To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

I stared at him as his head inched towards me and just for a moment I wanted it too, I wanted to kiss him. I tried to move but it felt as though my legs were glued to the ground.

With each breath I took his face came impossibly closer and I snapped my eyes shut waiting for it to happen but my mum’s disappointed face appeared in my mind.

Swiftly opening my eyes, I tried to suppress my snicker when I saw that Mason’s eyes were still closed. Dipping my hand into the sink discreetly, I splashed water on his face and it opened immediately.

The frown was evident as his forehead wrinkled and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“You look so ugly when you frown, it doesn’t suit you.” I laughed, his face still amusing to me.

“Oh yeah?” He asked like he was about to challenge me to do something and I just knew that it wouldn’t be good.

“I look ugly when I frown?” He drawled once again as he slowly made his way to the sink and soon I felt water on my face.

Opening my mouth in shock and utter surprise, I reciprocated without hesitation.

So what if I started it?

Mason and I began a water fight before I could stop to think about what’s currently happening in the kitchen right now and it wasn’t long before we both got drenched. I fought to catch my breath and when I tried to wipe the water off my face, I opened it to see Mason staring at me.

I could see his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire and yearning and just before I could say anything, Mason pushed me back roughly and yet gently against the sink.

“If I don’t kiss you now, Ava. I’m gonna go crazy, really crazy that I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t.” He said, voice ragged as his breath puffed over my face and there was so much longing in his eyes.

My eyes widened and my heartbeat accelerated as I stuttered out.

“But, We’re….” I was still talking when he cut me off.

“Forget about what or who we are, fucking forget about everyone else and just focus on us. Focus on me, Ava.”

Not knowing what else to say, I gave a nod of my head, gulping emptily when he inched even closer to me until our bodies were pressed against each other’s.

Mason pulled me closer and I let out an incoherent sound, mouth slacking when he framed my face with one of his hands. He tilted my head backwards, eyes ghosting over every feature on my face before settling on my face, and then before I could drag in a deep breath, his mouth was coming down on mine.

The kiss started off slow and soft, passionate in fact, and I felt goosebumps gather on every inch of my bare arms as he deepened the kiss even more, swallowing the small sound that bubbled past my throat. Minutes into the kiss and I had no idea of what came over me, but I began to return his kiss hungrily.

As soon as his tongue slide into my mouth to tangle with mine, I found myself trembling and scrambling to clutch on his biceps. The kiss grew wetter and a mewl slipped past my lips against his, but that only seems to be fueling him on, because the kiss grew more intense.

Each stroke of his tongue made me want even more, each press of his hand on my waist made me arch wantonly, while silently wishing the kiss never ends.

It was more than just a kiss, it was way better than the first two times we kissed, I didn’t want it to ever end. I’ve never been kissed so hungrily and passionately in my entire life until today.

Mason broke the kiss as he pulled away from me but his hand was still on my waist. My head spun and my heart raced.

The butterflies in my stomach increased and my heart still beat as though it was about to jump out of my chest.

“I… I’m going to change.” I stammered as I tried to run out of the kitchen, I couldn’t meet his gaze, I was too shy to do that and my heart was still beating so fast it was embarrassing.

“And who would clean the wet floor?” He asked, making me stop in my tracks. I knew he wanted me to turn and look at him but I didn’t.

“You’re the oldest, it’s your responsibility. You clean it.” I answered and not saying another word, I ran out of the kitchen as fast as my legs could carry me.

I didn’t need a change of clothes, I wasn’t going into my room to change or even do anything, that was just an excuse. Slamming my door shut, I rested my back against the door and the memory of what happened down there flooded me.

I’m still in awe, I couldn’t believe that Mason and I just kissed the way we did, my palm felt cold and I tried to get it to warm up.

Finally summoning the courage to breathe the same air as Mason, I went back downstairs and although things were awkward for me, he didn’t make it seem like it was that awkward.

The day passed by quickly and night soon came, the phone rang and I checked to see that it was our parents. For a moment I’d forgotten about them.

Picking up the call, Mason and I took turns talking to my mother and Danny. Danny is fully recovered now and we all talked about how the break ends in two days and how we’re planning on going back home.

Danny asked about Mason and I getting along and I couldn’t help my smile when he answered the question and told them nice things about me, I did the same too.

“Okay, glad to see that you both finally found your rhythm,” my mum laughed and Danny joined in, “We have a surprise for you and we sure as hell can’t wait to have you back.” She shrieked and Mason and I shared a look.

After a while of talking, they hung up and I wanted to hurriedly run back to my room when Mason pulled me back.

“Where are you rushing off to?” He asked as he placed me on his lap since he didn’t want me to sit far away from him.

“Hmm, No, I’m not rushing anywhere, I just wanted to brush my hair.” I lied, it was the most stupid excuse and I knew Mason wouldn’t buy it.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“It looks perfect.”

“Well, it’s…. I, you know…” I had no idea what I was going to say when Mason bursted out laughing.

“You don’t have to run,” he said amidst laughter, “I won’t kiss you anymore unless you ask for it of course, then I’ll have to kiss you.” He added and I smiled.

Moving, we both laid on the couch with Mason cuddling me and stroking my hair lightly.

“I don’t wanna go home,” he started, “It’ll never be like this island and I only got to enjoy my vacation because you’re here with me.” He finished and I smiled.

“I only got to enjoy it too because you’re here.”