A/N: Hey everybody, so this idea has been stuck in my head, and I decided to take a short break from my stories to work on it. This was originally going to be a oneshot, but it got too lengthy so I've decided to split it up into two parts. I'll post the second part as soon as I'm finished writing it, which should be in the next couple days or so. Please, please, please let me know what you think, this is the first story I've ever written in 2nd person and I need to know if it's a style I should continue to write in or if I totally fucked it up lol. Anyways, enjoy cuties!

Songs used in this chapter are: Kiss Me/XO (Ed Sheeran and Beyonce cover) by Louisa Wendorff, and Crave by Tove Lo

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing.


You knew that getting drunk was a stupid idea, but you needed a distraction. Bellas practices are kicking your ass lately and on top of that your dad is getting on your case about ditching too many classes and you have this mix that you're unsure about. So you are a bit stressed out and drinking seemed like a good idea at the time. You can never say no to the redhead, with her big, blue, puppy dog eyes, holding up a bottle of vodka that just had your name on it. Chloe knew that you have been stressed, and that's why she came over.

You have the room to yourself since Kimmy Jin decided to go on some trip with the Korean club for the weekend, not even bothering to say goodbye to you, just telling you not to break her stuff and sending you one last glare before walking out the door. Not even Chloe can get your roommate to crack a smile, and she is able to get basically anyone to loosen up with her bubbly personality.

The older girl's personality is exactly what got you into the position you are in. She had cracked your high walls and brought you out of the castle you had built around your heart. She was right when she said you would be fast friends, and you often find yourself opening up to her and telling her things you never told anyone. Other than your parents, Chloe is the only other person who knew about your ambitions of going to LA to produce music. You even allow her to listen to your mixes, which nobody has ever done before.

You both are laying on your bed listening to some of your mixes, and you explain your uncertainty about that one mix that has been driving you crazy for two weeks now. The taller girl is laying on her side, with her head propped up by her hand, looking at you. You look into the eyes of your best friend. Her's were a lighter blue, much different than yours, and they captivate whoever looks into them. You realize that this is the first time that you have admitted to yourself that Chloe is your best friend, and you realize that this girl is the only reason why you have stayed at Barden for as long as you have. If you hadn't met her you probably would have been gone within a week, whether your dad helped you move to LA or not.

"What are you staring at?" She says to you, with a slight slur to her words from the alcohol. Neither of you are totally drunk yet, but you're getting there.

"Um, nothing," you mutter and look away, embarrassed that you had gotten caught staring but you don't really know why you're embarrassed. You take a big swig of the vodka, hoping it'll settle the butterflies in your stomach.

"Could I listen to that mix you've been working on?" The redhead asks you.

You sigh, because you don't think the mix is that good, and you've only ever showed Chloe your mixes when they're finished and perfected. "I don't know, Chlo," you whisper, the nickname sliding off of your tongue so naturally now. The first time you had called her that, you were embarrassed and thought you had crossed a line, but you had never seen her smile at you so big and it calmed your nerves. "I don't think it's finished. I might just end up scrapping it and starting something new."

"Let me listen to it first before you make that decision," she says hopefully. You can't say no to her, you never can, that's the exact reason why you were in your dorm getting drunk with the redhead, because you hadn't been able to say no.

"Okay, fine," you mumble and sit up. You stumble over to your computer and click on a few files before finding the new mix you'd been working on. You hit play and the music starts playing.

Settle down with me
Cover me up, cuddle me in
Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms

And your heart's against my chest
Your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love

In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour)
I'll search through the crowd (I'll search through the crowd)
Your face is all that I see
I'll give you everything
Baby, love me lights out
Baby, love me lights out
You can turn my lights out

I love you like XO
You love me like XO
You kill me girl XO
You love me like XO
All that I see
Give me everything
Baby, love me lights out
Baby, love me lights out

Kiss me like you wanna be loved (love me lights out)
Wanna be loved (love me lights out)
Wanna be loved (you can turn my lights out)
This feels like falling in love (love me lights out)
Falling in love (love me lights out)
Falling in love (You can turn my lights out)
Love me lights out

In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour)
I'll search through the crowd
Your face is all that I see
Give me everything
Like you wanna be loved

You look at the redhead, trying to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are wide and her lips are parted slightly, and for a brief moment you think about what it would be like to kiss those lips, and then you're confused why you even thought about that in the first place. You blame it on the alcohol playing tricks on you. You're usually better at blocking thoughts like that out.

