4 Weeks Earlier

I stumbled into a wall, but quickly pushed myself back away from it and continued walking down the hallway. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a boy collapsed and unconscious in one corner of the house. I was definitely no way near that drunk, but I admit, I couldn't walk straight either.

All of a sudden I felt a hand grab my arm. Surprised, I turned to the owner of the hand.

"Hello gorgeous" a boy said as he leaned in towards me. His breath smelt of something strong like gin and I grimaced as I took in his plain features and floppy brown hair.

I began to pull away but his grip tightened. "Don't you want a kiss?" he cooed at me and I was about to retort a scathing put down when a voice spoke up beside me.

"No, she bloody well doesn't" or at least that's what I guessed the voice said – it was spoken through a lot of pausing and slurring. I turned in relief to see my brother glaring at my captor, who let me go and walked away after an assessment of my brother's height and width.

"C'mon, we have to go" Noah told me, his speech a bit clearer this time. Nodding, I followed after him as he walked out of the house, navigating around bodies and the mess. Outside, the night was chilly but, due to my drinking, I couldn't really feel it. We reached the car to see a patient Carrie waiting for us. Carrie was my brother's girlfriend of two years and, most of the time, his designated driver. This basically meant that every time Noah and his friends got drunk, she was their sober angel who made sure they safely got home. Carrie wasn't a big fan of getting drunk – she much preferred to laugh at her boyfriend when he behaves like an idiot. And if you'd like to know, I love her.

Smiling at each other, she opened the back door of the car for me and I climbed in. I was greeted by the sight of the best looking boy I knew mumbling about crap in his drunken state to his best friends in the front of the car. His eyes lit up at the sight of me.

"Tehya!" he cried as a large grin split his face. "Did you have a good time then?"

At least I can understand him when he talks, I mused. But that didn't mean he wasn't as pissed as my brother.

"Hey Kayden and yes, thank you" I couldn't help but smile in return. My brother's best friend was in the year above me at school with my brother. They'd been friends since they were six years old so I knew him pretty well. He was a close family friend and we had practically watched each other grow up. Aka, I had watched as he'd grown from a trouble seeking kid to the hottest guy in school. Kayden had turquoise blue eyes, a colour I'd always found extraordinary and only seen in him and his mum, and midnight black hair that was cropped short.

"Well you deserved it." He said.

Now, let me explain the whole reason I was there at my brother's friend's party. It had been my brother's way of saying of congratulations for getting straight A's in my spring exams. I had gotten my results earlier that day at school and had rushed home, bubbling with excitement, to tell my family. And of course, Noah had thought I deserved a party - that is why I love my brother.

The rest of the journey home was spent laughing at Kayden and my brother as they joked about the party and people they knew. In truth, I found myself laughing so hard at times it was painful. My brother and I were so alike in some ways that I generally got on with him and his friends really well.

Half way back to the house, I learnt that Carrie and Kayden were spending the night at ours but I wasn't bothered – I regularly found them at my house. When we finally arrived home, we tried not to be too loud so that we wouldn't disturb our mum. And we succeed except for when we tried to make it to the living room and Noah nearly fell head first onto the floor as he tripped over his feet. The rest of us tried not to laugh hysterically like we wanted, and Carrie shortly came to the conclusion it was probably best just to put Noah to bed and told us she'd see us in the morning.

Kayden and I continued on our way to the living room and collapsed onto the large, comfy sofa with a sigh. We sat in the dark, comfortable to just sit beside one another and talk.

"My brother's a fool" I laughed.

"Your brother's amazing" Kayden replied.

"I know" We shared a smile – our love for Noah was something we had always shared.

I lost myself as I talked to Kayden, moving in topic from Noah to our memories of him to our family and friends. We'd both drunk too much, and it turned out to be one of the deepest conversations I'd ever had. After a while, I was just sober enough to try and avoid talking about my ex-boyfriend, so I began to tease Kayden about his single 'adventures' until he turned to me with a mischievous light in his eyes.

"So sweet little Tehya, did you manage to get anyone with those beautiful lips of yours tonight?" A strange feeling of surprise, embarrassment and something else I couldn't truly identify flushed through me at his question, and I looked away from his as my cheeks heated up. But I tried to play along.

"No, no," I laughed weakly "did you?"

"I think I'm planning to" Kayden's voice had deepened and dropped to a whisper, and I felt his breath fall against my cheek. He'd moved closer. A shiver ran through me and I turned to look him at. Kayden's hand was raised towards me and he gently lifted a bit of hair away from my face and stroked a finger down my cheek.

"So soft," His voice was gentle and continued to whisper across my skin. "You've grown so beautiful Tehya"

I could feel my heart beating hard against my breast and my skin began to feel heated as I closed my eyes. But I didn't hesitate to respond as I felt soft lips press against mine. I felt my body relax and melt towards Kayden as the kiss deepened. It was so gentle, but possessing at the same time that it felt perfect, and my head seemed to empty of all thoughts. I was reduced to my senses – touch, taste, smell. My hand rose up and wrapped around the back of Kaydens head, brining him closer. My fingers glided through smooth black hair and I sighed in pleasure. All of a sudden, Kayden took control as the kiss turned hotter and I felt my body flush and come alive.

After losing myself against the feel of Kaydens lips and tongue, I moaned as he pulled away. My eyes opened and the first thing I noticed was the satisfied glint I saw in Kaydens eyes and the smile on the edge of his lips. He pulled me up from the sofa as he stood and my body willingly followed. I paid little attention to anything but the feeling of pleasure humming through my body as we moved through the house and I didn't protest as Kayden lead me into my room. He guided me to my king sized bed that was set in the middle of the room against the far wall, and moved me around so that I stood in front of him with the back of my legs pressed against the mattress. And then he was kissing me again as he pressed his body against mine, I moaned in satisfaction as I felt his hard body and arousal.

