Our lips crashed together as he closed in on his climax. I held him as he groaned and strained. My world slipped away and there was nothing but Lukas as he gave in to the pleasure. The kisses deepened until we could hardly breathe, and we fell apart, both of us lying on our backs staring up at the ceiling.
I closed my eyes when he got out of bed to take off the condom and clean up, and I waited for him to slide back in and wrap me up in his arms.
I woke to birds chirping outside Lukas’ bedroom window. My hair was still a bit damp from being tied in a bun all night, so when I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I let it down. It fell in loose curls around my shoulders and smelled like Lukas’ citrus shampoo.
I crept out of the bathroom while Lukas slept and I put on his bathrobe that I found hanging off the back of his bedroom door. It was plush and dark blue, almost indigo, and definitely too big for me. It probably hit him mid shin, but on me, it nearly touched the floor.
I headed for the kitchen and struggled to find light switches as I went. His home was a sprawling masterpiece and I still wasn’t familiar with where everything was. As I explored his kitchen looking for things to make breakfast, I realized this might be quite the challenge. He had so many cupboards it took me ages to find his frying pans and even longer to find a cutting board. Once I had all my supplies lined up on the counter, I ventured to his fridge, which was stocked full with everything I needed to make us omelettes and toast.
I pulled red peppers, onion, mushrooms, cheese, eggs, and the carton of milk out of the fridge. As I was balancing it precariously in my arms and carrying it to the counter, I heard footsteps from around the corner.
“Good morning,” I called as I caught a runaway egg that tried to roll off the counter. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I didn’t think you’d be up so early. Do you want a cup of coffee? I can—”
I broke off when I looked up and realized the footsteps I heard weren’t Lukas’.
They were Lisa’s.
Oh shit.
Lisa stared at me in her brother’s bathrobe, standing in his kitchen like a domesticated housewife about to make him breakfast. Her mouth opened and formed shapes, but no words came out.
My heart raced and my stomach rolled over.
“Lisa,” I said. “I can explain. I know this doesn’t look good.”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
I swallowed. How could I explain this to her without her feeling like I’d driven a knife in her back?
I walked around the kitchen island toward her. “Lisa, I’m so sorry. This isn’t how we wanted you to find out.”
“We?”
I looked at my feet. “Me and Lukas.”
“You and Lukas?” she asked incredulously. “There’s a you and Lukas? What the fuck, Kayla? Are you fucking my brother?”
My cheeks burned and my palms started to get clammy. “It’s not about the sex, Lisa.”
“So that’s a yes? You are fucking my brother? Where is he? Lukas!”
“Lisa, please,” I begged. “He had a really rough night. Let’s not do this right now. He’s not the one you should be mad at. I am. I’m your best friend. I’m the one who crossed the line.”
“You’re damn right you crossed a line,” Lisa seethed. “I can’t believe you!”
I heard the bedroom door open. My insides twisted into a tight knot as I heard Lukas coming down the hall. He rounded the corner in nothing but a pair of sweats. He rubbed his eyes and still looked half asleep when he dropped his hands and spotted his sister. He looked from her to me, and back to Lisa again.
“What the hell are you screaming about, Lisa?” Lukas asked.
I groaned. That wasn’t the right approach at all.
“What am I screaming about?” Lisa planted her hands on her hips and laughed without humor at the ceiling. “I’ve just discovered that my brother and my best friend are fooling around behind my back. I never expected this kind of betrayal from either of you.”
“Betrayal?” Lukas asked. He shook his head in disbelief. “Lisa, I don’t owe you an explanation about who I’m seeing. I can’t help who I—”
“Don’t give me that shit, Lukas,” Lisa spat.
My mind spun. What was he going to say? He couldn’t help who he what?
“You two are unbelievable,” Lisa said. “How can I ever trust either of you again? Why did you do this, Kayla? So he’d give you more money? Are you just like all those other sluts who want to be part of his life?”
“Lisa,” Lukas said sternly. “You’re out of line.”
She rolled her eyes and marched for the front door. “I’m not the one out of line. You two are. Screw you both.”
The front door slammed behind her. To me, it felt like the whole house shook.
My eyes started to burn as tears began to build.
Lukas sighed and raked his fingers through his disheveled hair. “Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about trying to figure out how to tell Lisa about us anymore.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat as Lukas walked over to me.
He put a hand in the small of my back and smiled. “Were you going to make me breakfast?”
I shook my head. “I have to go.”
“What?”
I turned from the stove and made my way to his
