Disclaimer: This is pure fiction I DO NOT own anyone in this story except my OC (Amelia)

Summary: Leland and Amelia have known each other their entire lives. No one knows each other as well as these two do. They dated briefly in high school, but they broke up after a few years. Leland has moved on, but has never fully given up on Amelia, who struggles with every relationship in her life because of Leland. This is their story

Chapter 1

"Millie...tell me. I want to hear you say it," Leland murmured huskily into Amelia's ear while he still kept his pace slow and teasing. "Please tell me, baby..." he trailed off as his lips left her ear and traveled down her neck.

Amelia threw her head back in pleasure; he knew how to get all of her special spots. This man was magic. "Leland..." she whispered as his mouth and his hands both moved down to her breasts, slowly teasing her as he looked up at her, "Tell me..." he growled.

"I love you, Leland," she breathed heavily as she got her wish and his expert tongue started to tease her and his quickened his pace.

"Tell me again," he groaned as his quickened his pace even more; he wasn't going to last much longer and he needed to hear her say it again. "Tell me I'm the only one," he growled.

"The...only one...oh God...Leland. You're the only one!" she cried out as she got her release. He smirked down at her before he slammed into her a few more times and got his own sweet release. He collapsed on her; his sweaty forehead resting on her chest.

"Good girl..." he mumbled as he rolled off of her and pulled her close to his side. Still breathing hard, he glanced over at the bedside alarm clock. Shit, he thought to himself. He was going to have to leave pretty soon and head home.

Amelia closed her eyes and leaned her head on his chest. She lived for moments like this; when everything was right in her messed up world. All she ever wanted to do was love Leland, to be with him, to share his life with him. She wasn't stupid, though; she knew they could never be together. He had made certain decisions in his life that would always keep them apart.

Amelia's POV

My name is Amelia Carson and I'm in love with my best friend. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, except, my best friend Leland is married and I've been sleeping with him. I know I should feel horrible about this, but I don't. I'm head over heels in love with him and he knows it. What we're doing together is wrong, but neither of us tries to put a stop to it.

I've known Leland my entire life. Our fathers are best friends and our families spent a lot of time together over the years. Leland used to tease me mercilessly during our summer camping trips until one summer he abruptly stopped. That's when I knew he had fallen in love with me. I lost my virginity to him that summer; I was only 15. I've been addicted to him ever since.

A few years ago he married a girl he met in Hawaii. The only reason he had married her in the first place was because he had gotten her pregnant. If the baby hadn't come along, I'm certain that we would be together. But until the day when she leaves him; I'll just have to wait. Every time we see each other, he promises that he's going to leave her soon. But I'm not stupid; he's not going to leave her. He wants his cake and he wants to eat it too. I'm just something to do when he's in town or when he's feeling lonely; but that doesn't stop me from loving him. I can't stop, Lord I've tried, but I can't stop loving Leland Chapman.

I've tried everything to stop, but nothing seems to work. I've tried avoiding his calls; he just calls more often and leaves desperate voice-mails. I've tried shutting the door in his face when he stops by; but he flashes those brown eyes and I melt. I tried telling him that what we're doing is wrong; but he smirks at me and then kisses me gently and I forget everything I was saying. I've tried dating other men; but no one can compare to him. Hell, I even tried moving out of town so he couldn't find me; but he always does. And the worst part is about this whole mess, is that if he didn't try to find me, if he didn't call me constantly, if he didn't keep track of me, I would die inside. I need Leland. He's my life.

My sister Katie has tried to be supportive of my 'relationship' with Leland; she really had. But lately, I've noticed that she's not as patient with me as she used to be. "Amelia, he's married. You need to let go," she said gently to me one night while we were sitting at our favorite bar enjoying a glass of wine. She had been living in North Carolina for a few months now, but she still occasionally came back to Colorado to visit me and the rest of the family.

I shook my head, "No. I can't do that. I love him and he loves me too," I insisted. But deep down, I knew what I kept doing with Leland was wrong. Katie leaned forward, her big blue eyes silently begging me to give him up.

"I want you to move to North Carolina with me," she said gently. She put up her hand, "Now before you even start saying, I can't, you know you can. You can write anywhere and you know this. I think it's time for you to leave Colorado; start somewhere new."

I shook my head. "I know what you're trying to do; you're only trying to make me leave Colorado so I won't be here when Leland come here-"

"That's not what I'm trying to do at all, Millie," she interrupted me. "I just think that maybe it would beneficial for you to go out on your own for a while, live life without being constantly reminded of wanting what you know you can't have."

I thought about this for a second. If I left Colorado Springs, the chances of me being able to be with Leland would decrease dramatically. "I don't know," I whispered, biting on my bottom lip.

"Please think about it? I've been in North Carolina for a few months now, and I really like it. I met some people out there, and they're really cool. I think you would like it. Do you honestly want to sit here and wait for him to leave her? Because you know, you have to know somewhere deep down inside, that he's not going to leave her and that he's just using you."

I stared at her for a minute. Then it hit me, she was right. He was using me. He only called me up when he was in town because he wanted to fuck. We never left my apartment, because he was afraid of being seen by someone who would report back to his wife that he had been seen with another woman.

"All right," I finally said. "I'll do it."

Katie smiled at me. "To be honest, that was easier than I thought it was going to be," she said with a giggle as she raised her wine glass to me for a toast. "To Amelia's new beginning..." she said with a smile as she took a sip of her wine.