“I’ll take you,” Cory says. “Have you had anything to drink, Beth?”
“Yes,” she laughs.
“I’ll have Jason bring your car to you tomorrow. We’ll take you home,” he says.
“Boo,” she says but walks with us to Cory’s car. She gets in and I turn to glare at him.
“What?” he asks.
“Stop saying weird shit,” I frown.
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean? Stop saying you enjoyed it,” I say in a hushed tone.
“Well, I did enjoy it, Bella. A lot. So did you. That’s kinda where our predicament stems from, because apparently, I’m the first man to ever make you come,” he says bluntly.
“I’m going to throw myself off a bridge,” I sigh.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he frowns.
“Oh, fuck you, Cory,” I snap at him.
“Ah. It turns out you already did fuck me,” he says with a smirk.
“You two argue like a couple. Get in the car,” Beth says when she opens her door to scold us.
Once Cory and I dropped Beth off at her house, we went home. The moment we were in the driveway. I jumped out and ran inside so I could lock myself in my bedroom. He did come and knock on my door at one point to check on me. As much as I wanted to ignore him, I knew that he was worried. I called out and told him that I was fine, I just needed time. He left me alone all day yesterday and he’s been out of the house all day today. I finally emerged after more than five minutes when I realized he wasn’t home a little while ago.
I’ve been throwing myself a pity party all weekend, but I need to get my shit straight before Mom and Dad get home tonight. It’s noon now, so I have time to shower and clean up some before I make dinner.
I grab a towel before going to the bathroom. I take my time washing my hair and body. My mind wanders to my family. Mom, Dad, and Cory have dark brown, straight hair. I have natural platinum blonde, curly hair. Although, it is currently dyed dark brown. They are all tall and I am five foot two. I’m nothing like them, but somehow related.
Eventually, my mind wanders to Cory. I wish I had chosen not to take that mask off. I would be content thinking I lost the one man that maybe I could’ve been happy with that compared to knowing that getting fucked by my brother was the best feeling ever. I fucking hate myself for even admitting that it was good. I didn’t know it was him or I would have shut it down. We haven’t seen each other in months, and we do admittedly look different than the last time we saw each other. I’m trying to find fault in myself for this or even him, but I can’t. We were randomly paired together, and we both decided to take our masks off. Now, the consequence is knowing who he is. That was always the risk of deciding that.
When I get done in the shower, I wrap myself in a towel before wrapping my hair with another. “Shit,” I mutter when I see that I didn’t bring clothes with me.
I shut the light off and open the door to go to my room. I’m not paying attention when I step out and immediately run into Cory.I lose my footing and almost fall, but he catches me around the waist. When I instinctively look up at him, I get trapped in his gaze as he watches me with a feral look in his eyes. His lustful thoughts are written all over his face but he shakes himself free of that and steps back from me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter. I push past him and race to my room.
“Bella,” he calls after me. I ignore him and go to shut my door, but he pushes it open. He swings the door shut and walks toward me.
“Cory,” I say with a shaken voice. My back hits a wall, and he puts his hands on either side of my body so I can’t escape.
“Stop running from me,” he says.
“Stop looking at me like that then,” I frown.
“Like what?” he asks and I shake my head. “Like what, Bella?”
“Like you want to do it again. It’s… it’s lustful, and I don’t know how to handle that,” I admit.
“Tell me right now you haven’t thought about it. I will walk out of this room, and we will never talk about it again,” he says simply.
“That’s not fair. If it makes me uncomfortable, you should be willing to not talk about it.,” I argue.