Indra

twenty | everlasting

twenty | EVERLASTING
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"You want to get that?" Beau rasps against my lips, and the tips of his lips curve into a grin. Intense feelings pump out grasps of air due to his hips snuggling into my clothed core. The sounds of ringing rip through the surface of the room, not allowing our eardrums to rest.

I could barely even focus on the sound due to the sight of Beau hovering over me. His two hands were propped up against the bed near both sides of my head, strands of his artfully messy hair danglings off his head almost reaching for my forehead, eyes overwhelmed with temptation for me and only me.

"No." I answer, before pulling Beau closer to my face by tugging the v-neck of his t-shirt. "I just want you to kiss me."

"Yeah?" He whispers, his grin turning into a smirk, slowly and attractively as the ringing stops.

"Yeah." I confirm, bringing my lips onto his. My veins were pulsing with every little sentiment into this one kiss as our lips flitted together in unison, the blissful taste of his lips lingering on my tongue, the affectionate breaths collapsing between us, the lustful thoughts streaming through our fingers onto each other's skins.

"Fuck, I could just do this all fucking day." He groans. His lips leave a trail of unforgettable kisses to the corner of my lips all the way to the curve of my jaw. A sigh emitted from my lips as he kisses below my jaw. His hands slide down the bed and stop by my hips, trailing his talented fingers across my hip line. "The things I could do to bring you pleasure." He whispers, and each word dances against the neck of my skin, intensifying my breathing and amplifying every sexual feeling in my body.

"Then do them." I gasp as he lowers his hand between our bodies and cups my clothed, throbbing core. I arch my neck back slightly, giving him more access to my desirable neck. He sucks the flesh of my skin, slowly and carefully, as if he wants to memorize every reaction that escapes my lips. Warmth pools in between my legs, and my hands comb through his hair as he continues his indescribable kisses on every inch of my neck.

Gosh, my whole body felt like the burning inner core below us.

Then the ringing begins again.

"Fucking shit." I mutter, reaching near the nightstand and fumbling to get my phone. Beau's body flushes against mine, his head snuggles into my neck, chuckles vibrating off his body to mine.

Messages from my mother and brother are constantly spamming my phone.

Should've just put my phone on silent.

"Hello." I press my phone to my ear once my brother started to call my phone again. Music slithers out of my phone's speakers, too loud to the point I couldn't hear the soft reply back.

"Hello?" He yells, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can." I answer, grinning as Beau pecks the tenderness of my neck.

"I need you to get ice for us." My brother demands and the perfect smile on my face unfolds.

"Ice?"

"Yea, Ice." He confirms, "For the small promotion party mom surprised me for."

And there, the familiar dump of cold, ice water washes through every fiber of my body. That envious feeling that I've felt countless times since my father died, seeps back into my soul after I thought I had escaped it.

"Why can't you ask someone at your party to bring you ice." My tone becomes more aggressive with each word that absconds my mouth.

"Everyone is having fun, you don't want to ruin it." My brother cheers happily, not even once mentioning how I wasn't even present there.

"Well, how does that have to do with me?" I scoff, shifting my body uncomfortably. And I guess Beau notices and strips his upper body off me, a worried facial expression plaster on his face.

"Stop being selfish and just come over to bring the ice." He commands as if I was his servant ready to do any order he utters.

I clench my hand tightly, "I'm selfish?" He hums a "yes" in response and my angry level soars up to the atmosphere. I throw my legs off the bed and land on my feet once Beau's body is entirely off mine. He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyebrows creased together in a cushion. "I'm sorry, I just need to sort this call out." I whisper to him before rushing into the bathroom. "I'm not going to get you the ice, find someone else to find it for you."

"When did you become such a Debbie downer in this family? What happened?" He blurts, laughing like it was the funniest joke in the world.

"What happened?" I repeat, my tone getting aggressive by the second. "Maybe I just decided to be a downer when you and mom did absolute no shit when I was crying on the floor from my father's death or was it when my friends in high school didn't give a fly fuck about me after you told them a lie about me about father's death."

"A lie?" He raises his voice to reach my level. "You and I both know it wasn't a lie."

My eyes connect with the reflection of myself in the mirror, eyes swirling with anger. "So, you're feeding into mom's bullshit."

"Don't act as if you don't believed it too. I've heard you every night after his death, blaming yourself." He scowls. Flashes of every night of me blaming myself for the cause of my father's death, the cause of it all. Constant thoughts of me berating myself for what I have done, what I should have done differently, what I should have never said, still overwhelm my brain.

All hope of feeling better from my father's death goes along with the tears that escape from my eyes.

Guilt always comes back, just like the clouds that morph back into the sky. The minute I don't blame myself, that guilt looms over me and I have to deal with it until I die.

"Are we done with this nice chit-chat? I still need that ice."

And after that, when those sentences slipped out of my brother's mouth, I realize, I was just water to my brother and mother, merely used when necessary.

"Mom would really love it." He says as if it will change my mind.

My mom and brother, the everlasting duo, it was just them and they never felt the urge to add me with them. And as much as I tried, and I tried, to sever open their shared bond with a pair of scissors and feel it circle around me, the scissors jam into me, instead, not their unbreakable love. And it cuts up my heart and spreads it across the room. And they do nothing about it, not a slight tenderness in their eyes as they see parts of my heart on the ground.

"Go find someone else to do it for you." I mumble dryly before hanging up on him.

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I finally posted lol.

schools as being a pain in the ass, so updates might be slower than usual.

and also ima stop teasing yall with the smut, smut chapter come soon frr

okay bye, love u all, and have a great night/day <3