My Stepbrother secret obsession

I Thought We Are Taking It Slow?

AVA

The whole drive back, I clutch his free hand and keep it on my lap; he will smile whenever he glances to his side and finds me gawking.

I missed his attentiveness to the road, the way he would concentrate, making sure he was driving safely, and the smile he would always slip on when he shifted his focus between the road and me as his hand worked the wheel.

It was everything.

We didn't talk much ever since we got back into the car; the quiet and essence of the space that had recollected and inhabited most of Leigh was sufficiently healthy for me.

Until we arrived at the gate of the mountain house, which automatically opened itself and gave us access to our home, Leigh finally spoke.

"You okay?" He turned over to me, looking concerned.

No matter how much I want my smile to come out naturally, it turns out tight and fake.

Leigh sadly sighed and briefly ran his hand against my arm, tenderly stopping by my neck.

"If I have the right to take you away from here, I will." He looked away and clenched his jaw. "But I can't, and it sucks."

Seeing how much it hurts him, I gulped and tried to think of a better lie.
"Leigh, I am fine. It is not like I give a bloody shit about that." I gesture to our building.

He brought back his eyes to me; there were narrowed, disbelieving my utterance.

"What you gave me today is enough." And that wasn't a lie.

For the past fifty weeks, I've dreamt of being alone with him; nothing felt right until now.

"You can text me lat..." I started and stopped when I remembered the witch grounded me earlier. "I will see you in the morning." I feign a smile.

"Come here." He urged and didn't wait; he pulled me into a hug that immediately washed any pain I'd ever felt.

My body relished the affection and heat of his body glued to mine; I held him back, so tightly wishing I didn't have to pull away.

But the villa's front door opened, we had to separate and settle back in our seats.

Leigh parked by the driveway and let me climb out first.

In my heavy boots, I drag my legs forward and stop before Princeton Claire.

"I am sorry I puked on you last night." I embarrassingly apologise.

I feel so stupid finding out she has nothing to do with Leigh in the way I had automatically assumed, and fuck, I gave the girl a hell of my unreasonable attitude.

"No hard feelings. I had showered already." She chortled.

"Still," I mumbled with a sheepish smile on my face before I walked into the house.

When my eyes flash to the foyer's wall clock, It reads seven in the evening, and that one is on descending from the mountain.
We had been careful even though it was supposed to be easier than climbing.

I slipped out of my shoes, knowing the witch would always have something to say. Right now, I wasn't going to give her that pleasure.

Barefooted, I followed the direction to the kitchen, and luckily for me, no one was there; I lazily opened the side-by-side refrigerator and picked a bottle of water, grabbed a cup from the glassware cabinet, and twirled the cap of the bottle to pour some water for myself.

I ended up finishing the whole bottle and getting annoyed while disposing the rubbish. I had wasted time using a cup just to finish the bottle and throw it away.