Chapter eighteen feelings

Lee's POV

I don't know why I kissed Elle. I had kissed her before, for dares and things. But I had never kissed her like I was kissing her now. This time felt so different from all of the other times I had kissed anyone. Her lips moulded against mine. They seemed to fit perfectly, and move in perfect synchronisation.

Why had I never done this before?

Why had I never felt like this when kissing Elle, or even anyone for that matter?

Elle was the first to pull away. She gently pushed me back and I let her. She was crying silently. I didn't know why she was crying. It was hard to tell.

"Lee I…" Elle started to say, but trailed off. She looked into my face as I glowed with happiness. I wanted this, I really wanted it. I wanted to be happy and forget all about the mess that Racheal had created. Elle was perfect for me, in every way. Everything about us just made sense. The only thing standing in our way was.

Noah…

My happiness turned to worry instantly when I thought about Noah. He was my brother, and he was engaged to Elle. I had just betrayed my brother and kissed his fiancée. I pulled further away from Elle. I couldn't deny that I loved her. I had always known I loved her. But I had never felt like this about her.

Until now…

I wanted Elle badly. But I still felt bad about betraying my brother. I knew he wasn't going to forgive us easily for this. He was going to be heartbroken. But I wasn't going to let that take my happiness away from me. I couldn't give Elle up to Noah.

"I need to go" Elle said suddenly and stood up. I grabbed her hand, before she could run from me.

"Wait, no. we need to talk about this. I know you feel what I feel." I insisted. Elle shook her head. Her tears were still dropping from her eyes. I tried to wipe her tears away. But Elle tore her hand away from me and back away. She gave me one last look, before she ran away from me. Leaving me heartbroken.

Noah's POV

I was enjoying myself immensely. I had never been the party planning type. But, discussing details about, what was sure to be the best day of my life was wonderful. We had come up with a list of things we needed to get in place for the wedding. We didn't have much time, and the list was immense. But my parents assured me that they would be more than happy to pay for everything an arrange it all. I was waiting for Elle to come back down, so that she could approve our lists and make some decisions.

But she hadn't come down yet. I knew that Lee needed to talk to her. She was the only one who could help him right now. But they had been up in his room for a long time.

"Let me go and get Elle down." I said to my parents. My mother stood up with me and went to the kitchen to retrieve the diner she was making.

I walked into Lee's room without knocking. Lee was lying on his bed, starring up at the ceiling, deep in thought. His phone was in his hand that was resting on his chest.

"Where's Elle?" I asked him. Looking around his room, it was clear that she wasn't in it. He jumped, as if he hadn't noticed I had come into the room.

"I thought she had headed back downstairs to be with you?" he said, and he sounded angry.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "If she was, do you think I would be looking for her?" I asked. I was surprised that he sounded so angry at the thought of Elle being downstairs with me. But then, I guessed, that he must still be mad about what Racheal had done.

He didn't say anything, but looked down at his phone. He pressed it to his ear. And after a few seconds sighed. He turned away from me, heading out the door. "Elle's not here" he said simply, and walked out of the room.

I let him go with a frown. I took out my own phone and immediately rang Elle's phone. It went straight to voicemail.

What the hell is going on?

Marco's POV

After me and Racheal had sex. I felt incredibly guilty. I loved Elle. And even though, we weren't together right now. I still felt like I had betrayed her.

Racheal was a nice girl, smart and pretty. She seemed to understand that me and Elle should be together. But sleeping with her, just to try and make each other feel better, had been a big mistake. I didn't want to hurt her, but I knew that I had to tell her that.

But she left before I had the chance to tell her. She went straight home and, it wasn't until the next day that I saw her. I hadn't expected her again, just like I hadn't expected her the day before. But I was less shocked this time. My sister was staying at my aunties and my parent were out again.

"Hi Racheal" I said, with a smile as I opened the door and let her inside. I noticed that she was wearing a long trench coat, even though it was a warm summers night. She closed the door behind her and I turned to my kitchen, were I had been cooking myself dinner.

She followed me into the kitchen. I had just taken my pizza out of the oven and turned back around to offer her some. When, I noticed, that she had removed the trench coat, to reveal, that she was wearing matching black lingerie underneath and nothing else.

I dropped the pizza in shock. I tried not to look at her. "Racheal, what the hell!" I said embarrassed.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Can you put some clothes on please?" I asked pleadingly.

She came over to me and turned my head to force me to look into her eyes.

"What's wrong Marco? Didn't you enjoy yourself last night?" she said, biting her lip in a suggestive manner.

"I did, but…" I began, but I wasn't sure how to continue. She started stroking my arm.

"But what? We had a good time. We both made each other feel better. I didn't even mind that you shouted out her name as you came" she purred.

"But that's wrong. We don't love each other. We shouldn't be doing this" I said. But didn't stop her as she began stroking my semi-hard cock through my jeans.

"This doesn't feel wrong to me" she whispered and then kissed me. I couldn't stop myself, I took her on the counter, forgetting all about my pizza.