Chapter 34 | intimate touch

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Brady's PoV


It turned out I had no choice

A tux was shoved into my hands.. No matter the amount of curses that left my mouth. No matter the amount of ignoring. I was going to wear a suit. And go the to Chrismas dance.

As much as I desperately didn't want to. 

Austin was set on this idea that I was getting 'better' and that it was time I went to a dance.

And danced with someone.

It was the most ridiculous idea ever.

But then, as I said, I had no choice.

Something inside my head said I just wanted to see Via in a dress. She never wore gowns, or anything such. At least, I hadn't seen so.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have really given up on that argument me and Austin had.

 I couldn't help myself. Already imagining her in the different things she might wear. Thinking of her playing that piano. I don't think I had ever heard something so mesmerizing. I don't think I've seen something so mesmerizing.

Via. Oh Via. What have you done to me?

It was also really fucked up. I knew. Austin was in love with her. It was fucking love.

And I had no part in it. I swore not to have anything more to do with her.

But all the feelings did, was increase.

Higher and higher, until it got to the intensity where I doubted everything.

The night of the Christmas dance, my chest tightened as I saw myself in the mirror.

Austin was right beside me, his reflection also staring back. Our differences are shown so clearly. His dirty blonde hair. My dark brown hair. His light green eyes. My dark, deeper blue eyes.

His slender, sharp body. Mine, slightly athletic and lean.

The most significant difference was his bright cheeky grin, and my straight, grim smile.


I looked like something that came from another planet with Austin by my side.

But he was my brother. And I loved him.

I thought it was my weak spot a few months ago. I wanted to isolate myself. Get attached to nothing, and never get my heart broken.

The shattered heart is too broken to take any more.

It makes us think that any weakness would eliminate us out of the game.

But perhaps it was just the thinking of a boy mourning over his break-up.

The boy, though, was no longer mourning.


I smiled into the mirror, being as genuine as I could.  Austin's eyes gleamed with brimming happiness.

He must have tried so hard on me. When I swatted him away. When I thought I didn't need him.

He always bounced back like a basketball.

My heart ached.

Although we were twins, he was like my little brother. Always that bright light to my darkness.

I could admit to myself now. For some reason. 

Austin is my weakness.

And for the weak spot, we sacrifice everything.

Even the hearts desire.

If we can.



Sylvia's PoV


The hall was decorated with white, green and red linings. 

Delicate ornaments were hung around the windows from where the evening light was peering through.

There was an enormous Christmas tree in the back corner of the humongous hall.
A table was lined up in the side, a feast laid on it, making my mouth water.

I descended down the steps, to the crowd of stunningly dressed students. Spotting Izzy's dark green dress, I made my way through the people. Rebecca was with her, also looking so striking. She wore sky blue jewelry and makeup that complimented her dress well.

Izzy's makeup was a smokey eye and dark red lipstick. She looked like she was about to seduce every man--and woman, here. I was sure Becca's eyes were already popping off to the sensual appearance of her best friend.

I smiled.

I wore almost no makeup. Just lined my eyes with kohl. I also wore the piano earrings Becca gave me. They appeared glamorous along with the dress.

" Hey." I said. Out of the blue, Izzy looked at me and gasped. I jumped, startled.

" What?" I said, concerned that there was something wrong with what I had worn.

" You look so captivating." Becca said, reassuringly. Izzy remained gaping at me. At last she said,

" Austin is going to forget how to breathe"

" Indeed he is." said a deep voice behind me. I recognized it without even turning back.

" Not only is he going to forget how to breathe, but forget there is a certain amount of human beings here. Might do something no one wants to see." said Brady. 

There was an underlining of affection and annoyance in his voice. The latter was quite common.

I turned around and gave him a sweet smile. Perhaps a little too sweet.

" Then you might want to leave before that happens. Who knows what kind of sins you might witness."

Izzy cackled. Brady lifted an eyebrow in amusement. His tux shifted slightly. I had to admit, he looked alluring in it.

" Oh, I'm quite sure I'm very familiar with sins. And I'm also quite sure you aren't."

My mouth dropped open.

Oh well. You got yourself into it Lia.

" I'm pretty sure, theoretically--"

" I'm talking about practical Sylvia. Everyone studied Biology. It's on who puts use to it"

Becca let out a choking sound.

" Okay. That's enough. Just shut up."

Brady shrugged and walked away. Not before I saw that satisfying smirk on his infuriatingly hot mouth.

Hot mouth?

For god's sake-

A song started playing. A slow, melodic song. 

I had no idea where Austin was. He texted me he'd be a little late, but I guess he meant really late. I sat down by the nearest chair and fiddled with the phone in my hands.

Becca and Izzy twirled off to the dance floor, dancing together since they had no dates.

Not that no one wanted to ask them. It was just that they were so pretty that it was frightening to others. 

Plus, Izzy had this intimidating aura. Drove away anyone who dared to come near.


I gazed at the happy couples who danced their way through the hall.

Just as I was about to text Austin again, a hand came up beneath my head. I looked up and found that same infuriating smirk looking down at me.

" Care to dance?"

My eyes widened, perhaps still taking in the fact that even after years, my childhood crush was asking me for a dance.

" Uh--" I stammered.

" It's fine. Just one. That's all I ask." his eyes carried that same tinge of anguish I saw in the studio. I swallowed. I couldn't possibly say no.

 It simply wasn't physically possible.

" I guess one wouldn't hurt." I muttered and put my hand into his. His fingers immediately clenched around mine. Tight enough to break my bones. 

Shockingly though, I felt safe. I didn't know how to describe the feeling, only that I felt my hand was supposed to belong there. 

In his hands.

When he saw I flinched slightly, he loosened his grip. But kept his grip the same.

Tingling sensation had started coursing through my body all over again.

I knew it was a bad decision.

But then, since when had I ever made a good one?

Brady led me onto the dance floor, his feet moving elegantly to the rhythm.

His one hand traveled to my waist and rested on it. I almost gasped at the feeling. At the butterflies.

He held my one hand out in between us, and guided each step of ours. In only a few seconds, the world narrowed down to him. 

Only him. And me.

I forgot how to breathe.

His deep blue eyes gazed at me. They didn't waver at all. Both of those orbs carried the same intensity I had seen after I opened my eyes in the music hall.

His hand on my waist suddenly tightened as the song slowed.

Or was it another song?

Already?

With him, I wasn't sure how much time would pass. I wasn't sure what was present other than him.

I was lost.

Looking at his face, I could tell he felt the same.

Lost.

It was either by one another, or with one another.

My hips swished once and touched his. His body was suddenly everywhere, his hands roaming lower than my waist now. His touch started to turn possessive, as if he meant to say,

You could never leave me. You won't.

I let out a small gasp now.

He released a small sound too, maybe it was a Sylvia? Or Via?

I had no idea.

His mouth started coming frighteningly close to mine. The hands, the ones we had clasped, were now turning tighter each second, the air closing in.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Damn the consequences.

Just when I was about to uncontrolably clash my lips to his, I heard a familiar voice.

" What. The. Hell?" 

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