall, turning down the heat of the water as I press the intense spray between my legs. I recline against the wall, shutting my eyes, and I picture Garrett—or is it Drake—standing on the other side of the cracked door, watching me as I make myself come with such force my spine arches, and I let out a muffled cry.
After my shower, I turn off the water and reach for my towel hanging on the hook. Wrapping it around my body, I step out onto the mat.
The rapping noise against the door makes me jump, and my heart somersaults in my chest. It slowly pushes open as Garrett says, “Knock knock.”
What is he doing here? Is this…about that eye contact earlier? Is he here to…have sex with me?
No. No, no, no, no.
I’m standing there dripping on the bath mat with my mouth hanging open as Garrett enters the room, my mind a foggy mess. He prowls toward me until he’s only standing an inch away. I barely reach his shoulders, so I have to stare up into his eyes.
“Wha…” I mumble idiotically.
He leans so close I stop breathing, and I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, I did leave the door open, subconsciously inviting him in, didn’t I? I basically sent him acome fuck mestare as I left the kitchen and, combined with the open door, it was all the signs he needed. I wasn’t subtle about it, not really. So I shouldn’t be surprised that my stepbrother is pressing his body against me while I’m in nothing but a towel, leaning closer and closer until our mouths are about to touch.
My trembling fingers lose their grip of the towel, and it falls to my feet, leaving me naked in front of Garrett. The arousal and cool breeze have my nipples tight and brushing delicately against his shirt. A crooked smile lifts one side of his mouth, but his eyes stay focused on mine.
Then, just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he starts to pull away. Confusion wracks my brain as my brow furrows. He doesn’t stop moving until he’s stepping backward, and I look down and notice the bottle of body wash in his hands.
“Sorry,” he says with a wicked grin. “We’re out of soap in the downstairs bathroom.”
My mouth falls open again, but before he turns and leaves the bathroom, he lets his eyes rake over my still naked body. Then, a victorious expression colors his features as he turns to leave. Meanwhile, I’m standing here dumbfounded that I let him get to me.
Again.
