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When me and Vince got back from the gym, we showered. not together I mean like we showered separately you know??
Anyway, I put on some dark navy blue cargo pants and a plain white long sleeve brandy melville shirt. I styled some gold jewelry with it. I can't stop thinking about Vince. Our moment felt like it was meant to be—like fate.
His hands felt perfect on my waist. The way he buried his face in my neck and it fit perfectly, we were destined to be together. I'm gonna be honest, I sound delulu right now but whatever. He's my brother's best friend. I cannot have feelings for him. He's basically forbidden.
I made my way downstairs after I styled my hair. I was planning on make cheesy cream pasta. As I reached for a bowl, I saw Vince coming down, with a white shirt that was tight enough to outline his 6 actually I mean at this point 8 pack abs, and grey sweatpants. His biceps are basically the size of my thighs. His hair was wet and covered his eyes slightly. He's so fucking hot.
Anyways, I continued cooking my pasta, waiting for the pasta to boil while I was on my phone looking for clothes to buy. Suddenly, I felt warm, veiny hands snake around my waist, pressing me into a firm surface.
"Hi love." he said with a deep raspy voice. God this just made me wet. I tried to push him off but he didn't even move an inch. "Vince," I called out. He buried his face again into my neckle, nibbling on it, which I'm sure will leave a mark. "Vince, Ian is right upstairs, if he catches us then you won't have a home," I practically moan out.
"I don't give 2 flying shits about him," Vince replied, his voice more breathy and raspy than the first time he spoke. He started to trace circles on my arms and waist. As much as I love this, he's my brother's best friend. He's off limits. I pushed him off of me with all my might and went back to stir the pasta, making sure it doesnt get stuck to the pot.
He steps away from me, assuming he's gone, I turn around and I'm suddenly pulled into a big pair of arms.
- hey babes sorry this ones short 😭
im tired n ive been in the car for like 3 hours doing nothing so no ideas r popping up in my head rn
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My Brother's Bestfriend
RomanceIsa, short for Isabel, has a horrible older brother. I mean, they never had a close relationship. Until when Ian finally came home after 4 years. 4 years without seeing her brother because he went to UCLA, which is right across the country. He came...
