'Aw crap!'

I know this seems weird. Jace is my best friend. We met at college and have continued our friendship out into the real world.

Why would I be upset to see him?

Because we kind of crossed a line that no friends should cross.

We had a one night stand.

Let me explain. We're a group of four, Jax, being the… how do I describe this? He's a genius, he had straight A's in school. But he also got into lots of trouble. He was daring, uncaring and pretty much did whatever he wanted.

Then there was Haleigh. She was crazy, but she did it within the rules. I'd known her since high school. She often out-logic'd the teachers, throwing their own rules back in their faces.

In Dungeons and Dragons, she'd be lawful evil.

There was Jace. We met in College. He was...amazing. He was there when I needed him. Also, he always knew what I was thinking, what I wanted, what I needed.

We knew each other better than anyone else in the whole group. Because of this, we can comfort each other in ways no one else can.

He just knew me.

Something told me that wouldn't work to my favor in this confrontation.

You see, after college, we had all luckily found jobs rather quickly. Haleigh is a lawyer (!), Jax is a school teacher, Jace is a detective, and I am a therapist as well as a creative writer.

I published my first book not to long ago. It's a New York best seller, has been for 2 weeks.

We were having a celebration at Haleigh's. That's how he cornered me. Haleigh was walking Jax to his car (read as: making out. They totally like each other) Still, out of respect (or sheer stupidity), I turned around.

I plastered a smile on my face.

The look he sent me clearly said 'Don't Try it'

'Message received', I'm sure mine said.

"You've been avoiding me."

'No! Me! Never!' I had the urge to scream sarcastically but knew that wouldn't help. And, maybe, part of me was curious as to what he would say.

Just maybe.

"We'll have to address this sooner or later. "

I stayed silent.

He sighed.

"I've been trying not to push you. You avoided me and I complied because I didn't want to upset you. But this has been going on for 3 weeks, Natalie. Were you just going to avoid me for the rest of your life?"

He didn't sound angry. He never did. Jace was the picture of calm, even more than myself. I've never seen him blow up. We don't like showing others how much they affect us, positively or negatively.

Because of this, we keep our feelings locked up, until we get alone or with the group. So, no, he didn't look or sound angry. He just had this edge in his voice, a look in his eyes I tried to decode but couldn't.

Or maybe I didn't want to think about what it meant.

But he had a point. I had been avoiding him for a while. Usually, any spats with my friends or I were patched up quickly, especially when it involved me.

I'm usually loads more mature than this.

But this wasn't an ordinary spat.

I kept silent again, not knowing what to say. What do you say in these types of things?

"I've seen the way you look at me."

I looked up, startled, into his beautiful blue eyes.

I meant that as a friend, of course.

"The way you smile at me, the way you act around me. The way you screamed my-"

Okay. Do I really have to spell it out for you? You get the gist of it.

Did I mention that Jace can also be blunt, but only really when he's using it to bug me?

(Some of you may be wondering why I'm not playing the ' I was drunk' card. He'd never buy it. I, ironically, hold my liquor better than anyone in the group.)

"The point is," He was now in front of me, trapping me. I hadn't even noticed I'd been inching toward the door. Now I was pressed against it, his hands on either side of me, encasing me.

"The point, is that there is obviously something between us. Or at least I feel it. I'm taking the risk of ruining our friendship here, but that risk was already taken when we slept together. I can't keep wondering what if, Natalie. What are we? "

What are we? What are we? What are we?

I didn't know. If we're being honest, I think both Jace and I had been pondering the answer to question much longer than we'd like to admit.

I couldn't look at him.

"Natalie, it's a simply yes or no answer."

He put his index and thumb under my chin, lifting my head to face him.

"Fine." He said, the closet to annoyance I'd ever heard him.

"Tell me this then, Natalie. Tell me that you don't love me. Tell me you feel absolutely nothing more for me than friendship. If that's what you what,", he trailed off and I knew. I knew that neither one of us knew what would happen if this didn't work out. Would the whole 'just friends' thing still work after this?

Logic and cliches say otherwise.

Then, all of a sudden, he smirked. I loved that smirk. It was the smirk he had when he knew he won.

Of course, that's when I realized that if he'd won, that meant I'd lost.

"Tell me that you wouldn't mind If Melissa and I…" He trailed off again, his smirk still in place.

My blood boiled anger. Melissa Gorgon is a rival author. We despise each other, We also have the same publisher. I was pissed that he'd even brought it up.

Usually when I'm angry, I'm unreadable. Even Haleigh has trouble reading me.

But Jace never did. His smirked widened. Though it may not have been because of my anger.

It was probably because of the moan that escaped my lips. Which may have been because of the fact that he was rubbing my hips in the way he knew that drove me crazy.

Actually, him rubbing my hips is how we got into the situation.

I wondered how it would feel to run my fingers through his beautiful brown hair. Then I remembered that I had. It felt silky and smooth.

I had the urge to do it again.

I reached up and grabbed his head, pulling him towards me. When our lips met, it was wonderful. I saw fireworks, explosions, you name it.

His lips were soft and warm. I loved it. The idea of someone else having this pleasure, of someone else kissing this lips, angered me. I kissed him back with more intensity.

I promise I felt him smirk. I also felt his grip on my hips tightened, making me moan even more.

When we broke apart, we were breathless. I would be more so, because then he started kissing my neck. I groaned, knotting my hand in his hair.

Then he started nipping and kissing and-

Let's just say I feel totally justified when I say I may have whimpered. Multiple times.

When he was done, He pressed his forehead into mine, looking deep into my gray eyes, fingers playing in my back-length black hair.

"Tell me what you want, Natalie."

I kissed him, gently, softly and shortly, chuckling when he moaned. Then I started kissing his neck. And I whispered in his ear: "I'd much rather show you."

And hour later, we were having a strong sense of deja vu.

And I didn't have the energy to be mad about it.

We were laying on our sides, facing each other, with him holding me . God, he was so warm .

I know it's weird, but I hate being cold. I love being warm. It just makes me feel like all of my insecurities are nonexistent and-

Never mind.

"So," he smirked. "Made you scream. Again."

"Oh really?" I said and I…..

Did something.

Not gonna tell you want it was, but he lost all bragging rights.

He looked at me seriously.

"So, what do you want? What do you want you to be?"

I could answer him this time. I knew what I wanted now. "Whatever you want us to be."

He smiled, both of us knowing exactly what he wanted.

And done. My first fictionpress story. Read, review, the whole nine yards!