Chapter 5

She stared at him as he grabbed the towel from one of the seats and dried off his chest and legs.  Her eyes followed every single one of his actions, unable to look away.

"Don’t go in" his voice caught her off-guard and she forced herself to look at his face. She walked a little closer, placing her towel where his had been minutes ago.


"Why not?" she saw his eyes go down her body, smiling as he took in her appearance: navy blue shorts and a white t-shirt that was way too big for her.

"The water is freezing cold"

"Oh" she look into his blue eyes and he turned away avoiding her gaze. “Where’s your.. um…your girlfriend"

"She left this morning while you were sleeping and …Nicki?”

"Yeah?"

He looked into her eyes “She’s not my girlfriend" she scoffed… Loudly

"Riiight…. Justagirlyouhappentobesleepingwith" she said the last part so fast that he couldn’t understand a single word.

"What?" he sat down on the chair, crushing her towel.

"Nothing… I.. I’m going to.. in my room.. yeah" he chuckled at her lame attempt to find an excuse to leave.

"You don’t have to leave Nic, we can’t run away every time we bump into each other"

"I’m not running away Drake"

"Then stay" she looked at him and shook her head no “Come on Nicki it’s not gonna kill you to sit down next to me for a couple of minutes"

"Fine" she made a face and sat down next to him. He laughed.

"Hi there" she let out a giggle and rolled her eyes at him, he was so lame.

"Hi" they stared into each others eyes, their faces not so far away. It felt like nothing had changed, except everything had. He couldn’t touch her, and she couldn’t kiss him. Her eyes followed a drop as it fell from his still wet hair onto his face. Her hand went automatically to his face and wiped it off. shot through her hand up to her chest as her hand touched his face. His smile vanished and his body tightened. She didn’t remove her fingers from his face and they traced his jaw line. He got up abruptly, his back facing her. She immediately got up too.

"Drake, I’m sorry I just…" he didn’t move “Please look at me. Aubrey please, I’m sor-" she was cut off by his lips pressing against hers softly, barely touching. His hands around her waist and her chest pressed to his. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, his air.

He pulled back a little to look at her, eyes closed and heart pounding heart against his. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so Nicki. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers again, this time with a little more force. She moved her lips against his, lazily, taking her time to savor him and he did the same thing. His tongue asked for entrance and she parted her lips to let him in. Their tongues searched for each other’s immediately, playing and teasing. She tasted so good. It was heaven, it was hell. It felt amazingly right and it felt incredibly wrong. But they didn’t cared and kept torturing themselves with that long kiss.

He finally pulled away to breath for a second before staring into her eyes and crashing his lips against hers again, forcefully. His hands left her waist and went to her hair, tugging on it and pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. Her hands went to his chest, touching and exploring him all over again. His tongue grazed hers before pulling away and biting her lower lip, a moan escaped her lips and his hands traveled up her t-shirt. Her hands went to his wet hair and pulled him in for another mind-numbing kiss. He reached for the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off.

No fucking way. He recognized the bathing suit and immediately pushed her off, turning away from her.

"Fuck!!"

She stared at his back dumbfounded. Did she did something wrong? She eyed her t-shirt on the floor and looked down at herself. Was it her? He turned to face her again, his eyes traveled from her chest to her belly. He made a face and quickly turned away again.

Tears gathered up in her eyes. It was her. He didn’t like her anymore. She crossed her arms trying to cover herself.

He turned once more and searched for her eyes, but she was looking down and covering herself?He saw the pain and self-consciousness cross her features. Oh fuck. He saw her bent down to pick up her shirt and towel and quickly wrap herself with it. She looked up and he saw the tears. No no no.

"Nicki…." he reached for her arm, but she jerked away and walked pass him “Nic please listen to me" he reached out for her again and she ran out. He followed.

"Nicki, stop" she ran up the stairs as fast as she could, Drake following close. She went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. “Nicki, open up" he kept banging the door until he realized she was not coming out ….. at least not yet.

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Taking a shower really helped. She stayed there for at least 40 minutes. Washing her hair and letting the water wash away her tears. Of course he didn’t liked her anymore, he had THAT girl now. Princess-like, tall, redheaded, skinny girl. She got out and wrapped herself in the towel, slowly opening the door, running to her room. She gasped when she saw him sitting on her bed.

He saw her wearing only a towel a forced himself to look into her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and he couldn’t help to feel responsible.

"Nicki we need to talk about what happened earlier" he needed to explain to her. He knew what was crossing her mind… that he didn’t like her…. but he did, he fucking loved the way that bathing suit looked on her and the fact that she had worn that specific one had brought so many memories back. He liked it too much…. and he wasn’t allowed to like it. “Listen I.."

"I dont wanna listen, Drake. Get out I want to sleep"

"Bullshit Nicki, you just woke-up like an hour ago. This time we are going to discuss this"

"I want to sleep Drake. I’m not feeling in the mood to talk to you." he was about to protest but she cut him off “Look, I get it ok? The thing that existed between us is clearly over. You don’t like me like that."

"What?! Nicki.. No.. I-"

"Out, please" she didn’t look at him.

He stood up and headed for the door “Tomorrow then" he opened the door and left.

She got dressed and laid on the bed, closing her eyes and remembering everything. She loved him. That hadn’t changed. Her phone buzzed interrupting her memories. She reached for it. 4 missed calls, 6 text messages. Kris…. again.

‘Babe call me, I’m home already’

The last thing she wanted to do was talk to him.

‘I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m already in bed.’

She closed her eyes again and drifted to sleep, she needed to it. It just seemed like, lately, dream were far better than reality.

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He took a bath, put his boxers on and laid down while he waited a reasonable amount of time for her to fall asleep. He needed to make this better. Nicki had always been self-conscious of her body and the way he had pushed her off probably gave her the wrong idea. He had been trying to control himself but he had lost it when he saw the bathing suit. It was perfect on her, the colors looked amazing against her skin and the way her boobs looked made him hard in seconds. That’s why he had pushed her off. He shook the memory off and headed towards her room, slowly opening the door and taking in the beautiful sight in front of him.

She looked like an angel, sleeping without the covers around her. Her pajamas were just girl briefs and a tank top. His eyes traveled up and down her body and he climbed in bed with her, laying on his side,. One of his hands went to her hair, and the other one went to her thigh, caressing it slowly and softly.  He placed a kiss in her head before moving his lips to her ear and whispering to her

"You are beautiful" his hand traveled up til they reached her sides and he felt her move a little but she didn’t wake up “Every single part of you" he took her mouth in his.

She moved and kissed back, still asleep. He hovered on top of her and both of his hands went up her top. She moaned, not waking up. He giggled against her lips. How could she sleep in a situation like this? His tongue entered her mouth and he touched her tongue lightly. She moaned and started to open up her eyes, he quickly got off her and sat down on the floor, away from her view.

"Aubrey?" she said sleepily and turned away to sleep again.

He stood up and heard her phone buzz. Curiosity took over him and he reached for it. Kris.

‘I love you baby. Already miss you!’

He placed the phone back on the night stand and sighed. She was not his. They couldn’t be together. It was still forbidden.

She was married, it was too late for them now.

Even if they really weren’t cousins.