"Beca, I- that was amazing!" She says. "Was that you singing?"

"Yeah, it was," you whisper. You're relieved. You've been panicking over that mix for weeks. It was the first time you used just your vocals and you were feeling self-conscious about it. "You really like it, though? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I really love it. It may be my favorite of your mixes, and you better put it on the next flash drive of mixes you give me. Your voice sounds beautiful."

She walks up to you and places a finger under your chin to get her to look at you. She brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face. Her hand lingers on your cheek and when you look up to meet her eye you realize just how close you two are. You try to form words but you are totally speechless, so you just sit there and look at the redhead.

"You are very beautiful," she mutters, mostly to herself but you still hear her. "I don't think I've ever told you that."

"N-no," you say and swallow the lump that forms in your throat. "You haven't."

"Well you are," she says genuinely. "Aubrey says that you would be a lot prettier without all the eyeliner and if you took those 'ear monstrosities' out of your ears, but I like them. I always think you look beautiful." She's rambling and you think it's probably from the alcohol, but you can't help but smile at the drunk redhead.

"Thank you," you mumble and look down at your hands, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up your neck from the older girl's compliment.

"I've always wondered what it would be like."

"What it would be like to what?" You ask, frowning.

"To kiss you."

"Chloe, wh-"

You're cut off by her lips on yours and you know you should push her away but you can't. You've had a bit of a crush on the redhead since you met her, but you didn't think it was ever going to get anywhere. You feel her hands on your hips and she begins to pull you back toward the bed, and you let her. Right now you were blaming the alcohol for not wanting to stop wherever this was heading, but you know deep down that even if alcohol wasn't a factor in this equation you probably wouldn't have stopped things from progressing anyways.

The back of your knees hit the bed and she pushes you onto it, wasting no time in straddling your hips and reconnecting your lips in a fiery kiss that leaves you breathless. You've kissed before, but it's never felt like this. You've never gotten so lost in a kiss, it has never burned you alive in the best way possible. Your hands reach for her and you can't seem to bring her close enough to you. Your heart is skipping beats and you think you've forgotten how to breathe.

"What are we doing?" You gasp out once she pulls back from your lips to breathe. "W-what about Tom?"

"This doesn't have to be anything serious," she replies breathlessly. "We're just two friends kissing one another."

And you know it's wrong and she has a boyfriend, regardless of how shitty their relationship is, it's still cheating, but you don't think about that. You don't think about anything but her lips and her sweet tongue caressing yours and her hands travelling up your shirt. So you let go and let her call the shots and in the morning you'll think about the consequences of your actions.

-xxxxxxxxxx-

The morning comes sooner than you expect and you groan as you hear the loud slamming of doors made by other students. Chloe is draped over your body and your hands are beneath the material of her shirt, resting on the bare skin of her back, absentmindedly drawing random shapes with your fingertips. Her head is nuzzled into your neck and you feel her eyelashes brush against your skin as she wakes up, blinking rapidly to try to wake herself up more.

"That tickles," you giggle and pull away to look at the redhead. You look into her eyes and the memories of last night come flooding back into your mind and suddenly you are at a loss for words. "Hi," you say, and you want to slam your head against a wall for being so awkward. This isn't the first time you've had a sleepover with Chloe, but it is the first time you had ever spent the night making out with her and now you don't know where you two stand.

"Hi," she smiles brightly, too bright for being hungover and it being ridiculously early in the morning. But you don't mind, you had always liked her smile.

"So..." you drawl, trying to think of a way to talk about what happened. You really don't want to have this talk, especially since you are just waking up, but you decide to rip the band-aid off. "About last night..."

