All Chapters of One-Night Stand With My Stepbrother!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BRITNEY ASTON Regardless of how much we wished otherwise, the following day finally arrived and we were left with no choice but to leave the resort and head to the airport to board our flight back home. Our goodbyes were emotional and though neither of us actually said it out loud, we knew the smooth times were finally over. The times we spent pretending we were the only two people in the world had finally come to an end and we needed to face our reality. A reality that included us never kissing randomly in the house just because we felt like. A reality that forbade us from sleeping on the same bed and taking showers together. A reality that forbade us from being together. At least, until we managed to tell our parents about what was actually going on between us. The flight lasted about an hour or two- I couldn’t quite tell since I spent every second of it wishing it’ll last longer, my head rested on Travis’ shoulder, our hands intertwined. My wish however failed to come true as

TRAVIS LEWIS “Fifty nine minutes…great, an hour.” I massaged my temples, trying my best to stay calm. I was trying to not frown, to not get angry and to definitely not get unreasonable at the fact that Britney had gone out with Lucas. With every second that passed, it became harder to stay calm through, my patience slowly reaching its limit the minute an hour passed by and Britney was still yet to return. I had no idea where she went and to make it worse, she wasn’t replying all of my texts. I grunted then rose to my feet, glancing at my untouched luggage now at the corner of my room. Of course I couldn’t bring myself to unpack. Not when my mind and body was so unsettled, aching for Britney’s presence. Grabbing my phone, I headed downstairs to the living room, immediately taking a seat on the couch. Rosaline had left to her room already, leaving the house empty and even emptier without Rosaline in it. I sighed then looked at the door, subconsciously beginning another countd

TRAVIS LEWIS It had only been a couple of hours since I had the conversation with Amber but my mind remained unsettled ever since. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t understand her. I couldn’t understand her stance and how she was so determined to have things her way regardless of what I wanted. Not that it made much of a difference anyways. I meant every word when I made myself clear on what I wanted. Nothing could ever happen between us again, whether she wanted it or not. However, I still just couldn’t shrug off the unsettling feeling. The fact that she refused to reason with me meant she could as well decide to act on her own. And knowing Amber well enough, I couldn’t trust her to not act on her own and try to figure out something or anything about Britney and I. And now, to make it all worse, she was inviting me to her birthday party. In all honesty, I had no reason to decline her offer. After all, I still considered us to be friends at the very least. But at the same

BRITNEY ASTON “What are you waiting for? Come on, put that finger down.” I immediately froze, Amber’s question ringing in my head about a million times. I should have listened to my instincts. I shouldn’t have accepted to play the dumb game and instead should have focused on my search for Lucas. Immediately, Travis and I locked gazes, an unexplainable tension filling the air. Naturally, he was supposed to put a finger down since everyone knew about him and Amber but given that logic, I was supposed to put a finger down too since I’d technically slept with him too.“Travis,” Jason spoke up again in a singsong voice. “What are you waiting for?” “Right,” he nodded then finally looked away from me, slowly putting his finger down. I swallowed, watching my five fingers begin to shake. “Who’s next?” “Is that all?” Amber asked as she also dropped a finger, her eyes lurking around everyone seated before lingering on me for a while. “No one’s lying, right?” Trying my best to stay calm,

BRITNEY ASTON I woke up the following morning with a frown on my face, serving as an extension of my mood from the previous night. On returning home from the party, Travis and I had parted ways to head to our different rooms without uttering even a single word to each other. It was late at night and to make it all easier to completely ignore each other, our parents weren’t in the living room by the time we arrived, the two of us acting like we didn’t exist to each other all the way to the following morning. Now, the following morning, felt more awkward than ever. It suddenly felt like it had been so long since Travis and I had an argument or disagreement of any sort, putting me in a dilemma on how to go about it. Was I supposed to pretend nothing had happened? Or was I supposed to continue ignoring him? I’d spent the entire night sorting out my thoughts and though I managed to come to a conclusion, it was barely enough to miraculously make things better between us. In my opin