⛔ Warning: Some Steamy Mature Content (About time, right?)

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"Are you sure?" I ask her for the third time. We walk into my bedroom. My eyes peer down the trash can; the fire is already extinguished, only a pile of gray dust lies at the bottom.

"Yes! Look." Dawn brings my attention back to her. She shows me the countless comments in the Wattpad publication: all kinds of changes and happy endings for my fictional friends.

"Read more, come on!" I urge her as we sit on my bed. I fix my oversized jacket up on my shoulders since it keeps falling for how big it is.

We spent the next half hour scrolling down all the changes and the amazing ideas Wattpad users have. Someone even sent Hardin to the Himalayas on a spiritual trip and I can only imagine him there, cursing me, but low-key enjoying every second of it.

Some more minutes later, my eyes burn from staring at the shiny, white screen for so long.

"Dawn. This is amazing. This makes me so happy. This...This- ugh. I-m just so happy." It seems the universe is finally starting to listen to me.

"Do you think they are happy now?" she asks, her eyes tinted with worry.

"Yes, sis. They are getting small twists, at least. They are still trapped. But change is important. So I'm sure they are happy." My hand clutches her shoulder in assurance.

She smiles at me. "I'm gonna prepare a special post to thank everyone for what they are doing." She hugs me shortly and we get down from my bed.

"Ok. I'll show it to Raiden and company!" I exclaim.

When we reach the door, she turns to the left, towards her room, and I go to my right to Raiden's room.

Even when it's been forty minutes since I found out about this, my heart keeps beating loudly, so loudly that it may very well escape from my throat at any second.

I don't even bother knocking, because I'm too excited to care. Besides, all of them should be here. However, after I opened the door, silence is all I hear.

My eyes scan his messy, double-sized bed. It's empty. The jackass got the better room, only because he moved before us.

"You okay?" Dean asks, putting down a book he was reading.

Oh. He is here. He is sitting on the dark purple sofa my brother has on the opposite side of the room, below the window to my right.

"You have no idea what just happened." My smile is starting to hurt my cheekbones. I shut the door closed behind me and I sprint towards him. He is very comfortably spread on the sofa. The back of his head rests against the armrest. His legs are stretched sideways over the three fluffy cushions, with one ankle crossed over the other. And he has his nose stuck in the book again-how rude.

This is so exciting that I don't even stop to let him talk. I kneel next to him on the floor, and my hands lap one over the other on top of his arm. He continues to read.

"The Wattpad publication is finally going viral or something. The characters must be experiencing all the changes and I just couldn't be happier." I gasp for air.

"That's great," he utters, behind the book.

"Someone sent Hardin to the Himalayas. And this girl made a major plot twist to The Hunger Games and Peeta never gets brainwashed." I gasp again, completely out of breath.

Due to his lack of response, I turn around and sit on the floor. I let my head fall against his forearm.

"You know my teachers give me really low marks most of the time, but this stuff makes me feel I can actually accomplish something in my life." My eyes fix on the ceiling.

I frown at his silence. But I have learned to ignore Dean's ability to annoy me, he and my brother have already pranked me more than once in the name of 'cheering Sunset up'. Maybe he is high again, for all I know.

"Wow. That's amazing," he says.

I chuckle. That took him long enough. I let my hair fall from the knot I originally had it on, and I let its golden waves fall around me.

"You know..." he trails. "The academic world shouldn't define your value as a person, you define that." He clears his throat and then I hear him turning a page from his book.

I snort too loudly for a girl, and I throw him a puzzled look.

"What's gotten into you?" I tip my head further back against his arm until my eyes search for him, but he is still holding the book he is reading so I can't see him.

"Nothing..." he trails off.

"What on earth could Dean Jackson be reading? Let me see." I turn on my knees and try to snatch it from him, but he sits up and puts it up high with one of his hands. My fingers clutch at his knee as I try to reach for the book. When my hand aims for it again, my chest collides against his, while he is sitting on the sofa, and I am kneeling between his legs. I'm sorry but I need you to know what is happening here. My eyes instantly connect with his.

I swallow hard as I contemplate the crafted-by-God hue in his irises.

They are green. No doubt. They are fucking green.

I also become aware that my body is caged between his thighs.

And I also become aware that his hands are at either side of my waist, brushing the skin above the waistline of my jeans, because of this damn sports bra, my stomach is completely bare. Goosebumps shower my ivory skin.

My eyes flicker to his lips and the mole under the right corner of them.

My heartbeat becomes audible against my ribcage. Suddenly Wattpad and magical libraries cease to exist in my universe.

I tilt my head. My eyes blink several times as I assess his features. The pads of my fingers slide lightly over his sharp jaw. He is towering over me because I'm still kneeling on the floor.

I finally let myself voice my conclusion. "Lukah?"

His light, emerald eyes glisten with an emotion that I cannot label in the English language right now.

There is this thing about the way he is looking at me. If his eyes were a painting in a gallery, I would trace the strokes of sadness and regret, maybe love? I'm certain about one thing, there is a struggle behind them.

His hand reaches for the side of my neck, his fingertips grazing the back of my skull, and I melt into his touch. My head bending to his palm, and my eyes feathering close to let my senses absorb everything he expresses in such small actions.

He bends closer to me, and I pull myself up on my knees to bridge the distance until our noses are brushing and our lips are just separated by a mere inkling of air. My jackets pools below my shoulder blades, exposing my bare shoulders.

"Sunset." My name sounds like a plead on his lips.

And then his lips ravish mine. His hands rake my hair, grabbing fistfuls as he makes sure I don't stop kissing him. It kind of hurts but in the best possible way. My fingers rake and pull at his hazelnut hair in complete desperation.