"Hey," the older girl whispers to get your attention. You look at her and she smiles gently, trying to be reassuring and not have you worry so much. "I wasn't joking when I said this didn't have to be anything serious. We can just chalk it up to two friends kissing and go back to normal. We just won't let it happen again."

You don't know how to feel about that. You liked kissing Chloe, it had been really, really good, but you care way more about your friendship with her and you don't want to complicate things. You like to have things in order, you aren't nearly as uptight as Aubrey, but you understand the crazy blonde in a way that nobody else does. You plan everything out and always have a solution to things. You know this was probably the best solution to the situation you were in.

"Are you going to tell Tom?" You ask.

"I didn't really think about that," she frowns. "I didn't plan on it, but if you feel more comfortable with me telling him then I will."

"No, no, I'm not going to force you to do anything regarding your relationship. I was just curious."

"Okay, then. That settles it. We made out and possibly felt each other up last night, but it's never happening again and we're going back to normal."

"Alright," you say. "Back to normal."

"Now," she says with a grin. "Let's go get some breakfast and then head to practice. This ginger is in need of some pancakes."

And that is the end of the conversation. You just hope you will be able to go back to normal.


Admittedly, it is a lot harder to go back to normal than you had originally thought it would be. It was hard to be in rehearsals and having Chloe pressed up against your back, breathing down your neck, as she shows you how to do the choreography correctly. And you would be lying if you said that you never once messed up the choreography on purpose just to feel Chloe that close to you. You had done that a few times, but you would never admit that to anybody.

It is even harder when Chloe would come to your dorm to study or listen to mixes or just hang out and talk all the time. She makes it look so easy, like she isn't dying to kiss you like you are dying to kiss her. You are hoping that these urges will soon subside and you will be able to go back to looking at Chloe without thinking about the feeling of her lips on yours and her hands roaming your body.

But today is Regionals and you really can't think about Chloe because if you are even the slightest bit distracted during the performance Aubrey will kill you. And although you often bicker with the blonde, you really aren't in the mood to do that today. So you vow to yourself that no inappropriate thoughts of Chloe will cross your mind until after Regionals are over.

You arrive at the Bellas' practice space where Aubrey ordered all of the Bellas to meet before you all left for Regionals. You are surprisingly the first one to arrive, Aubrey and Chloe hadn't even arrived yet, which is unusual because you are usually the last person to show up to practice everyday. You wonder briefly if they had left without you or if you got the times wrong.

Before you can get too worried, the rest of the Bellas enter the room, surprised to see you had shown up first. You search for Chloe in the group and you both lock eyes, you send her a shy smile, which is so totally uncharacteristically like you but the older woman has a way of bringing out a certain side of you that nobody else gets a chance to see.

"Well, Beca, I'm glad that you're here on time. I'll have to keep in mind to text you from now on and tell you to be here 15 minutes before you actually have to be here," Aubrey grins deviously, like she just cracked Da Vinci's code.

"You seriously did that?" You ask, mildly irritated, but you honestly can't blame her.

"Yeah, Regionals are important. I didn't need you making us late and us not being able to perform."

You're about to say something snarky, but you decide against it. You don't need to start arguing with the blonde this early.

Five minutes later and you're all piling onto the bus to drive to Regionals. The girls are all jittery about their first performance in front of a huge crowd, and Aubrey looks like she is going to blow chunks. Chloe is sitting next to you on the bus, which is making you extremely nervous.

Chloe leans closer to you and whispers in your ear, "you look fantastic in that uniform."

Her breath tickles and causes goosebumps to form on your skin. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, trying to block out all the inappropriate thoughts. "Chloe..." you say. It's a warning. A warning that if she keeps doing what she's doing you won't be able to control yourself, and you have an agreement. It won't happen again, it can't. Even though you want it to happen more than anything, that's not what Chloe wants, and you respect that.

"What?" Chloe asks, frowning. "Can I not compliment you?"

"Have you been checking me out?" You ask, amused at the now very red-faced woman.

