My Bestfriend's Brother

Chapter 2 - Emily’s POV

I could feel myself coming back to consciousness I tried to fight it, the dream I was having was too good, I didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t

hold on to the dream any longer, it was very frustrating, but I could still feel arms around me. Before I opened my eyes I tried to remember where I

was when I fell asleep. Oh no, it was just me and Justin in Sarah’s room, I bet I cuddled up to him in my sleep, I always have to have something with

me, even if it is just a pillow. I could already feel my cheeks turning red so pretending to be asleep wasn’t going to work, so now my only hope is

that he is asleep.

I slowly opened my eyes, and was completely out of luck, there he was looking back at me. However the expression on his face was not the look

of amusement I was expecting. I couldn’t place the look until his lips met mine, it was a look of desire. That was the last thing I expected. When I

felt his lips against mine I kissed him back immediately. At first all I could think of was how it felt, the world melted away, the fact that this was

Sarah’s brother no longer registered, I melted into the kiss, but after a moment my mind started to run a million miles a second. It jumped from ‘Oh

my god, this feels so amazing,’ to ‘am I really awake, I must still be dreaming,’ to ‘he’s so hot and he is kissing me!’ to ‘why is he kissing me when

he has a ton of beautiful girls in and out of his room’ to ‘oh no he is just going to add me to his list.’ At this thought I pulled away from him.

“Justin, stop, I can’t, I’m not that kind of girl, I can’t just sleep with you like that, I am really more of a relationship kind of girl, and

your sister, she would be so pissed at me.” I rambled all of this so quickly I’m not sure how much he heard. I saw a hurt expression cross his face

for just a split second.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said, and paused a moment, “to you, or to Sarah. The kiss, it wasn’t like that, I’m sorry I made you think that.”

“What was it like then?” I asked, knowing that was a question I might not what the answer to I changed my mind. “Never mind.” I added quickly,

and started to pull away. He did not loosen his arms around me.

“Well first, Sarah would be pissed at me, not you. And I wasn’t trying to seduce you, I have too much respect for you to treat you that way.

And if you are more of a relationship kind of girl maybe I should do this the right way. Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

I just stared at him for a moment; I couldn’t think straight enough to debate this with myself yet, “Umm,” was all I could get out. He smiled

and laughed softly then and it helped to bring me out of my shock. He pulled his arms from around me and started to sit up so I did too.

“How about I give you some time to think about it, and if you decide you will, we will talk to Sarah about it first. And if you decide not

too, I will understand and we will forget today happened and go back to normal.” He said, addressing almost all of my concerns with one statement. I

nodded and he got up and left the room.

It was nearly midnight, so I turned Sarah’s TV off and went back to my room to go to bed. I was surprised she wasn’t home yet; she had left

around 8, so I assumed she and Paul had made up and she was staying with him tonight. I checked my phone, which I had left in my room when Sarah came

home crying. I had a text from Sarah confirming what I had assumed ‘We made up, cya tomorrow, don’t worry about me’.

No longer worried about Sarah and glad she was happy again, I changed my clothes and laid down in my bed. I closed my eyes hoping sleep would

come easily as I had just woken up 5 minutes ago, but it did not, the events of the last 5 minutes woke me completely, and I could not stop replaying

it in my head, over and over. I had, had my share of boyfriends in the past, and I enjoyed kissing them all, but this kiss, it was in a class of its

own, maybe it was because I had just woken up and was still in a dream like state, or maybe I was shocked because it was Justin. I had imagined

kissing Justin a few times. I had started to notice how attractive he was in high school, but I always ignored it, he was my best friend’s brother.

As time went on I found him not only attractive but I very much enjoyed being around him, he was funny and great. I really liked everything about him,

everything except his womanizing ways, which I couldn’t ignore and I found it disgusting.

Since I realized I wasn’t going to be falling asleep any time soon, I figured it was best if I try to think about the decision I had up until

now been trying to ignore. Should I go on a date with Justin. He had addressed most of my fears, but just saying it out loud did make me not worry

about it. Sure we can talk to Sarah, but what will she say? Would she really be more likely to be angry with him? Maybe, probably, he is the one that

uses people for sex not me, but she could still see it as a betrayal if I date her brother. I pushed the subject of Sarah toward the back of mind for

now, because that would only become an issue if I did decide to go on a date with him, so I should make that decision first and then if necessary

worry about Sarah.

So, now here I am, do I WANT to go on a date with Justin? The first answer that comes to mind is yes. But I have to think this through all the

way. My mind again drifted to the kiss and I found myself hoping it would happen again. WAIT, I yelled at myself, can I trust him? I blocked the

images of his sexy body and handsome face from my mind and ignored that I could still feel his lips on mine. I forced myself to think about all the

times I had heard girls that couldn’t seem to control the volume of their voice down the hall, and then that I would also hear them leave the

apartment merely minutes after the moans had stopped.

He said he doesn’t think of me that way, but how do I know he doesn’t say that to all of them and kicks them out of his room when he is done

anyways. If I dated Justin and eventually slept with him and he dumped me right after I would be crushed, and Sarah would be pissed if she was even

still my friend. He wouldn’t do that to Sarah would he? He wouldn’t do that to ME, would he?

If I said no, could things go back to normal? Could I ever forget the feel of his arms around me, and his lips on mine? No, that would not be

possible. So if I said no I would have to pretend to forget it all. I’m sure it would be easy enough for him to forget, I’m sure it was not nearly as

world shattering a kiss to him as it was to me.

I continued to bounce back and forth between all these thoughts with small fantasies of Justin’s hands and lips on my body interrupting me on

occasion. I eventually fell into a restless sleep never having come to a decision.