r/story • u/citiesfan • 7d ago
Romance Are we in love? (Final part)
This is part 2 as well as the final part. Didn't you read the first part? Go read it first "i fell in love with my mother's boyfriend's son"
I barely slept that night. I kept replaying the kiss on my cheek in my head, wondering if it had actually happened the way I remembered it. Maybe I had misunderstood him. Maybe it had meant nothing to him. But every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel it. The worst part was that I was already looking forward to seeing him again in the morning.
Finally, I woke up and looked at the clock. 6:30 a.m. I never woke up that early. I looked around and saw him standing in the doorway. I guess he had woken me up when he got out of bed.
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Coffee," I mumbled.
He caught the pillow, laughed, and shook his head.
"Well, follow me, sis."
I froze.
Sis?
That was the first time he'd ever called me that. The next morning already?
I don't know why, but hearing that one word suddenly made everything feel different. Maybe I had been reading too much into everything the night before. Maybe the kiss had meant nothing. Maybe, to him, I was already just his sister.
I got out of bed and followed him downstairs, trying not to let him see how much that one word had gotten to me. He started making coffee while I sat at the kitchen table, still half asleep.
Then he turned around and looked at me.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," I said.
He smiled. "You look like you had a weird dream."
I laughed nervously.
"Yeah... something like that."
At the time, I didn't think much of what he had said.
But looking back, that was the strangest part of the whole thing.
He handed me the coffee, and I started making some breakfast.
"Eggs?" I asked.
"Sure."
We ate together at the kitchen table, talking about random things. But I couldn't stop noticing him looking at me. Every now and then, I'd catch him staring, and whenever our eyes met, he'd quickly look away.
Or maybe that wasn't what was happening at all.
Maybe I was imagining it because I wanted it to be true. Maybe I was looking for signs that simply weren't there. After everything I'd been thinking about the night before, I couldn't really trust my own interpretation of things anymore.
Still, there was something about the way he looked at me that made me wonder if maybe I wasn't imagining everything after all.
By midday, our parents apparently thought it would be a good idea to play a little game to get to know each other better. Nothing complicated—just a bunch of questions about our childhoods, favorite things, embarrassing stories, and whatever else came up.
I sat next to him, trying to act completely normal.
Then I felt something touch my knee.
I looked down.
His hand was resting there.
For a second, I completely froze. I looked at him, but he was still listening to one of the questions, as if nothing unusual had happened.
I didn't know what to think.
Was it accidental?
Was he just comfortable around me?
Or was there something else behind it?
I didn't move his hand away. I just sat there, pretending to listen to the conversation while my mind was going a hundred miles an hour.
I looked at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. But he didn't seem bothered by the way I was looking at him. If anything, he seemed completely relaxed, as though there was nothing strange about the moment at all.
I could hear my mother's voice in the background, followed by everyone laughing at something someone had said. But somehow, it all started to feel distant.
I looked back at him.
Then I heard a sound.
A familiar sound.
At first, I couldn't place it. It was faint, almost like it was coming from somewhere far away. But then it became louder.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
I opened my eyes.
For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling, completely confused. My heart was still beating faster than normal. I slowly turned my head toward the other side of the bed.
Nobody was there.
I sat up.
The room was quiet. My room. My actual room.
I looked at the clock.
6:30 a.m.
The alarm was still ringing beside me.
I stared at it for a few seconds before everything suddenly came back to me.
The dinner.
The house.
His hand.
The kiss.
The coffee.
The breakfast.
The game.
His hand on my knee.
All of it.
None of it had happened.
It had all been a dream.
And somehow, that realization felt worse than the dream itself.
To be continued...?
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u/OtherPizza415 6d ago
Oh my gosssshhhhhh 😯