"Bevin, I can't be with you," I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes as I looked at him. His eyes spoke volumes...his heart was broken and bleeding and so was mine. I couldn't let this go on any longer though. I couldn't keep lying to him....or myself. Gathering up my clothes, I pressed them against my naked body and slipped down the hall to the bathroom. My makeup was smeared, so I wiped it clean before pulling on my loose almost see-through t-shirt and pulled on a short pair of shorts. Where was I going to go? This was my home...my husband. If I left him I had nothing...no one. Well...I had him. Even in the worst of times my brother brought a smile to my face. When we were kids...which wasn't that long ago for me, he always knew the right thing to say, the right thing to make me laugh...
The right way to touch me. I shivered at the thought and took a deep breath. It had been a year since that fateful night and it still gave me goosebumps. Fixing my hair I slipped out of my home, wishing it and my husband farewell as I slipped into my car. Brushing some auburn locks form my face I set course to my brother's house. Would he be surprised to see me? Probably. We talked often but there was always an unspoken rule of distance after I married Bevin. We'd only been together a months...and my brother and I? Well...our intimacy went back a year. Not that it was much...kissing...touching...fondling. My blood was boiling just thinking about it, but I scolded myself. It wasn't just about his touch, even though it was amazing, it was about him....he knew me better than anyone. When we were apart I felt like I wasn't whole. That's love right? It's not just a word...its a feeling and I didn't feel like that with Devin.
Reaching my brothers house, I brushed down the white t-shirt and combed my fingers through my hair. My hazel eyes focused and I took a deep breath as I strutted up the walk way and knocked. Silently I wandered if his 'fiance' was around. Hopefully not....this was important.
The right way to touch me. I shivered at the thought and took a deep breath. It had been a year since that fateful night and it still gave me goosebumps. Fixing my hair I slipped out of my home, wishing it and my husband farewell as I slipped into my car. Brushing some auburn locks form my face I set course to my brother's house. Would he be surprised to see me? Probably. We talked often but there was always an unspoken rule of distance after I married Bevin. We'd only been together a months...and my brother and I? Well...our intimacy went back a year. Not that it was much...kissing...touching...fondling. My blood was boiling just thinking about it, but I scolded myself. It wasn't just about his touch, even though it was amazing, it was about him....he knew me better than anyone. When we were apart I felt like I wasn't whole. That's love right? It's not just a word...its a feeling and I didn't feel like that with Devin.
Reaching my brothers house, I brushed down the white t-shirt and combed my fingers through my hair. My hazel eyes focused and I took a deep breath as I strutted up the walk way and knocked. Silently I wandered if his 'fiance' was around. Hopefully not....this was important.