“Lex– wait. Please.”
I stopped.
Not because of what he said.
But because this was exactly what I wanted.
A perfect opportunity to get him somewhere quieter.
Somewhere private.
Somewhere it can be just us.
Somewhere we can talk. Amongst other things I planned to do to Jamie tonight.
I let the silence stretch between us, thick and charged.
He didn’t know it, but he had already left the party.
And he left it for me.
Because Jamie might not admit it aloud – not yet – but he always comes when I walk away.
Despite us having our fights, and saying how much we hate each other – he’s the one who always apologises. I never do that, not because I’m some kind of an asshole, who thinks it’s okay to bully my stepbrother. No. It’s because I never take these fights seriously. A few minutes after they happen, I’m already over that stuff.
The one thing I love about our fights is to see Jamie lose all the control he has. To see his wild, bolder side coming out to play. Seeing that side of him, it unlocks something inside of me, that I’m still not able to name. But one thing for sure – seeing him angry, is sure an instant turn on for me.
Quick mental note: piss of Jamie so hard, he let his darker side come out, so we can hate fuck then. Yeah, that would be so freaking hot.
But that’s for future.
Right now, though, he’s exactly where I want him.
So let's the most interesting part of the evening begin.
****
Jamie closes the door behind him with a soft click, and the sound ricochets through my chest like a gunshot.
“Uh… you okay?” he asks, closing the door.
“Why did acted like that at the party? Was it because of that stupid joke I’ve made? If it is, then I’m sorry.”
“Lock it,” I say.
Jamie blinks.
“What?”
“Lock. The. Door.”
He studies me, confusion tightening the corners of his eyes, but he does it anyway. The lock slides into place, sealing us in.
I inhale slowly.
Okay. No backing out now.
“There’s something I want to talk about,” I begin.
