My Best Friend’s Brother

Molly chokes a little and takes a long gulp of water. I find it amusing. Then she says:

” I forgot that you never control your tongue.”

I find it even funnier and give her a suggestive look, making her blush even more.

…

I like the tension between us in the car. I like even more the suggestive glances that we exchange. It’s great not having to disguise or hide how much I want her, and it’s even better to see it in her eyes too.

…

She opens the door to her apartment, and we enter, but as she closes the door, we already start kissing. She says between our half-desperate kiss:

” I enjoyed dinner.”

I say:

”Me too, but I’m still hungry. ”

She laughs and says:

”I can’t be serious with you.”

I say:

”Then you don’t.”

And I shut her mouth again with a kiss.

We are on the couch because her room seems far away now.

The top of her dress is under her bra, and my shirt is on the floor. She scratches my back as she makes these sexy sounds between our kisses.

Then we hear one:

”Uuuhhh! so you guys couldn’t resist, huh?”

Molly quickly pulls away from me, and we see Chantal standing in the doorway staring at us.

… Molly…

Climate killer is now indeed Chantal’s official nickname. I almost died of my heart when I heard her voice at the door, for a second I thought it was Julie. But Chantal continues:

” Well, I knew you guys were hiding something from me. ”

We don’t even have to answer her while I try to pull myself together and put my clothes back in their rightful place.

I don’t think we’re embarrassed that she’s caught us like this, but this is weird because she keeps looking in our direction with this giggle on her lips. I think she’s had a little too much to drink, and I don’t know. She then says:

” Well, I’m going to my room now, and I advise you to go too because Julie is outside and she said she’s going to come here to see you, Molly.”

I have no idea how I get away from Chris as fast as I am doing now, and Chantal laughs even harder, saying:

”I’m kidding, guys.”

And heads to her room. Chris looks at me, and I look at Chris. I think he’s thinking the same thing I am. Then I say:

”Maybe we should go to my room.”

He agrees.

…

It has been a few minutes since Chris went home. I am taking my shower and feeling good because I told him the truth. I wish I didn’t keep reminding myself how scared I was when Chantal said that Julie was coming. I wouldn’t say I like to hide all this from her; she has always been my best friend. But it’s also not easy to come to your best friend and say: “Remember that brother of yours that I hated so much?

Maybe it’s not even the fact of telling her that’s bothering me, and I think I know how Julie feels about these friendship relationships with benefits. She always believes that in the end, everything will stabilize and the couple will stay together, which is not the case with Chris. I know he doesn’t want that, he has had his disappointments, and so have I, so I think we’ll be OK with it.

…

Chantal has already prepared breakfast as soon as I wake up. She looks at me out of the corner of her eye as I sit down at the table. She takes a deep breath and then says:

”I’m sorry about yesterday! I was a wreck!”

I end up smiling and saying:

”It’s OK.”

When she realizes that I am not angry about what happened, she says:

”So what?”

I question:

”So what?”

She moves even closer and says:

”Like what? Since when are you and Chris making out?”

I feel a little embarrassed now, but I say:

”It’s no big deal. We’re just having fun.”

She says:

”Naughty girl! I always told you that you had a crush on each other. You just didn’t listen.”

I end up laughing and say:

”That’s not what you’re thinking, but that’s OK. I think we’re OK with it.”

She smiles, and I continue:

”By the way, I don’t want Julie to know about this now, please.”

She pretends to run a zipper over her mouth with her fingers and says:

”I won’t say anything.”

But she still looks at me and continues:

” But you know that being flagged like last night on the couch will be a little hard to hide, right?

I think about what she said. Chantal is right. We should be more discreet from now on.”

… Chris…

I’m not as productive at work as I’d like to be, and there’s one culprit for my inattention: Molly. I haven’t been sleeping very well, and I know I shouldn’t be this anxious, that this is ridiculous. Still, on the nights I go out or stay in, I check my phone a few times to see if, for some reason, she talks to me about any random subject or maybe invites me to her apartment, but nothing.

It has been a few days since she called or talked to me much. At most, we exchange glances and greetings in the hallway or when she comes to our apartment. I think she is in an exam period at college and therefore has no time.

It is Friday night, and I am focused on my game when my cell phone vibrates. I like that it is a message from her.

“Are you home?”

It takes me a few seconds after reading this in the notification bar not to let on how badly I wanted to receive this message from her. So I reply after a while.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yes.”

She replies next.

“Could you do me a favor?”

I reply:

“Sure.”

She types back:

“Will you come over here?”

I leave my game on pause, but I know I won’t be back too soon.