Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 79

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I shrug. I don’t really want to go home, I’m tired but having fun.

“I don’t wanna leave. I wanna stay here.” I whine. Megan elbows me in the ribs.

“Stay then, I bet Bellamy wouldn’t mind.” She waggles her eyebrows at me suggestively and we bothdevolve into giggles again. I haven’t seen Bellamy all evening except. Oh shoot! I was meant to checkin and I didn’t. Did I? I don’t think I did. Oops, I better do that before he gets

too worried.

“I need to talk to Bellamy!” I declare as I struggle to get up off the floor. Megan’s clothes are extraslippery or something because it takes a couple attempts to get to my feet. Megan makes it up first andpulls me to my feet. I stumble into her and we both fall onto her bed.

“My brother’s probably in his room.” Megan informs me. I nod.

“I need to talk to him.” I insist. Megan stays lying on her bed where she is and nods at me, her eyesclosed. I make my way across Megan’s room doing my best not to trip over anything on the floor whichis now messy with clothes scattered everywhere. I step into the hallway and close the door. It’s superquiet out here without the music and my head feels like it’s echoing. Can I hear my own heartbeat?That’s weird. I cross the hall to Bellamy’s door and knock loudly.

“Bellamy! Beeeeellllammmyy. I need to talk to you! Bellammy!!!” I knock again and his door swingsopen. Bellamy looks half asleep and completely bewildered.

“Ryann? Are you okay?” He asks. I nod and stare at him. What was I here for? Oh, I needed to checkin with him and tell him about that letter.

“I wanted t‘ talk to you.” I repeat. Bellamy grips me by my shoulders and raises an eyebrow.

“Are you drunk?” He asks. I stare at him and think about it. Am I drunk? Maybe.

“Not sure. Maybe? I need to talk to you.” I insist. Bellamy gives me a smile and leads me into his room.It’s dimly lit by a lamp by his bed. I stumble and he catches me. My hands land

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across his chest which is when I realise he’s shirtless. Damn is he hot. I replace myself running my handsall over his chest. He’s so warm and I can’t stop touching him. Bellamy groans catches my hands, Ifrown and pull them free then lean into Bellamy. He’s too tall for me to reach without him bending downbut I reach around his neck and do my best to tug him down. He comes willingly and I pull him into akiss. I’m very enthusiastic right now and he feels so good. I hold him tight with a hand in his hair, myother hand stroking the back of his neck and shoulders. He suddenly pulls back.

“We need to stop. You’re drunk.” he says, his voice rough. Well that’s stupid. I don’t want to stop. I’menjoying myself and for once I don’t feel shy. I try to kiss him again but he doesn’t cooperate and leandown. I kiss his neck instead and I feel a shudder run through him. He

grabs me by the shoulders and holds me at arms length.

“Ry, sweetheart, you need to stop. You’ll regret it tomorrow.” he says. I shake my head.

“No. I want to stay with you.” I complain. Bellamy runs a hand over my arm soothingly.

“You can stay with me if you want. But as much as I’m enjoying your enthusiasm, we just

can’t do this right now.” He tells me. I pout and he chuckles. I sigh and all the resistance leaves mybody.

“Fine. But I wanna stay here.” I insist. He nods.

“That’s fine. You should get some sleep. Have some water too.” he insists. Bellamy hands me a glassof water he had on the table by his bed. I spill a little but drink cooperatively. I don’t want him to changehis mind and send me away. He takes the empty glass from me.

“Come on darling. You need rest. You’ll probably feel like hell in the morning.” I nod and move towardshis bed then freeze. This is Megan’s dress. I can’t sleep in Megan’s dress, that would be rude. I strip itoff and lay it carefully

on the end of the bed. I look for Bellamy, his back is to me as he fusses with the blankets. He turns tome and freezes, his jaw

goes slack.

“Ry…” he trails off. I sit on the bed and pat the space next to me. He hesitantly sits beside me, a gooddistance away. I don’t like that. Why is he staying so far away?

“Why are you over there? I want you with me.” I complain. I get to my feet and position. myself on hislap, a bit like I did the other day but this time I straddle him with one leg over

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each side of his thighs.

“Ryann, what are you doing?” He sounds a little alarmed.

I place a hand on his chest as I get distracted by the red thread between us. It’s so bright. Such a prettycolour. Bellamy leans back away from me a little and I watch as the thread gets longer. That’s so weird.I wonder if it gets longer or does it stretch? I mean it’s not really real. But I imagine it stretching likeelastic. Giggling, I use my hands to push on Bellamy’s chest forcing him to lay back, watching the stringget longer. I reach for it, I know I can’t touch them but it looks so solid. My hand waves through it a fewtimes. I lose my balance and fall forward onto Bellamy’s chest. He’s comfortable. I don’t want to let go.Bellamy suddenly wraps his arms around me and I cuddle in happily. In one quick motion he rolls usaround so that we’re in the bed properly against the pillows. I groan as my head spins and for amoment

1 feel sick.

“You alright?” Bellamy asks as he leans back a little, now lying beside me rather than under me. He isstaring in my eyes and the sick feeling fades away.

“M” fine.” I tell him quietly.

“Good.” He responds, pulling the blanket over us. I sigh and snuggle in closer to him, practically glueingmyself to his side. He flicks off the light and we lie silently for a while, his arms wrapped loosely aroundme. In the dark I can’t see our thread but I know it’s there, probably so short it’s nearly invisible with usso close. I place a hand over Bellamy’s heart

where I know the thread is.

“I like our thread.” I comment sleepily.

“Yeah, why’s what?” Bellamy asks, his voice soft. I run my hand over his chest before

answering.

“It means you’re just mine. I like that.” I tell him. He sighs deeply and pulls me closer into his chest. Ifeel him press a kiss into my hair.

“I like it too.”