I looked down to her sleeping form and sighed.
I liked her, and not just in a sexual way either.
I liked her.
Bollocks.
This was only going to end with my head, and heart, hurting.
Neala was probably drunk after the few gulps of wine she had, even though she seemed fine, and just wanted sex, where as I think I just wanted sex with her.
That was the difference - I didn't want just anyone... I wanted her.
"Fuck... I want her," I mumbled to myself and lifted my free hand to my face and rubbed my eyes.
Jesus.
When the hell did all my hate suddenly turn into lust and like for Neala?
I was mad at myself.
I felt like my head, my entire body, pulled a three-sixty and fucked me over.
What was I going to do?
Neala wouldn't feel the same way, I knew she would explode into a fit of rage when she realised what went down between us. She would blame me for tricking her into giving me her virginity, and then she would convince herself this was me playing a sick game with her. It would hurt her. It would really hurt her that she had sex with me if she thought those were my intentions.
Even if I explained myself and came clean with an explanation that what happened between us was real, or real for me, she wouldn't hear it. She would make up her own mind, and pit it against me. She always did.
I was fucked.
"Darcy?"
I narrowed my eyes and looked down to Neala, but she was still sleeping so she couldn't have said my name.
Who the fuck was that?
I very carefully removed myself from Neala's hold. I grabbed the pillow from behind my head and put it in her arms so she would still have something to hold onto. She mumbled my name in her sleep, and it caused me to freeze.
Was she dreaming of me?
I shook the thought from my head when I heard the banging noise from outside again, and more than one voice this time. I carefully slipped out of my bed when I was sure Neala wasn't disturbed. I grabbed a pair of boxers from the bottom drawer of my dresser and put them on. I tiptoed my way over to my bedroom door, gently opened it then stepped out into my hallway, closing it behind me.
"Darcy? Mate, you in there?"
"Of course he is in there you bloody eejit, they're trapped."
I found myself smiling when Sean and Justin's arguing voices could be heard plain as day. I walked over to my front door and banged on it twice.
"I'm here," I called out.
I heard both my brother and Sean cheer which made me laugh.
"Told you she wouldn't kill him, pay up," Justin's voice happily stated.
They betted on my life?
"It could have gone either way, you prick. Here," Sean grunted in response.
They were both pricks.
"You're both something else, you know that?" I shouted.
"Yeah, we know," they both replied in unison then laughed.
I smiled and shook my head.
I placed my hand on the handle of my door and pressed down. With a little tug the door pulled open and a fair amount of snow spilled into my hallway. I stepped in it and yelped as I jumped backward.
"Fuck, that's cold," I hissed.
I looked up to a smirking Justin and a passive Sean.
What was with them?
"What?" I said.
Justin scratched the back of his head and fully smiled at me while Sean glared.
"Seriously, what?"
Justin nodded to my chest so I looked down to see what the big deal was. When I spotted what had both of the lads acting weird I tensed up and instantly held my hands up when I looked back up to Sean.
"Sean... Mate..."
Sean shook his head. "She's twenty-five I can't say anything, but fuck man... she's me little sister."
I looked back down to my chest and at the large red scratches across my chest that Neala caused during the second round of sex last night and decided to get them both seeing my back out of the way because it hurt ten times more than my chest did. I held my breath and turned around to show the lads my back.
"Oh, for fuck sakes!" Sean growled.
I turned back around and grimaced. "If it's any consolation, they sting like fuck."
Sean grunted, "Good. I'm glad it hurts, you bastard."
I looked down and couldn't help but grin.
When I looked back up to Sean he was looking past me. "Where is she?"
I jammed my thumb over my shoulder. "Bedroom."
Both my brother and Sean shook their heads.
"I can't believe this. You both really shagged?" Justin asked.
Sean looked like he was about to cry or be sick.
Possibly both.
I groaned, "What happened to saying Merry Christmas?"
"Merry Christmas," they both said then Justin repeated, "Did you both buck?"
I slightly blushed then laughed in response along with a one-shoulder shrug.
"This is the worst Christmas ever," Sean grumbled.
I momentarily felt bad for him - he knew I had sex with his little sister. That must be a horrible thing to hear. I was impressed with his composure though, Neala was everything to Sean so I wondered how much restraint he used to stop himself from beating me senseless.