Its all blue eyes, crooked lip, and nervous, fidgeting hands. A stray lock of honey brown hair falls out of place, I want to push it away. Her mouth opens as if about to break this awkward silence that has fallen. No sound escapes. She looks confused. Her lower lips trembles ever so slightly, and I want to kiss her. To take those lips with my own again and again until the confusion is gone, hers and mine.

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Night has fallen outside. I dont take the time to wonder how exactly I got here. She touches me and all I can think about is her hands on me, her expert mouth mercilessly assaulting mine. Frantic hands and frantic scrambling as she tugs off my top and begins to work on the fastenings of my jeans. My arm goes to envelop her, to pull her closer to me because I need to feel it. The physical closeness of her to me, skin against skin.

The heat is unbearable. Im torn. Torn because I dont know how to feel about this, about her, about me, here with her instead of My eyes fall shut but I cant shut myself off to the sensations overtaking me. If anything, these sensations are only heightened. Her fingertips graze the sensitive skin of my neck. My pulse is racing, and she knows it. What she does to me, she knows. She knows more than anyone, yet she never ceases to torture me and tempt me.

I try so hard to wrap my head around that thought. It doesnt make sense. It shouldnt because shes my best friend and right now, shes hurting me. A low blow and she know just where to deliver it. And the only conclusion I can make is that shes cruel. Shes enjoying this. Am I?

Look at me, Al.

She asks and receives. Im never one to deny her. My eyes meet hers in the darkness of my bedroom. Green. Peculiar. Bright, shining green, the color of greed, of hunger, of Shane. Of peace, I think, mine that is. Peace of mind. Her hand reaches its target and a rush of heat floods me, leaves me shuddering. All thoughts stop.