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A/N: Thanks to my lovely reviews. They make my heart sing.

Warning: Mature…….take the warning seriously.

Because He's Not Supposed to Touch Her.

He watches from across the table as his brother's fingers slip easily into the slim hand that belongs to Mindy. His face is a mask of boredom and disinterest as he twiddles with his silverware, but inside his thoughts are racing. He doesn't want to register the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach as jealousy, so he doesn't. He regards it as annoyance for having to sit through this entirely too long and too posh dinner. He views it as reluctance to eat the exotic food that Josh has prepared. He wants it to be any other possible feeling that doesn't even remotely resemble jealousy, and yet he also knows that jealousy is the only one that even comes close.

He runs his hands through his reddish-brown hair and lets out a groan of annoyance. His step-brother shoots a glare in his direction and Mindy gives him a sneer that could rival the devil. His eyes only narrow back at them, but he finds it hard to control a smirk as he feels a foot sliding up against his jeans. She is holding hands with his brother and chatting about the importance of getting into politics at an early age, but her mind is somewhere completely different, and Drake doesn't even have to guess where.

Josh is prone to setting up these little dinners nearly every single week. Viewing that nothing is too good for "his" Mindy and early on Drake had promised to attend every single one for his brother, but recently he has found himself wishing that he could just eat in his room instead. Josh usually spends hours preparing for these damned dinners and at each one a new dish is served because nothing can ever be repeated. Drake notes, with an overwhelming sense of guilt, how Josh likes to hum little, idiotic songs as he set out the family china.

It was all her fault really. Or at least, he tells himself it's her fault. If she hadn't been so intelligent. If she hadn't been so revoltingly appealing. If she hadn't been so damned irresistible, then maybe none of this would have happened. Josh was supposed to be the one to kiss her, to touch her, to take away her virginity. Not someone who cannot stand anything about her. Not someone who she detests just as much in return. He hates her for doing this to her boyfriend, and he hates himself for doing this to his brother.

Yet, he'll continue to do it anyways, because he cannot help but need to kiss her, need to touch her, need to fuck her, and perhaps he hates her for that the most.

"Josh." She says in a drawing voice. "I need to go to the restroom." She sets down her napkin and Josh stands up to pull her chair out for her. He grins lovingly at her and the whole event makes Drake want to hurl. As she heads up stairs to the bathroom she turns and looks directly at him. Her intention is evident in her eyes but she adds a little extra swagger to her hips as she ascends up the stairs. He thanks God that Josh doesn't notice this.

"Hey bro, I'm going up stairs." He declares, as he stands up as well.

"To do your homework?" Josh asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Drake snorts. "To sit on the couch and eat Doritos until I get the taste of dinner out of my mouth." Josh glares at him, but there is a smile hidden in its depths and Drake has to hold back a grimace.

He walks quickly up the stairs and it is a mere few seconds until he feels himself being pulled by small hands and pressed against the walls of the familiar hallway. Josh could walk up the stairs and see them so easily and he oddly finds himself aroused by this thought.

Mindy stares at him for a moment, her fingers kneading into his shoulder blades, before she rises up on tip toe, her breath tingling and warm against his ear. "I hate you." She whispers before lowering her head to nibble on the sensitive skin around his nape. He grins and pulls her roughly against him, his fingers digging into her sides.

"I know."

His hands leave their place at her waist and he grabs her chin to bring her lips up to his. The kiss is not gentle, to say the least. It's rough and hungry and bitter,but they wouldn't have it any other way. It's meant to be like this. There will never be love between them only this uncontrollable lust, and they will continue to tell themselves that they are ok with that.

"Mindy?" They both hear Josh's voice calling from downstairs and Mindy pushes him away from her. Their mouths break apart instantly and Drake misses the warmth of her lips.

"Move, idiot." She says to him cruelly as she pushes past him and heads down the stairs.

"Bitch." he mumbles under his breath but he can't control the feeling of anticipation that runs along his spine as he thinks about the next time his hands will fondle skin that he is never supposed to touch.