Unforgettable by Abby Reynolds

disrespect her brother by lying. “Yes.”
    “Really?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”
    “I can’t…I promised her I wouldn’t.”
    “Why will she tell you and not me?” He seemed angry.
    “She’s just…embarrassed I guess.” I couldn’t describe it in a better way.
    “But I’m her brother. We tell each other everything.”
    “Believe me, it isn’t personal.”
    He still seemed hurt. His eyes were squinted in pain.
    “Just talk to her. Now that you know something is going on, maybe you can convince her to tell you. I want her to.”
    “So do I,” he said miserably. “I worry about her… Our parents are jackasses to her. They disapprove of her major, but their resentment toward her started far before that. Even when we were little, they still preferred me to her. They always put her down when she did something wrong. I received flying colors for even the smallest things. And then she changed six months ago…She’s been through a lot and I fear she won’t be able to take it one day. That her back will be break.”
    “Her back won’t break,” I said firmly. “I’ll see to that.”
    “I wish I could help,” he said sadly.
    “Just talk to her. Make sure she knows you love her no matter what. And that you’ll keep her secret.”
    “You’re worrying me…”
    “I just want you to be prepared.”
    His breathed hard. “Is she dying or something? Please answer that.”
    “No,” I said immediately. “It’s nothing related to health.”
    He breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Just talk to her.”
    “I think I will.” He downed his beer then put the cash on the table. “I just have to get rid of this girl first.”
    “You’re going to kick her out of your truck?”
    “Damn right.” He walked away and headed out the door.
     
    I returned the painting to the wall before Livia came over. The image perfectly captured our relationship. It was passionate but friendly. We were friends before we were lovers, so the foundation of our romance was strong. We did things the right way, taking it slow and cultivating strong feelings.
    Something I’ve never done before.
    I always went straight for the kill, straight for the pussy. Girls annoyed me and I didn’t like talking to them. I just liked looking at them. I liked fucking hard on my sheets then kicking them out like the whores that they were. It was impossible for me to love someone else, to care for someone else.
    But then Livia happened.
    Her light knock sounded on my door. My heart fluttered as I walked across the house and opened it. She wore a champagne pink sundress. Her hair was down and curled. A gold necklace hung from her throat. She had one bag in her hand, and a purse over one shoulder. Make up was on her face. She hardly dressed up for any occasion, but now she was dressing up for me.
    I smirked while I appraised her. “Get over here.”
    She smiled back then moved into my chest.
    I grabbed her bag and tossed it on the couch then pulled her purse off. It hit the floor then I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her chest press to mine. I rested my head on hers and smelled her shampoo. Vanilla and coconut wafted into my nose.
    My hand moved to her lower back and I squeezed her dress in my large hand, wanting to rip it off of her. I’d never been more turned on by another girl in my life, real or fantasy. I tried to control myself because I didn’t want her to see how much I wanted her. She was still warming up to me and I wanted everything to happen on her terms, her way. So I forced my hand to relax and press flat against her back. But I did give her a warm kiss.
    My tongue immediately parted her lips and I gave her a hard embrace. She reciprocated immediately, slipping her small tongue into my mouth. Our kiss turned heated quickly, so I ended the embrace before it escalated into something more. “I’m very happy to see you.”
    “I can tell.” That playful look I loved was on her face.
    “I want to give you something.