"I-I-no!" She practically shrieks. You raise your eyebrow at her and smirk. She sighs, "okay, fine, maybe I was. I'm not like you, I can't just act like everything is normal."

You frown at that. "What is that supposed to mean?" You question. You honestly have no clue what she was talking about.

"It's not as easy for me to just act like nothing happened," she admits and looks down at her hands. This is the first time you've ever seen her look unsure of herself. "I can't stop thinking about that night."

You're about to reply when the bus comes to a stop and Aubrey starts barking out orders. You hadn't wanted to get distracted by Chloe tonight to avoid the blonde's wrath, but after Chloe's little confession, your mind is on overdrive. You have no idea what the hell is going on between the two of you.

-xxxxxxxxxx-

The Bellas performance wasn't a complete bore. With Amy's little twist to the end of the performance, the Bellas at least got a little bit of a reaction out of the crowd. You admire Amy for not giving a shit about what everyone else thinks.

You all are trying to make your way back to the bus, but there seemed to be a fight going on between the Trebles and a group of old men. You follow the rest of the girls as they try to weave their way through the scuffle, but something catches your attention.

A man had pushes Chloe and knocks her to the ground, and you hear her cry out in pain. You make your way over to her quickly and help her back onto her feet.

"Are you okay?" You ask, your hands on her shoulders as you survey her for any damage. You see blood on her hands and you are overwhelmed with anger.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a scrape," she says, trying to reassure you that she's fine.

"I'll be right back," you growl, and ignore the redhead calling out your name. You have an overwhelming urge to protect the older girl. You walk over to the short man who had knocked Chloe down, and he is now pestering Jesse, and you push him on the shoulder. "Hey!" You shout. He turns around and you punch him with all the strength you can muster, ignoring the pain that shoots through your hand.

He falls to the ground and you're about to hit him again when you feel a hand grab your wrist. You turn to see a police officer glaring at you and he places handcuffs on your wrists. "Fuck," you mutter as he begins to lead you out of the building. You can hear Chloe's shouting behind you, begging the officer to let you go.

"Fuck is right, sweetheart. You're comin' with me," the officer says and guides you to his car, telling you your rights.

And in that moment, you know you are utterly fucked.

-xxxxxxxxxx-

You are released around 12am. The man you punched wasn't pressing charges because he got some sort of joy from being punched in the face. You are confused, but you aren't going to question it. You are just happy you didn't have to get your father to bail you out.

Jesse brings you back to your dorm, and he thanks you for sticking up for him, but what he doesn't know is that you were really sticking up for Chloe. He goes on and on about Hilary Swank from Million Dollar Baby the whole ride home.

You like Jesse, he's like an annoying little brother. He had asked you out when you first met, but once you revealed that you don't swing that way you two formed an odd friendship. He says he'll be your wingman and tries to get you to watch shitty movies like The Breakfast Club, and you scowl at him and tell him he's an idiot and punch him in the arm. It's odd, but nice to have a good guy friend.

When you enter your dorm, you are surprised to see Chloe sitting on your bed. You're even more surprised to see Kimmy Jin actually conversing with the older girl. When the two notice you enter, Kimmy Jin gets up from her seat and walks out the door, muttering something about not touching her stuff. The girl is paranoid that you are going to go to her side of the room and break everything.

"You waited up for me?" You ask the redhead.

"Of course I waited up for you," she says. "The rest of the Bellas were here also, but when 11 o'clock rolled along Aubrey said that they all needed to go and get sleep because there is going to be an emergency Bella meeting tomorrow. She tried getting me to go back to our apartment, too, but I don't think I would have been able to sleep without knowing if you were okay, so I told her I was crashing here."

"Thank you," you smile. You sit next to her on the bed, closer than you meant to but you don't bother to put more space in between you. "I appreciate you waiting for me, but you know I could have just sent you a text when I got home."

"Well, I kind of wanted to see you also."

"What for?"