His hands slide under the thick fabric of my jacket, his warm palms gliding over my shoulder blades until they transition to the small of my back. He grabs me forcefully against him and guides me until I am lying down on the sofa, and he is hovering on top of me.

"Who am I?" His green eyes search in mine.

I bite my lower lip, fighting back the tears. I have wanted him so much. I needed this. I needed him and I didn't realize until now. I like Lukah so much. I need him in my life. I have been so lonely, and I didn't realize until now.

"Lukah," I whisper. Have you ever wondered how the things that we cannot touch, can also heal us back? Because just the way he looks at me makes me feel so calm and happy-and healthy, emotionally healthy.

The smile drawn on his face lights up the green of his eyes in a beautiful way that just seals up all the bleeding emergencies in my heart.

I grab him from the collar of his black, v-neck t-shirt and bring him to me. My lips part on his lower lip, and my tongue glides over his. My actions make him moan something but I can't say what. His hand lands on my ribs, his fingers denting into my skin.

"Fuck, Why is this so big?" He asks as he struggles to shrug me out of my oversized university jacket.

"It's just Raiden's." I keep kissing him, lost in the butterflies building pressure in my lower stomach.

I use my elbows to prop myself up, and he helps me get out of it until I am only on my black sports bra. His eyes hold mine as he dives into my mouth again. He kisses me slowly-teasingly slowly. He takes the time to taste me as if I were his favorite ice-cream flavor. I return his intensity, my tongue hungrily exploring his. He is my favorite flavor, that's for sure. He tastes like a happy ending and a bit more. His hand travels under my thigh and he guides my leg to curl tightly around his waist. Blood rushes to my cheeks when I curve myself towards him, and our cores meet.

"Oh, Lukah," I whimper into his mouth as he continues to explore all of me. My hands slide under his t-shirt as I force him against me.

"Sunset, baby." He presses his forehead against mine, wheezing.

I try to kiss him again, but he stops me with his eyes closed. He seems to be focused on taking a pause from our heated moment.

"Are you dating him?" he gasps.

I frown at him and the sadness that his words carried. I ignore his question because I don't know who is he referring to. My lips contact his, but he stops me again.

"Sunset," he pleads. He detaches himself from me, his chest heaving up and down. His eyes connect with mine, and he speaks as if he needed extra oxygen to pronounce each word. My hands cradle his face.

"Are you dating him?" He gulps, anguish visible on his clear green eyes.

I snort. He can't be serious. He can't mean-

"Who? Dean?" I ask with disgust, my brows knit together. "Why would I date such a jer-"

His kiss cuts off my words and my whole body melts on this sofa with his urgent touch. My fingers rake his hair as a delicious, heavy pressure sits at my lower stomach.

A thought sparks on my mind. Oh my God.

"Lukah," I half-moan, half-whisper. I try to shift below him but he is too heavy for me to move him off of me, and the way he just applies the right pressure in all the right places makes me want to live in this moment forever.

"Lukah." I try again with more resolution.

His hands are sliding under my bra, and his mouth is so fucking delicious but-

"Lukah."

"I know, baby," he whispers as his mouth trails to my jaw, peppering wet kissing along the arch of my neck.

"Please stop..." I trail with tears pricking at the corner of my eyes.

"What's wrong?" He hovers over me. His eyes are inches away from mine.

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Sun, I- I am, I don't-"

"No, no, why did you kiss me if you thought I was dating him?" I swallow hard and a sole tear escapes my left eye.

"I just...you were here, and I-, and you...you are so fucking beautiful." The pad of his thumb slides the tear away.

"No." I sit up forcing him to go on his knees as we both stare at each other. "Why did you dare kiss me if you were convinced that I was your brother's girlfriend?"

He visibly gulps and shakes his head ever so slightly. Realization dawns on him.

"Dean may suck as a boyfriend," I state with my voice broken, "but you suck as a brother," I state, and I stand up.

I fish my jacket from the floor and put it on, overly aware of my naked stomach. Jesus, what am I doing?

"You're such an asshole," I mumble to myself.

"You know what Sunset?" He stands and walks towards me. "You suck as a sister as well." His index finger pokes my shoulder. "Because you promised your brother to keep yourself away from me, and yet here you are practically begging me to, to--." He towers over me, and his eyes get lost on my lips. He wants to kiss me and I know it.

Raiden. Oh my God. He is right. I suck as a sister.

What have I done?

"I- I, I thought you were Dean." I don't think Raiden will take that as an explanation for my actions.

"Yeah, well not when you were kissing me!" He forces me to walk back until my back meets the wall.

"Because I like you not him!" My words linger in the air between the two of us.

He doesn't day anything back.

Why isn't he saying anything back?

"I can't do this Sunset, I can't do this to your brother...you'll get hurt with me. I don't know what came over me."

"W- what?" I frown. "Why did you kiss me, then?" I fire, my voice cracking from the tears rolling down my cheeks.

He looks down and takes a step back.

"Why!?" I shout now and then I shove him hard, forcing him to stumble backward. He just shakes his head. "You are--- I am---" I just can't speak.

I turn to open the door and when I do, Dean is already there. Did he hear all of that?

"What the hell is going on?" His eyes flicker between Lukah and me.

"I thought you were the evil twin," I say to him as I take a side step and escape all of this drama.

"What did you do?" I hear Dean ask but I don't get to hear the answer.

On my way to my room, I bump into someone. I look up and I find Raiden.

"What happened now?" he growls, grabbing both of my shoulders and roaming around my tear-streamed face.

"Book boyfriends don't exist in this story, just shitty guys and they all happen to be your f*cking friends, Raiden," I shout at him, and I push him hard feeling powerless. "Ugh," I grumble and he watches me walking away with his mouth hanging open.