A week passed since I started living with my older step brother Killian.
Every day in this house felt like pure torture.After the events that happened that night I made it a life long mission never to cross path with him again till the semester ended.
Mom had been checking up on me but I haven't returned her text or any of her messages because I still feel betrayed by the fact that she could keep something as crucial as that away from me.
I had classes with Killian just twice a week and even though I lived with him no one in school knew that he was my stepbrother and that I lived with him in the same house.
Killian hasn't spoken to me since we started living together, my breakfast had been alone and he had a driver take me to school each day.
His actions made it clear that he didn't want to be seen with me.
While I didn't feel right about the way he treated me, I still couldn't agree that him acting that way made me feel more at ease in the house.
Within the week, I found myself getting curious about why he acts so distant, and cold. Somehow I wondered if it was the military that made him that way.
I found myself wanting to know why he left the military and took the job as a professor.
I found myself watching him all week.
I noticed he was always on his phone, he had a small click of friends as I have only seen him with two other guys in the house.
Nicolas had made it his life mission to text me all day asking me how I was coping with his older brother and somehow I found myself not being broken by the fact that I was in love with him but instead filled with the mystery of Killian.
My stomach rumbled and I groaned as I reached for the bottle of soda that was just by my bed stand but as I picked it up, the bottle was empty.
My eyes scanned one to my phone on the bed and it was already late and it was almost 12pm.
I had been so engrossed in my book that I didn't even bother to have dinner.
The last thing I wanted was to run into Killian again, I wanted to avoid him for as long as I could.
As I turned my stomach rumbled again, I stood up and walked out of the room slowly shutting my door so I didn't make any sound to wake him up.
Their were no noise of anything in the kitchen and once I got in, I walked over as I tried to pick the next bottle of Coca-Cola but as I grabbed it the bottle suddenly slipped from my hands.
Just as I was about to grab it from falling, the huge hands from behind grabbed the bottle.
I tried to move back a bit but when I did my body touched a warm wet but manly body.
My heart starts beating against my chest as the air tightens.
My legs froze in one place but before I could move I felt the strong pair of arms slide from my waist turning me to face him and as I met the pair of blue eyes staring back at me.
Killian had just sweat pants and a top, his wet hair indicated that he just had a swim.
Kill...ian, I stammered as I tried to move but instead he moved closer.
His eyes moved to the Coca-Cola in his other hands and I see the smirk suddenly appear on his face.
I bartered my lashes as I looked down on my knees and pressed my fingers at the uncomfortable position I had just found myself.
"Look at me" he commanded in low but chilled voice that sent fear down my spine.
I raised my eyes to look at him but unlike the cold man I knew, I saw him smile but the smile disappeared from his face almost in an instant.
"You've been avoiding me" he says gently as he sends his hands to my hairs and curls his hands on it as he pressed even closer to me as his smell filled my nostrils.
Have I?
Killian nods gently the kind of nod that send a direct messages.
My eyes goes over to the tatoos on his slightly parted chest.
"I can't be in this position with you Killian, please let me go" I begged the desperation and the fear laced on my voice.
I see a displeased look flash across his face in an instant and he drops the Coca-Cola on his other hands as he moved dangerously close.
My breath hitched again as I looked to the side as the tension suddenly builds up in me and the hotness took over.
Why did I suddenly feel so hot.
As I rested my back on the fridge his hands slowly slid his hand to my face pulling me to face him with just one finger.
My eyes stared at him in that moment I knew that I saw something in his eyes, that kind of curious looks that flashed off in an instant.
As he pressed even closer he suddenly grabbed both my hands and raised it up far above my head as he trapped me with one hand.
He bent his head towards me and my eyes slammed shut in an instant as the thought of what he was about to do hit me.
As I thought about it, I feel this fear building up inside of me questioning my actions, what was I doing?
After waiting for the kiss for a short while, Killian lips never touched mine, I opened my eyes again and I met Killian eyes.
As I looked at him I could see the mockery and the hinted smile on his face laced with the amusement.
My cheecks burned from embrassment as the though of what I had just done placed over and over again in my head like a fucking movie.
I watched Killian take some steps back as he grabbed the Coca-Cola he had dropped on the table.
Just as he was about to leave he turned to look at me.
"And I thought you were madly in love with Nicolas" he drags out the word and every last piece of dignity I had left in me strips off as my chest feels at the impact of his words and the shame washed all over me.