You see her eyes flash with desire and then her lips are on yours and it feels so good. You have been craving her lips since the last time you two kissed. Her lips are like a drug, and you are a junkie who needs a fix. You tangle your hands in her hair and push her back so she is laying on the bed, quickly straddling her waist, as best you can in your Bellas uniform. You swipe your tongue against her bottom lip and as soon as she grants you access you plunge your tongue into her mouth, delighted in the deep moan that escapes those lips.

"I know we shouldn't do this," you breathe out against her lips when you briefly pull away for air. "I know this shouldn't be happening, but I really can't find it in my heart to fucking care right now."

She grabs you by the neck and crushes your lips together. You don't care anymore about right and wrong. You need this, need her. You trail your lips down her jawline until you reach a sweet spot on her neck that has her gasping. You can't resist the urge to thrust your hips into her, and her hands tug at your hair as you do. Her breathing is heavy, and you are sure yours is too, and you have never felt so much desire for another person before.

"I want to fuck you," you whisper in her ear. She bites her lip and her eyes are practically black with lust.

"God, Beca, I want that, too," she growls and crashes your lips into hers.

You tug at the hem of her shirt and slowly pull it up and over her head, she sits up slightly to help you get if off completely. You look at the newly exposed skin, and you're in shock at how magnificent this woman is. Yeah, you've seen her naked before in the shower when she recruited you for the Bellas, but this time you really get to look, and even better, touch. Your fingertips slowly trail up her toned abs, and she inhales a deep breath as you do this. You touch every bit of skin that's exposed, memorizing every inch.

You reach behind her back and skillfully unclasp her bra, discarding it somewhere across the room, you don't really care where it landed. You find her lips again. Your hand travels up to her breast, your thumb circling her nipple, delighting in how it hardens under your touch and also the way she moans into your mouth. This girl is driving you crazy. She helps you out of your Bellas uniform, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

You kiss your way down her body, gently nibbling at the skin every now and then, until you reach her jeans. You unbutton her jeans and help her shimmy out of them before tossing them to the side. Your hand grazes her panties and you look at her with your eyebrow raised, silently asking her if she is sure. She places her hand against yours and slides the material down her toned legs.

You take a moment to appreciate the beautiful body laying in front of you, and you can't believe that this woman wants you of all people when she could have whoever she wanted. You settle yourself in between her legs and you place delicate kisses trailing down her thigh. She's growing impatient and needs your touch, but you want to take your time and cherish this.

You hover over her dripping center for a moment before you dip down and encircle her clit with your lips. She raises her hips and buries her fingers in your long, brown locks in response, so you place both your hands on her hips to hold her in place. Your tongue swipes at her clit a few times, her legs shake and you feel her pull your head closer, even though you really can't get any closer.

"Fuck, Beca," she moans out into the emptiness of your dorm room and you feel as though you're on fire. That noise is the best noise you have ever heard, no song can compare to that. This girl is everything you need, everything you have been searching for your entire life.

You never really knew that sex could be this good. You've had sex and you've enjoyed it, but sex with Chloe is different. You've never wanted to take your time before, it would be a flurry of clothes coming off and hands touching skin, it was rushed. But with Chloe it is exciting and passionate, you want to memorize every detail. Every sound, every touch, every inch of skin.

"Beca?" You hear her breathe out, and that's when you realize you had gotten so distracted by her beauty that you stopped what you were doing. Her eyebrows are furrowed in confusion and worry. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop? Was I-"

You know what she's about to say and you climb up her body and kiss her. You hadn't meant to make her unsure of herself. "Stop worrying," you say and peck her lips. "This is perfect, you're perfect."

She smiles before pulling you into a kiss and it takes your breath away. Your hand trails down her body and without warning you enter her with two fingers. She gasps in surprise and you can't help but smirk. Her hands travel to your back and you feel her nails dig into your skin as you begin to thrust into her at a steady pace.

Your lips travel down to her neck and you bite down gently, careful not to leave a mark so Tom doesn't see. You know this is fucked up, and you don't want to flaunt to the guy that you fucked his girlfriend. You feel bad enough as is, but not bad enough to stop.

She's begging you to go faster and harder, and you do, knowing that she is close. It doesn't take her long to completely come undone, digging her nails into your back, probably breaking skin, and screaming your name as she orgasms.

