Chapter 1
"My brother arrives from Canada tomorrow.
I read the message Dylan sent me to remind me that his younger brother would be staying with us.
'What time does he arrive?' I replied to his message.
Dylan quickly responds:
'His flight is scheduled for tomorrow night; we still have time to be alone,' he replies with happy emojis.'
It would be lovely, my love, but I have to finish my college assignments, and I promised my parents that I would spend the night here with them,' I reply with a sad emoji.
'It would be lovely, my love, but I have to finish my college assignments, and I promised my parents that I would spend the night here with them,' I reply with a sad emoji.
'Okay, my love, don't worry. Finish your work, and we'll talk later. Send a kiss to your mom and tell her I miss her lasagna that only she makes.''
'Certainly, I'll talk to her. Kisses, I love you, my darling.'
'I love you, my beautiful,' he replies with a heart-eyed emoji.
l wanted to spend our last night alone since we'd have to accommodate his brother for a few weeks. But with the college rush and the pressure from my parents, I ended up feeling quite overwhelmed. My parents adore Dylan, but as I'm their only child, they're still processing the fact that I live with my boyfriend. So, I have to divide my time between them. But tomorrow morning, I'll give Dylan a proper farewell. We'll make the most of our last moments alone. I finish my work very late and send a goodnight message to Dylan, but he doesn't respond; he must be asleep. So, I lay down to rest for the remaining hours of the night. I have to wake up very early if I want to surprise him before he leaves for work.
The alarm goes off at 5:15 a.m. I jump out of bed; I'm still sleepy but determined to get to Dylan's apartment. It's been over a year since we got together, and they have been the best years of my life. He's incredible, romantic, and protective, and always surprises me with wonderful gestures. Every woman's dream, for sure. With him, I feel loved, like I can have a beautiful, solid family. I start getting ready, I can't be late; otherwise, I won't catch him in time.
I get out of my car, and glance at the clock – it's 6:15 a.m. I sigh with relief for arriving at the building's entrance on time. He usually leaves home at 7:00. I'm wearing only black lingerie underneath my coat; I know it won't be hard to persuade him to stay a bit longer. I smile at the thought of the surprise he'll make when he sees me.
I make as little noise as possible, using the keys he gave me at the beginning of our relationship. The apartment lights are completely off, and I can't see where I'm stepping. I don't want to turn on the lights and ruin the surprise. I tiptoed to his bedroom, slowly opening the door. I can see a silhouette under the blanket, and I thank the heavens for arriving on time.
I undo the knot on my coat and place it on the chair in front of the computer desk. I give my hair a little shake to look sexier. I walk to the other side of the bed and gently pull the blanket he's under. Just being near him raises my temperature. I approach slowly, bringing my body closer to his. I place my hands on his arm, and my face is at the level of his neck. I give him a lingering kiss there. I can feel him move slightly, still quite sleepy, but we'll change that quickly.
I close my eyes as my hands caress his member through his jeans. Dylan doesn't sleep in jeans, but at this point, I don't care about those details. I want him to kiss me and hold me in his arms, just like he always does. Just thinking about it makes me feel even more desperate to be with him. My hands trace their way inside his pants, gently unzipping them. My mouth trails down his defined stomach, kissing it slowly.
I want to feel him. I keep moving my hands down, finding his warm and soft member the way I need it. I make gentle and rhythmic movements with my hands while my mouth goes up to meet him, kissing him slowly. I can hear him breathing heavily, and it sounds like music to my ears. I intensify the movements with my hands, and I open my eyes, locking them with his, burning with desire just like mine. But when I look closely, I realize something.
"Oh, darn!"
That's all I can say. The guy is still half asleep, and I have to make an effort to get out of bed. But he holds onto my arms, asking me to stay. He starts laughing, and I don't understand why, but it irritates me, so I start hitting him to let me get up. He finally lets me go, and I rush to turn on the light
"You're not Dylan," I say, covering my eyes to avoid seeing him naked. He responds with a smile,
"I'm not Dylan, but I'd love to be."Oh, darn, you're his brother," I say, embarrassed.
He's enjoying the situation, laughing and covering his eyes with his hands. But as soon as he opens his eyes, his expression changes, and he looks at me seriously. That's when I realized I was wearing only tiny lingerie.
"Darn, darn, darn," I mutter, covering myself with my hands in a futile attempt to hide. His eyes roam over every detail of my body.
"Where 's Dylan?" I ask, trying to avoid his gaze.
"I don't know; he wasn't here when I arrived."
"Why are you here? You're not supposed to be here at this hour," I ask nervously
"My flight got moved up due to bad weather; I arrived here at 5 in the morning."
As I talk to him, I realize that my coat is still open, so I quickly close it while he just looks at me and laughs at the situation. He has a smile that I would say is sexy if not for this situation. He takes a deep breath, looking amused, and introduces himself.
"I'm sorry about this. I'm Jason. You must be Julia, right?"
"Julia? Who's Julia?" I ask, confused.
"Never mind; I'm just messing with you. I know you and Mandy."
I force a sheepish smile, extending my hand to shake his, and suddenly, there's silence. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. I want to ask him why he's in Dylan's room, but I can't say anything; I just look away because I've already seen his well-defined abs several times. Returning to my senses, I say goodbye.
"Well, I better go; it won't look good if Dylan arrives, and we're both here in these conditions."
"Yes, that 's true. It was nice to meet you, sister-in-law,"
he says sarcastically. I force a fake smile and leave. My heart is racing from embarrassment. If he tells Dylan, I'm in trouble; he won't believe that I mistook him for Dylan."