Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

“Everyone thinks that,” I muttered as she laughed. “He sleeps with girls a lot, Mom.” I was still a virgin at the time and would be meeting my first boyfriend/real kiss/ sex in a month.

“Some men go through that. Guys that look like him find it easy because girls are weak when it comes to eyes like that. They grow up and decide what they want in time and he’ll make a good husband someday.” She told me as I stared into eyes that mirrored my own. “I talked with his mom about you two becoming something years ago. He was always so protective of you and watched you when you were all playing together.”

“He did the same thing to Brinley. I’m like his sister,” I protested as she smiled and shook her head.

“No. You’re different.” We ate and talked about the ocean and our love for it, taking a long walk once we finished our meal. She never brought Remy up again, but she also died seven months later. I wished that she was here to talk to about everything that happened now, so we could work it out together. I felt alone since I couldn’t talk to Brinley or Melinda.

I remembered his mouth on mine and how hard he kissed me, shivering. It only got better with age with Remy. My body screamed at me to give into him again and relieve the pressure that had been building since our first time. My heart was at war with my throbbing pussy and aching nipples, telling me that it would only mess things up. I never wanted him to remember our night together but the look in his eyes suggested that he remembered enough to want more. Sleeping together was a terrible idea and could ruin the only family I had left. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to be logical with this. It was just sex and I could get that anywhere.

I looked up and took in the water and the sand, seemingly endless. I could walk on it forever and run away from the life where I lost my parents and was falling for my best friend’s brother. It was like a bad song from a Disney show. In real life, I needed to turn back and face my future. It would be a good one since my parents made the move to take care of me. It wasn’t the kind of care that I wanted or needed from them, but they would always be with me.

I took a deep, ragged breath and lifted my face to the sky. I could do this. Mom raised me to be strong and Dad encouraged me every step of the way. I could do this.

I turned to head back to the house. I knew that Brinley had plans to go to a party tonight yet again, but I would be staying home. I needed to think and relax in the way that worked for me. I was staring at the sand and walking one step at a time. I felt something in front of me and looked up to see Remy staring at me with his damp hair blowing in the wind. He smelled like his soap and our eyes locked as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “What are you doing here?” I asked, aware of how far away from the house we were. When I stress walked, I put in the miles and always had.

“I watched you leave. I had to shower, and I need to sleep, but I wanted to talk to you.” He told me as I frowned.

“You were out with someone, Remy. You can’t be thinking about me.” I said as he shook his head.

“It’s all I have thought about since I remembered us. Seeing you at that party kicked it into overdrive.” His voice rose as he spoke. “Yes, I was with someone last night but in my head, it was you. I was fucking you, Celia. I even said your name.” His eyes were stormy as I stared at him in shock.

“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” I tried to walk away from him, but Remy grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. He held my hair and kissed me, tasting of mint and desire. I closed my eyes and gave in to the kiss, wanting more but so scared. I knew that this would never work out long term and it could cause a rift in my remaining family. I allowed his tongue to sweep against mine, feeling my nipples press forward as if to reach out to him. I pulled away, gasping for breath and closed my eyes. “We can’t do this.” I reminded him even as my heart pounded under my shirt.