One of the things I detest the most in this world is having to keep my desire for someone a secret. Having to let myself secretly hunger for the attention of someone I want the most when all that I am burns for her. When she knows that I am clearly and absolutely hers. Yet for her sake, I’m keeping it subtle. They call it baby steps. My jaw clenches as I watch my brother communicate with her before me. Liam purposely messed with our car engines just so there was an excuse for us to be here. He was doing it for me, he said. But the moment we got into this van, which is obviously not and never will be my first choice, he made Hazel accompany him in front, four seats before mine while I remain behind. With so many empty seats available, this was certainly his way of messing with me. My eyes are pierced at the two of them. I can barely see Hazel from where I’m sat, but the little view I have of her shows that she’s interested in whatever they’re talking about. Fuck subtle. I want to be the one on her mind while she converses with somebody else. I dip my hand in my pocket and take my phone out. I was keeping this for later, but circumstances change. I send Liam a text message. I watch him take his phone out to read it. ‘Don’t get too comfortable. But do me a favour, be the shoulder she whimpers on.’ It reads. He averts his gaze backwards to face me before staring back ahead. This is when I message Hazel. I can’t see her from this side to know if she picks up her phone or not but either way, she will get the message. I open the app on my phone, letting my finger dangle on my screen for a little while. She’s about to know why I wore her that underwear. Being with Liam is not as complicated as I make it to be. Despite him being Killian’s brother and stuck with me with this charade, he’s fun to communicate with. He’s respectful too. And certainly a ladies’ man. I have to admit that knowing that part of him is one of the highlights of the day. Not that he’s directly flirting with me or tried to make a pass, but his very presence emits such energy. Consider it one of those unsaid qualities you notice from a human being during interaction. I hear my phone make a soft ding and reach for my purse to get it. I take my phone out of my purse to check the reason for the ding. A notification is on my screen. It’s a message from Killian. I tap the message notification to read it when I feel a weird sensation between my legs. My hand lets go of my phone involuntarily, letting it fall. My lips quiver and I begin to pant, squeezing my thigh together. “Are you okay?” A masculine voice slid into my ears. I turn my head slightly to the side, my fist clenching into the blanket over me. “Liam-“ I whisper, my lips quivering . I could barely muster another word when my head falls onto his shoulder, burying itself into the sleeve of his shirt. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel·fire.net My eyes widen and I try not to make a sound. It does not take me long to understand what is going on. There’s a vibrator in me and it’s messing with my ability to think or do anything. The pleasure coursing through my entire body makes it hard for me to even think. My mind is in a whole new place and my body is the vessel of its ecstasy. I feel a sudden change with the intensity, feeling the vibrator go deeper in me, while riling me so hard that I can barely breathe. Killian. . . My teeth digs into the sleeve of the shirt of the man bearing the burden of having my weight fall on his arm, an attempt to mask the moan that leaves my lips. This is not the right place for this. My breathing quickens. But I doubt Killian gives two fucks about it.