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“I suppose,” he took a swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Bradley took a step towards her, almost touching her but not quite.
Suddenly she was aware that he was only wearing his boxers and she was in her sleep shirt.
He reached a hand up and gently touched her spikey blonde hair.
“When did you cut your hair?
I remember it being longer.
And darker.”

She tried to move away but couldn’t.
“Years ago.”
She nervously fingered the hair in the nape of her neck.
“It’s too short, I know.”

“No,” his voice was gruff.
“It suits you.
It’s really sexy.”
His face was close to hers.
Too close.
She could feel his warm breath on her cheek and smell the beer and toothpaste.
If she turned her head slightly…

“What are you doing?” she whispered as his lips brushed hers.

“I don’t know.
Making up for lost time?”
His lips moved over hers gently, teasing and tantalizing, as if he was testing her.
The kiss suddenly became harder, his lips moving over hers until she opened her mouth to him.
Her natural response was instinctive.
Her stomach flip-flopped with desire and she knew the solitary beer had nothing to do with it.
Somehow she found herself wrapped in his arms, and soon had her own around his broad shoulders.
Bradley lifted her easily and seated her bottom on the edge of the kitchen counter, stepping between her legs.

Debbie clung to him, unwilling and unable to stop what was happening, even though she knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
She could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against her hot core, causing her to melt further.
Her flimsy lace panties were no protection against his rigid lust.
His hands were all over her, cupping her ass, her breasts, and yet she didn’t care.
Nothing past that moment mattered.
She’d dreamt of him doing just this, she’d longed for it and thought it would never happen.
She wanted to have this moment, even if it meant regret in the morning.

His fingers were moving between her legs, rubbing her through her damp, lacy panties and she arched against him, wanting more.
He moved the fabric away, and suddenly his fingers were inside her, probing and filling her.
His thumb rotated around her hard little nub and she exploded.
The orgasm ripped through her without warning, almost making her cry out.
Bradley held her tightly, kissing her deeply through it.
When Debbie finally stilled, shocked at her response, he leaned back, searching her face.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, frowning.

“No.
We shouldn’t have.
I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not like that.
I shouldn’t have done it, is what I meant.”
His voice was filled with regret.

She felt herself flushing, not sure how or why she’d gotten into this situation with this man.
She’d promised herself she’d stay away from him and now this.
And now he was sorry he’d kissed her and touched her?
The ache in her chest made it a little hard for her to breathe.

“Umm… I should go.
To bed, I mean.”

“Don’t.
Let me explain.”

“Bradley, there’s nothing to explain.
Forget it please.
I need to go to bed now.”

Bradley stepped back allowing her to slide off the counter, but didn’t try and stop her that time.
She glanced up at him quickly, trying to gauge his mood and only saw a pensive look on his face, almost surprise.

“’Night.”

“Sweet dreams Minnie.”

Bradley lay in bed thinking about her.
She wasn’t his kid sister’s skinny friend anymore.
She was cute and sexy and oh so responsive to him.
He’d always had a thing for her, but felt it was wrong to hit on her.
Even when she’d made big cow eyes at him all through high school, worshipping every stupid word he’d said.
Even way back then he’d wanted her like nothing he’d ever believed.

He’d avoided getting involved with her, knowing that it would only end up painful and awkward for both of them when it ended.

But that kiss!

It had happened by accident, he hadn’t planned any of it.
She’d been so sexy standing there, the faint light from the garden lighting her silhouette through her nighty.
He also knew that she hadn’t felt or responded like any other girl he’d been with.
She’d been so eager, so ready for him, opening herself up for him.
He knew she’d wanted it as much as he had.
Her almost instant climax told him so.

He groaned as he felt his own body responding again to the recent memory of her and knew a long hot shower was the only way he’d get past this so that he could get to sleep.
Finally, relieved and released, he fell asleep, trying to think of a way to win her over and show her that he had genuine feelings for her.

The following morning was a hectic rush in the house.
Everyone had last minute things to attend to.
Sandra and Debbie had some gift shopping to do, and had arranged to have a quick lunch with some friends in the mall.
Mr. and Mrs. Parker had left earlier to attend to some errands and Bradley announced that he was going to see some friends.

Debbie did her utmost to put Bradley out of her mind as she wandered through the mall with Sandra.
For a short time she succeeded, but the moment Sandra left her alone, arranging to meet up later, she couldn’t help herself.
The memory of him kissing her and touching her the night before came flooding back, washing over her and leaving her feel weak.
Her response to him had been so quick, so sudden that she had been shocked.
She was no virgin, but this was something new for her.
To be so wet, so hot, so quickly was a surprise.

Now that he’d told her he regretted it, she knew that staying away from him altogether would be the best thing.
As she stood there, absently holding on to a scarf she was buying for Mr. Parker, she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and then a gentle kiss followed.
Jumping with shock, she spun around, ready to confront the pervert that had dared to attack her in public.

“YOU!” she almost yelled.
Realizing how loud she’d spoken, she toned it down to an angry whisper.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Bradley stood in front of her, grinning like a fool.
“Saying hello?”

