Free Just Between Us by Hayley Oakes

pulled it open someone on the other side pushed their way in forcing me back inside. I gasped. It was Kyle.
                  “Kyle,” I groaned as he shut the door, “What the …?” Before I could finish, his lips were on mine. Oh God, they did feel so good. Last time we kissed we were both so drunk, and all I could remember was how amazing it was and how my knees were like jelly, but not the specifics. Now I could remember the specifics. His lips were soft and strong, his mouth tasted amazing, a mixture of mint, beer, and obviously just Kyle. His tongue caressed mine gently, and he didn’t force it in like so many bad kissers before. He pushed me back to the sink, banging my bum against the unit as his kisses became more urgent. His hands were cupping my face and then ran down my back as I ran my hands up his back. Just as I was relaxing instead of freaking out, he pulled away.
                  His dark blue eyes bored into me, I must have looked shocked, startled, and finally my senses were returning.
                  “What was that?” I said pushing him away.
                  “A kiss.” His killer smile returned, and he moved to me again.
                  “Kyle, stop!” I held my hand up. “We can’t do this, just stop.”
                  “Why?” He put his hand back on my hip and squeezed it gently.
                  “Because we’re related and … we hate each other,” I stuttered.
                  “You hate me?” he teased, kissing me again on the lips and flicking his tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t help but reciprocate.
                  “Yes,” I pushed him back again.
                  “Everyone loves me,” he said, still drunk, his eyes not quite focused on me.
                  “God you’re so drunk, and this is a massive mistake.”
                  “No one needs to know, Soph,” he said pushing himself into me again, his voice lowered to a whisper, “and God I can’t keep away from you.”
                  “What? You can barely look at me most days, you’re such a pig, go and find Jennie Miller to sort you out.”
                  “I don’t want Jennie Miller.” He smiled. “And you better keep away from Tim.”
                  “Don’t you dare …” I tried to finish, but he kissed me again. This felt deeper, more passionate, and I was unable to stop myself. I hated that I loved the attention that Kyle was giving me. I hated being like every other giggly school girl that fawned around this guy. I hated him for making me want him at this moment when I knew in my mind that this was a very bad idea. We were step-siblings for Christ’s sake, and we lived in the same house.
                  “Soph,” he pulled away from me, breathing heavily and rested his forehead on mine, “I want you to come home with me right now.”
                  “You must be kidding,” I yelped, “I’m not some easy lay you can drag home and have a one night stand with, we live together moron. This can not happen again.” Then somehow I mustered the strength to push him away and pull the bathroom door wide, so I could make my escape.

Six – Just civil
    Now
     
    We drove through the outskirts of the city to get to Kyle’s apartment. He lived in Harrow, which was surprisingly leafy and built up at the same time. The weather was warm and inviting and despite myself, it did put me in a good mood. Also the thought of wine on the balcony, despite my lingering hangover, was something to look forward to. Kyle lived in a gated apartment block, and he pulled up next to a small machine typed in a code, and the gate opened. He parked in what I assumed was his usual spot, and then we were home, well home for the summer. He lifted the first few bags out with ease.
                  “You take