Once her orgasm subsides, you pull your fingers out and lay next to her. You are both breathing heavily and your skin is sticky with sweat. You look over at her and bite your lip, desperate to know what she is thinking about what just happened. You delicately tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, letting your fingers linger on her skin for a moment.

"How was that?" You whisper, practically inaudibly, but in the silence of the room she hears you.

"It was- wow," she says, unable to actually form a sentence. "Better than I had expected it to be, and I had pretty high expectations to begin with."

"Well," you smirk, unable to not say something sarcastic. "I am pretty outstanding if I do say so myself."

"That you are," she giggles, and then she's straddling your hips with a certain glint in her eyes that leaves you breathless. "Now it's my turn to show you how outstanding I can be."

She smirks at you and you realize just how much you have rubbed off on this girl. She was using your moves against you, and honestly, you don't mind one bit.

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(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I'm coming up out of the dark
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Take out the bullets from my heart
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
You are my favorite mistake
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
The one I keep loving to make
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Craving, I'm craving, I crave you
Waiting, I'm waiting to touch you
Whenever, forever, I know that
Still I'm coming back

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bittersweet baby
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Summertime save me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Party day hazy, oh baby
Craving, I'm craving
I crave you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bittersweet baby
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Save me in the summertime
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Party day hazy, oh baby
Craving, I'm craving
I crave you

You groan as you hear your alarm going of at an ungodly hour. You have an early Bellas meeting to discuss Regionals, and you've never been a morning person, especially with how late you were up doing certain activities. You look over to see the taller woman still asleep even though your alarm is ridiculously loud.

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Got my body all figured out
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Know what my trigger's all about
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Craving, I'm craving, I crave you
Waiting, I'm waiting to touch you
Whenever, forever, I know that
Still I'm coming back

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bittersweet baby
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Summertime save me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Party day hazy, oh baby
Craving, I'm craving
I crave you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bittersweet baby
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Save me in the summertime
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Party day hazy, oh baby
Craving, I'm craving
I crave you

You blindly reach for your bedside table, looking for your phone to shut the pesky alarm off, but it's empty. You sigh as you roll out of bed, more like fall, to search your dorm for the stupid device.

Ooh baby, ooh
Oh-oh-oh

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bittersweet baby
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Summertime save me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Party day hazy, oh baby
Craving, I'm craving
I crave you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bittersweet baby
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Save me in the summertime
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Party day hazy, oh baby
Craving, I'm craving
I crave you

You find the phone across the room along with your Bella uniform that had been hastily thrown to the side the night before. You shut the alarm off and look over to find that the redhead is surprisingly still sleeping.

You go to your closet and pull on an over-sized t-shirt before going up to the redhead and shaking her awake. You can't help but smile as the girl's face scrunches up adorably as she begins to wake up. "Morning, Chlo," you murmur as her eyes finally open and lock with yours. You don't think you will ever get tired of seeing Chloe's naked body tangled in your sheets as the morning sun comes in through the window, and you know you're in trouble when you start thinking that way. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fantastic," she moans as she stretches out across the bed. She looks down at her naked body and grows worried, quickly covering herself up with the sheet, and you try to hide your disappointment. "Um, so last night..."

You've never seen Chloe at a loss for words, and it would be kind of cute if it was a different situation. It reminds you of the conversation you had about a month ago when you two had first kissed, but this time Chloe was the hesitant one.

"What did we say last time?" You ask her.

"That we wouldn't do it again," she replies.

"I think that's still the case this time, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she mutters, looking down at her hands.

"Is that not what you want?" You question, trying to figure out what is going on in the other woman's brain.

"No, it is. It's for the best," Chloe says more confidently. She glances up and you see her staring at your lips and you have to resist the urge to go over there and kiss her. She's right, it's for the best to not do it again.

"Alright then," you say and go to your closet to find clothes for the redhead. "Let's go to Bellas practice and forget about last night and how I got arrested."

She got up from the bed to grab the clothes you hand her. She smiles, "okay, deal."