#48 "I've never felt like this about someone before."

I wasn't sure what happened to bring us here. We were just talking, and then… I don't know. There is a simple question that I ought to ask, but I'm not sure if I want to know the answer: who kissed who first?

I can't even remember how I got here.

Here… in this bed… with him. Fully-clothed, mind you. Well, partly I should say.

My eyes keep trailing over him—his face, his shoulders, his bare chest. I blush, realizing what I'm doing. He looks so much younger when he sleeps, I notice, but I'm sure that's the same for all of us.

Sighing, I roll onto my back and force my eyes toward the ceiling, away from him. I rack my mind for details of what happened, but I can't seem to put things together. It's all a blurry mess. I remember getting a glass of wine from the kitchen. And then another. And then… he came. And then another glass. And then…

Oh, God.

"Eadlyn?" I hear a groggy voice next to me say. "How did I get…?" He looks down at himself, and his eyes widen. "Oh, God, what did I do?" he asks, resting his face in his hands.

I bite my lip. "Erik—"

He shakes his head and jumps up from the bed. His eyes search the room, and I assume he's looking for his shirt. "I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened."

I look at him, worry etched across my face. "Erik—" I reach to touch him, but he jerks away.

"No, stop. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Erik—"

"I-I-I… I was drunk, and you were drunk, and I have no idea what happened, and—"

"Erik!" I shout in frustration. Damn this boy. He faces me, and I suddenly realize how scared he looks. "Nothing happened."

He blinks. "What?"

I press my lips together to hide my smile. "Nothing happened."

He stares at me in shock. His eyes turn toward the bed in confusion. "But we…"

I let out a small giggle and walk over to him. "I can remember most of what happened now. Nothing too inappropriate. I promise."

Erik lets out a sigh of relief and slouches onto the bed. Shaking my head, I join him. "'Nothing too inappropriate?'" he asks. "Care to elaborate?"

My face reddens; I'm sure of it. "Uh, well…" Memories slowly come crawling back into my head. "Well, we were in the kitchen drinking, and… we kissed. A few times."

He clenches his jaw. "Eadlyn—"

"I'm not done," I say, smirking. I turn to face him. "I brought you back to my room. We kissed on the bed. Well, I guess we could call it less kissing and more, uh, neck-biting." I turn my neck sideways, and his face visibly reddens after seeing the bruises. "I took off your shirt, Erik. I wanted it to go farther. But you stopped me like the gentleman you are." I move myself closer until I'm practically in his lap. "Like the gentleman you are, even drunk out of your mind, you didn't take advantage of me."

"Is this what that's for?" He glances at me.

I shake my head and press a kiss to his neck. "No, this is for so much more."

His breath hitches as I press gentle kisses to his neck. "Eadlyn, you know this is not okay."

"This isn't okay," I whisper against his skin, "but neither am I. I'm not okay. You're not okay. My mom's not okay. Illéa's not okay. There is no such thing as 'okay' anymore." I squeeze his arms in reassurance. "I love you, Erik. There's nothing wrong with that."

"But I'm—"

"Don't say anything about the Selection. I want to hear it from you and you alone. No excuses."

He shakes his head, clenching his jaw. "Eadlyn, I've… I've never felt this way about someone before."

I press another kiss to his neck. "And is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

He pulls away, facing me, and looks me in the eye. "I love you."

"I know."

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