My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

I didn’t expect Damien to do that, but he kissed me even before I expected him to do that. And even if I didn’t want to get caught at that particular time, I didn’t break off from the kiss and just went with the flow.

The kiss did things to my body and made butterflies flutter in my tummy. I knew that I was deeply attracted to Damien, and it was going to be so hard to get over whatever it was.

“I think I must have lost my mind, Dabby,” Damien said after we broke off from the kiss, and stared at me with those charming eyes that looked so innocent. There was confusion on his face, “I love you, Dabby. I don’t know how, and why. But, I think I really do,” he said slowly, and my heart skipped a countless number of beats.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Never could I have expected to hear such someone say that to me in that kind of situation, or would have expected for me to hear such from Damien, whom I had always thought everything would go wrong between us till the very end.

“I love you, Damien. More than I can say with words,” I kissed his lips immediately after I said that, and we had another passionate moment yet again.

I was over the moon.

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Damien explained who Gina was, and told me about the details of everything that happened between them. He also told me that she said that she wanted him back, which put me in some kind of fear that he might sway.

I knew that I shouldn’t be bothered about things like that, but I couldn’t help but worry that his ex-girlfriend came back after three years to get him back. It made me want to smack her head if I ever saw her, for doing something like that to hurt Damien.

‘It sure was hard for any girl who gets gobsmacked by Damien to get over him easily,’ I continued to think.

“I am scared that we might never work out. And thinking of it scares me so much,” I said to Damien as I sat on the kitchen stool to cut fruits, while Damien looked for plates that I would put them in.

I wanted to talk about something else, after an awkward moment with me after he told me who Gina was.

We had gone to our rooms after our little love-show in front of the house that didn’t get us caught, and agreed to meet downstairs after changing into comfortable clothes. Our parents were not back in the house, and we could have our moment before they would.

“I think it might be bothering me even more. Thinking about it puts pressure on me too. I think we should just take it easy, and go with the flow of things. Over-thinking would make our mind a mess before we can even have proper fun,” Damien said in slow words like he was reciting from somewhere, and I raised my eyes in surprise to hear him talk that way.

If I had not gotten close enough to relate with him in the same house, I would have thought he would be some kind of nuisance who would never make sense with words.

“You are so intelligent, you know?” I smiled as I served him his portion of fruits that I had cut, and walked to the fridge to get water for both of us.

“More than you know,” he grinned so cutely with a mischievous smile stretched on his lips, and I smiled, “I have always been top of my class in middle school. Now, I barely read,” he uttered, and I opened my eyes wide in surprise.

‘Then why was he not topping his class?’

“If you are going to ask me why I am like this, then I do not know. I don’t want to give my dad what he wants,” he cut me off even before I could ask him anything, and it was the same question I would have wanted to ask him too.

“I cannot understand that, but what I know is that Damien is the best, regardless. You are really good at what you do. I wish more people could see that,” I smiled at him from where I sat in a way that the kitchen table separated so that I would not lose myself and jump over him again.

He was about to say something with a bright smile that flashed on his face, when he checked a notification that popped up on his phone. His demeanor changed the moment his eyes fixed on the phone screen for a while, and he stood up immediately to leave the dining room.

“Damien, what’s wrong?” I asked him when I noticed that, and he didn’t give me a reply which bothered me so badly. I stood up from where I was sitting immediately, and went after him before he could leave through the door.

“Talk to me, Damien. What is wrong with you? Why the sudden change?” I asked him more aggressively this time, as I stood in front of him so that it would be difficult to leave.

“Can you just let me be, Dabby?!” He yelled at my face, and I flinched so badly because I didn’t expect it. He walked past me when I went soft like spaghetti and let him go, and he climbed the stairs immediately.

‘What exactly did he see?’