Craving My Brother's Best Friend (Bailey and Kaleb) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Kaleb’s POV

I had been pacing for a while, running my hand through my hair over and over again.

All I could think of was her, he body, her lips, her eyes.

Last night in the storage room she had kissed me and then ran off and my mind hadn’t stopped replaying it.

That kiss had been fire. I had sworn to stay friends with her, gaslight myself to belief it.

She had even said it with such certainty that I believed it and thought even if I couldn’t control myself she’d have enough self control for us.

But then her lips had been on mine, and everything I believed vanished. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Bailey Hart.

I groaned softly, dragging my hand down my face. Why did it have to be her?

Why did I want her so badly?

It was torture being in the same house, walking past her, pretending like I didn’t think about her every second.

Pretending like I didn’t want to touch her, kiss her, make her mine.

I looked up at the sound of footsteps. David appeared in the kitchen, a glass of milk in his hand. He gulped it down in seconds, then wiped his mouth oblivious of my thought.

“Has Bailey eaten?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my voice came out rougher than I meant.

“Yeah,” David said. “I took her breakfast and her drugs up this morning.” He placed the empty glass in the sink and walked off, humming.

“You should eat.” He said before leaving.

I wanted to see her but I couldn’t talk about the feelings she evoked, I couldn’t put a tag to us, I couldn’t ruin our relationship so I stayed away.

She was like my fucking little sister but who thinks of their little sister in that way.

Damn it.

Before I could stop myself, my feet carried me upstairs.

I told myself I just wanted to check if she was sleeping alright and if her fever had gone down. That was all.

But when I pushed open her door, the sight that met me froze me in place.

Bailey was lying on her bed, the blanket tangled around her legs. Her skin was pale, and her forehead glistened with sweat.

She shifted slightly, her face tightening.

She looked fragile. I wanted to sit by her side amd do something, anything.

Then I heard it.

“Kaleb…”

Her voice was low, breathy, soft.

She moaned it again, her head turning slightly against the pillow.

I went still, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt.

Was she… dreaming about me?

That couldn’t be right. Bailey would never..

“Bailey,” I whispered, stepping closer to her bed.

Her eyes flew open instantly. She gasped, her hands clutching the blanket to her chest as if I had caught her stealing.

She looked so embarrassed and instantly turned red.

“What are you doing here, Kaleb?” she asked, her voice small.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “You were… moaning my name,” I said, my voice quiet.

Her face turned crimson. “No, I wasn’t,” she shot back. “You’re delusional.”

I almost laughed at how quickly she said it, her eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but at me.

She was a terrible liar and damn it, she was cute when she was flustered.

“Delusional, huh?” I muttered, taking a step closer.

“Yes!” she snapped, clutching the blanket tighter.

“I wasn’t doing that. Who said I was dreaming about you?”

“I never said anything about a dream.” She cringed closing her eyes now and I smiled.

I should have let it go. I should have walked out right then but I didn’t.

Before I knew it, I was lowering myself onto the edge of her bed. The mattress dipped under my weight, and

her breath hitched.

“Kaleb,” she warned, her voice trembling.

“Leave. Right now.”

“I can’t,” I said, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Of course you can,” she argued quickly. “Just stand up and walk out. It’s not hard”

I shook my head slowly. “I can’t leave you when you’re sick.”

Her lips parted slightly, “I already took my medicine. I don’t need you here”

“There are other ways to take care of you,” I said before I could stop myself.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Instead of answering. I leaned in, my hand brushing hers as I pulled the blanket down just enough to see her face more clearly.

Her lips trembled, and I swear I could hear her heartbeat pounding as loud as mine.

“Kaleb” she whispered.

I kissed her before she could finish.

The moment our lips touched, the world shattered. I couldn’t hold back.

Her lips were soft, warm, and she tasted sweeter than I ever imagined.

She froze for a second, and I braced myself for her to shove me away.

But instead, her lips parted, her tongue slipping against mine, pulling me deeper into her.

Whatever control I thought I had snapped.

I kissed her harder, desperately, my hand tangling into her hair, pulling her closer.

She melted against me, her fingers clawing at my shirt like she needed me just as badly as I needed her.

When we finally pulled apart for air, both of us were panting. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glassy, her cheeks flushed.

“You’re not pushing me away,” I said hoarsely.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I… I don’t want to.”

I kissed her again, harder and hungrier this time.

Her hands slid down, shaky but determined. When they reached my joggers, I stiffened.

She tugged at the waistband, her fingers brushing dangerously close.

Chapter 11

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