Twelve:

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I replied as I took a seat on a lounging chair across from them.

“Oh don’t even give me that,” Jon said as he folded his arms across his chest.

I didn’t even know what to say… all I knew was that I did not want my brother finding out. “I didn’t do anything with Patrick last night, Jon.” I said, faking honesty.

“Really now? How about you, uhh pull your hair back and show us your neck then?”

Fuck. He got me. “…My neck?”

“Yeah,” he replied smugly.

“You’re crazy,” I said, postponing what I was asked to do for as long as I could.

“Hmm, how about you prove it then…”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

He then began chuckling to himself.

“What are you laughing at?” I spat at him.

“I just think that its funny that you are trying to deny something that is so obvious. Cole, just give it up.”

“What? I didn’t do anything,” I said, shooting him a glare.

“Okay, until you guys solve your little argument… I’m not going to listen to what either of you have to say.” My brother interrupted with an eye roll. “I’m going home. I’ll see you guys later.” He then stood up and walked out the front door.

“Jon… I really don’t get you… one day you’re like begging to have me, and the next your trying to cause all of this drama. How about you make up your mind?” I proposed, aggravation apparent in my tone.

“Oh, whatever Cole, you’re just as bad as I am.” He replied.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “How so?”

“You’re a fucking tease and you know it.”

“I’m a tease…? Honestly Jon...”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Wow, I’m so done with this conversation.” I stood up and began making my way to the font door when he grabbed me by the hand. “I highly suggest you don’t do that.” He said huskily.
I really looked at him for the first time in a few weeks; his brown hair was spiked just the way I liked it … and the look on his face was completely undeniable. His gorgeousness was like a trap, I swear to God. “Why is that?”

“Because we still have some unfinished business…”

I rolled my eyes, “yeaah okaay.” I then released myself from his grasp. I walked over to the door and slid my feet into my shoes. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. “I know that you don’t want to leave,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I really didn’t want to give in to him, but I couldn’t help myself. I turned around, “oh, do you now?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And what if you are wrong?”

“I’m not though,” he said confidently.

We were then interrupted by Sharpie making his way down the stairs, “oh hey guys,” he looked from me, to Jon, and back at me again. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no,” I replied innocently.

“Alright, well I think I’m going to head home. I’ll see you later?” he asked, while coming over and wrapping me in a hug.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied while placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Bye Jon,” he said before stepping out of the door and closing it behind him.

I focused my attention back to Jon, who was glaring at me with a look of jealousy. “What?” I asked simply.

He grabbed me by the hand once again and led me to his bedroom. Once in, he shut the door behind us, locked it, walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips. “You don’t know how sick I am of your little games…” he began. He then picked me up, placed me on his bed, positioning himself on top of me.

“I think they’re kind of fun…” I joked while strategically flipping him on his back, so now I was straddling him.

“Oh,” he said. “I’m sure you do,” he then began rubbing my upper thighs.

I wanted him badly, and he knew it, I could tell by the look on his face. He knew that he had me won over. The temptation was killing me, but I knew that if I made the first move, he would have won. My phone began ringing in my back pocket, which brought me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out and looked at the caller-ID.

Adam Burish.

“Who is it?” he asked, his voice filled with frustration.

“Adam,” I replied.

“Dude, he’s like downstairs or something. Just call him back later,” he pleaded.

“What if its important?” I teased.

“He can leave a message, can’t he?”

“Hmm, I don’t know… maybe I should just answer it…”

He then grabbed the phone out of my hand and answered it. “Dude, she’s gonna have to call you back,” he said, and immediately hung up, placing it on his bedside table.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“Like I said… we have some unfinished business,” he said as he slid his hands up my thighs, reaching for the button and the zipper. I didn’t stop him as he completely undressed me. Hell, I even helped him undress himself. I can regret this later, I kept telling myself, and then I felt him enter me and I completely lost my train of thought.

I rolled off of him and lay there for a few minutes. The only sound in the room was of our heavy breathing.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, shooting out of bed, “I have to be to practice in fifteen minutes.” He then pulled me out of his bed. “What do you want me to do about it?” I asked him.

“Well I’m getting in the shower, and having you in there would make things a little more enjoyable…” he said, while placing a kiss on my lips and dragging me into the bathroom with him.

After our shower, we redressed ourselves and I grabbed my phone and the rest of my belongings from around the house. I then headed out to the front door and noticed he was standing there waiting for me. “I’ll call you later okay?” he said while placing a kiss on my lips.

“Alright.” I paused for a minute, “you know... we really need to talk about things…” I trailed off.

“Yeah I know, and we will.” He grabbed me by the hand and we walked out of his apartment together. After another kiss, we parted ways. He got in his car, and I got in mine and headed home.