“Normal people use words.
Like ‘hello’.
Try it sometime.”
She was angry with him, with herself.
She was angry at the response she felt looking at him, how warm and fuzzy she felt inside.
Happy almost.
She knew that if he’d asked her, she’d have followed him into the changing room to make out with him and she was annoyed with herself for it.

“Did you miss me?” he asked playfully.

“My aim is good.
I seldom miss,” she joked back.
“What are you doing here?
I thought you had plans with Mike.” She stepped around the clothing rack so that it was positioned between them, protecting herself.

“I did.
I’m done.
Now I’m here.”
He grinned.

“A man of few words.
Thanks.
So, why are you
here
?
With me?”

“I wanted to see you Debs.
I think we should talk.”

“I disagree,” she lowered her eyes.
“I think that we should just both forget that it ever happened and carry on like before.
No one can know about that.”
She looked at him pleadingly, wanting him to agree to just leave it be.
She needed to have the space to get over it.

“Really?
You felt nothing then?”
Bradley challenged her.

“Well… I…” Debbie stammered.
“Obviously…” She couldn’t finish and felt herself blushing, as she looked anywhere but directly at him.

Bradley laughed.
“That’s not what I meant.”
He leaned closer, keeping his voice low so that no one else in the store could hear him.
“I know what you
felt
last night.
I was there, remember?
I felt what you
felt
.”
He was reminding her of where his fingers had been at the time.

She remembered her orgasm again, vividly and felt the heat and ache in her groin.

“I can’t do this Bradley.”
She needed to be away from him.
She needed time to think and come up with some kind of plan that would keep them away from each other without the rest of the family finding out.

He reached over the clothing rack and placed his rather large warm hand over her small cold one and looked at her intently.

“Don’t leave now.
Let’s find somewhere to talk.
A coffee shop or something.”
He thought he could hear the desperation in his own voice and hoped it was only him that could hear it.

“Later,” she said, hoping to deflect him from his mission.
“I’m meeting Sandra in about five minutes and I still have a ton of stuff to do.”

“Later?” he queried.

“At home?
We’ll find somewhere to talk,” she half promised him.
Maybe he’d forget.
Maybe they’d be so busy that there wouldn’t be time.
After all, they were expecting company for dinner that night and the house would be crowded and busy.
People would be milling around and no place would be quiet or available.
Oh god, she hoped he’d forget.

Bradley cocked his head to the side and gazed at her with narrow eyes, as if testing her trustworthiness.

“I will make a point of it Debbie.
I am not going to let you keep putting it off,” he assured her before walking away.

Her shoulders slumped as she pondered the mess she was in.
All she had to do was avoid him for two days and she was home free.
Tomorrow was Christmas, and she was leaving the day after that.
Then she could start again, putting him back into the little filing cabinet in her brain, marked ‘Do Not Open’.

Lunch with their old friends was pleasant, catching up on each other’s lives and relationships. Because they weren’t driving, they each indulged in some Chrismassy type cocktail that was on special, and then it was time to return to the Parker home.
Sandra looked at her questioningly when she offered to take both of their purchases to the gift wrapping service in the center, knowing that it would take hours of waiting in the queue, but declined Debbie’s offer.

Debbie mentally kicked herself for her obvious eagerness not to return home.
Would it really be such a major issue for the two of them if they had a quick, quiet fling?
Her best friend’s brother?
It would only be for a couple of days anyway, and he certainly seemed keen, despite having told her that it was a mistake.

Mistake.
That was the key word
, she reminded herself.

She’d had enough of keeping secrets, especially the one about her feelings for Bradley, and by getting physical with each other,
sleeping together
, it would be even worse.
He was right.
It was wrong to get involved with him.
She was leaving in a couple of days, he’d forget about it soon enough.
He’d forget about
her
soon enough and lives would go on as normal.

What she meant by ‘normal’, was that she could lick her wounds in private and cry as much as she wanted without anyone guessing what was wrong.

Later that night, party over and all the guests departed, Debbie was standing under the hot soothing shower.
I should sneak over to Bradley’s room
, she thought to herself. The thought of offering herself to him filled her with butterflies and heat.
Having convinced herself that a little part of him was better than nothing, she’d tossed out all her previous arguments quickly, deluding herself for the moment that she’d be okay with a quick hot affair with him.

Deep inside she knew it wasn’t true.
Deep inside she knew it would probably rip her heart wide open and leave her emotionally wrecked for a very long time.

She’d managed to avoid him the entire evening, despite seeing his meaningful glances and stares, and him trying to corner her in the kitchen when she was helping to clean up.
Yet, for some reason, she wanted him now.

Walking barefoot into her bedroom, she opened the little bag from the oh so very expensive lingerie store and laid her purchases out on the bed.
Pink and black lacey wisps of underwear stared back at her.
This was her gift to herself.
Or was it for Bradley.
She’d certainly been thinking of the look on his face and his reaction when she’d bought it.

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