I’m only here because I didn’t want that night to end. I never do.
Ever since my best friend’s older brother, Noah, walked in on me trying to figure out how to put a condom on a banana, my crush on him had been a problem. We always had the best chemistry, but the three-year age gap always loomed overhead. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about him, especially after he caught me eyeing his toned physique or lingering a little too long on that smile.
So when the opportunity came to housesit for him while he was away for a weekend, I knew I had to take it. I arrived at his place, a stylish loft in the heart of the city, and couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement coursing through me. I was finally alone in his space, surrounded by his scent and his things.
I spent the first evening giddily exploring every corner of his apartment, touching the books he read, inhaling his cologne lingering in the air, and even trying on a few of his oversized shirts. But as the night grew darker, my mind couldn’t help but wander to more enticing thoughts.
I found myself standing in front of his bedroom door, heart pounding in my chest. Thoughts of him flooded my mind, and before I knew it, I was pushing the door open. His room was dimly lit, the city lights casting a soft glow through the window. The bed looked inviting, like a forbidden temptation calling my name.
I stepped over to his bed, sinking into the plush mattress and burying my face in his pillow. The scent of him surrounded me, sending shivers down my spine. I imagined him lying beside me, his hand tracing patterns on my skin, his lips exploring every inch of me.
But just as thoughts of Noah consumed me, the sound of a door swinging open upstairs brought me crashing back to reality. My heart leaped into my throat as I heard footsteps descending the staircase, getting closer and closer to his bedroom.
In a panic, I dove under the covers, heart racing as the bedroom door creaked open. I held my breath, hoping against hope that it wasn’t Noah.
“Hello?” called a familiar voice.
It was Noah’s younger brother, Owen. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I scrambled out from under the covers, blushing furiously as he raised an eyebrow at my disheveled state.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes flickering with amusement.
“I-I was just… checking to see if everything was okay,” I stammered, trying to compose myself.
“Sure, sure,” Owen replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, if you need any help… I’m here for you.”
As he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on me, sparking a new kind of desire within me. And in that moment, as the door closed behind him, I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that coursed through me.
Maybe this weekend was about to get a lot more interesting than I had anticipated. Are you curious to know what happens next? Don’t miss out: let’s chat!