I knew, at the back of my mind, that I should have stopped it then – because I knew where it was going. But that was where my conscience seemed to end because I couldn't then discern why I shouldn't do it. The Gods knew – it felt amazing.

I moulded my body to Kaydens and I felt it tighten in anticipation as a response. He gently used the moment to push me back so that I sat on the bed before stepping away.

Kayden looked almost feral in the dim lighting of my room, his eyes were hooded and his gaze never left mine as his hands rose to the hemp of his shirt. And I was so into the moment that I felt like a different person as I scooted back into the corner of the bed so that I rested against the wall as I watched him. Kayden quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and I felt a part of me purr in satisfaction as I looked at his body. Kayden was all hard lean muscle compacted into a frame of strong shoulders and a narrow waist. I'd seen it all before – as I'd watched him and my brother during football practice and over summer – but tonight his body made mine respond more strongly than it ever had before.

And then he was moving toward me with quick purposeful movements. Leaning his knee into the bed, he clamped a hand around my ankle and pulled my body down and alongside his body. Pushing himself further into the mattress and my body, Kayden wrapped his hand around my waist and began to place sweet kisses along my neck and I felt an answering tug between my legs. He pulled me tight against his body as he found my lips again, and I felt the overwhelming need to move against him to increase the exquisite friction. So when his hips began to move, I more than willingly followed his rhythm as I hooked my leg over one of his. Kayden let out a moan that I felt through his lips, and his grip on my tightened painfully before travelling down to my behind to pull my core more flush with the front of his body. Our bodies seemed to take control, the pace faster, skin burning and the kisses devouring.

Kayden pulled back and our eyes locked. Our breathing was heavy, falling harshly upon our lips. I felt his hand rise to the back of my dress and he expertly zipped it open and undone the clasp of my bra at the same time. I felt the material loosen from my body and the ache between my legs became molten as we continued to stare at each other. Kayden then moved so that his hands stroked up my thighs and I heard my breath hitch as his caress rose. Not even hesitating, I placed my unsteady hands at the zip of his jeans and I felt him straining against the denim. I tried to undo the button as I felt my hips move to the burning feel of his hands on my body, but after repeatedly failed attempts Kayden raised his hands to stop me, with a smile creeping over his lips and amusement lightening his eyes, and quickly done the job. But as I moved to continue, Kayden pulled my hands away with a slight shake of the head. "Not yet" he whispered in a husky voice.

And then the fabric of my dress began to be pulled away and I adjusted with the movement as Kayden removed my dress and bra in one move to leave me in my underwear. Lifting his body, Kayden used his elbows to keep his upper half up as he looked down at me. And then he smiled at me. Through all the tension and desire controlling my body I felt my heart lift and a choking feeling rise in my throat. But the moment was short, because not 5 seconds later I felt his hands moving up the side of my body, following the curve of my hips and waist before cupping my breasts.

Letting my head fall back and my eyes close, I tried not to groan at the pleasure as Kayden began to explore every inch of my body. All I managed thereon were purrs and groans of frustration when he pulled away. I gripped his shoulders as he teased me until I suddenly kissed me with a hard kiss and held his gaze.

"No more playing around" I told him and was satisfied when he moaned in pleasure and quickly preceded to remove all our clothing.

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When I awoke the next morning, my head was pounding, my mouth dry and sickening, and my body ached. I groaned in pain and felt a wave of nausea raise to the back of my throat. Trying to get rid of it before I was sick, I moved my body to try and get back to sleep. But as I did this, my leg bumped into something warm. Still feeling sick, I opened my eyes in confusion. Through foggy, morning thoughts I processed the sight of a smooth tawny torso and the back of a black haired person lying beside me in my bed. For a moment I continued to ponder this confusing sight, and as the clogs inside my head began turning, my memory decided to kick start itself. As the images flashed though my mid, I felt sick rising. Jumping up and running, I reached my toilet adjoining my room just in time to empty the contents of my stomach. My head felt dizzy and I couldn't see straight, but after I was done being sick I was able to flush the toilet and then slump down beside it. And then I realised a crucial fact…I was sitting on my bathroom floor naked. I felt tears fill my eyes…I couldn't even think about what I had done.

Hoping my head and rolling stomach wouldn't be cruel; I pushed myself up to look into the mirror over the sink. To my surprise I didn't look no way near as shit as I felt. My skin was a bit pale, my eyes a bit glassy and my hair was disarrayed but not out of control. I looked like myself…but there was no way I felt it.

My hand shaking, I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my body before walking back into my bedroom. But I didn't get far, because I froze when I got to the bathroom doorway. Two blue eyes were staring at me in horror and shock from the bed and I felt my stomach drop to my feet. Kayden sat up and I saw him wince as he groaned in pain. His head was probably feeling like mine, if not worse, but he continued to move. Pulling my bed cover to wrap around his waist, he stood up from the bed and began searching. I watched in silence as he put on his clothes – not once looking at me. It seemed to take him all but 30 seconds, and when he stood fully clothed I felt a shudder pass through me as he collapsed on the edge of my bed. "Shit," I heard "shit, shit, shit"

"Kayden?" my voice sounded weak, even to my own ears; weak, young and confused. But that was how I felt.

He finally looked at me, confusion and…anger...shining in his eyes. "I'm sorry" his voice was hoarse and dry as he whipped his gaze away from me "Oh God…I'm so sorry"

And then he jumped up and quickly walked out. I felt a well of tears in my eyes. What had I done?