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"Where have you been?" Jason smirked when Shane walked into their living room.

Shane couldn't help but grin. He had had the best time with Kaylie that night. They'd gone to dinner at this little café where nobody would bother them, and then they walked down to the beach. They must have been there for hours, just sitting in the sand and talking about everything. She was so easy to talk to. And when the night was over, he kissed her, and it was perfect. When he snaked his arms around her waist, she fit against his body like she was meant to be there, and he thought that maybe she was. He'd never met anyone like her. He couldn't wait to see her again – he hadn't even waited until he'd got home to text her and tell her just that.

"I met this girl…she's amazing," Shane sighed happily.

"Where'd you meet her?" Jason asked, laughing at his friend's excitement. "Did you kiss her?"

"Yeah…she's one of our dancers. We went to watch them rehearse for a little while today and I had to talk to her."

Jason looked at him suspiciously. "What's her name?"

"Kaylie."

Her name had barely escaped his lips when he felt himself being thrown against the wall. Jason looked into his eyes furiously. "Stay away from her!"

"What the fuck?" Shane shouted, confused. He tried to struggle out of his friend's grip, but he was the smaller of the two men and failed.

"How could you do that to me?!" Jason screamed.

Shane had never seen him this angry. Especially towards him. "Do what?!"

"How could you kiss my little sister?!"

"You're what?"

Shane was shocked. That seemed like it should have been the first thing Kaylie told him. Why wouldn't she tell him that she was his best friend's sister? She told him everything else.

"You are…" Jason started.

Shane interrupted him. "Dude, I didn't know she was your sister! She didn't tell me. Why didn't you tell me your sister was going to choreograph our show?"

Jason looked at him for a moment, trying to decide whether or not he was telling the truth. Apparently, he decided that he was. "I didn't want people to think that the only reason she got the job was because she was my sister. She's an incredible dancer."

"Yeah, I know," Shane replied, hoping that it wasn't the wrong thing to say. His friend still looked angry and he didn't want to do anything to cause another reaction like the last one.

"Just…just stay away from her, okay?"

Shane bit his lip as Jason looked at him expectantly. He would never do anything, intentionally, at least, to screw up their friendship…he just honestly wasn't sure that he could stay away from her. Not after how he'd felt when he was with her that night.

"Okay?"

Shane ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Don't you think…I mean, she's going to be on tour with us. She'll probably be around you a lot, which means she'll probably be around me a lot, so I just think it would be pretty hard to stay away from her for the next few months."

Jason sighed dramatically, getting angry again. "Then make it clear to her that you are just friends, and that is all you will ever be. And DO NOT kiss her again. Ever."

Shane nodded slowly. He hoped that the disappointment he was feeling inside wasn't obvious to his friend. "Okay. We'll just be friends."

"Good. And don't make it obvious that it's because I said so. She'll just try to get back at me for it."

"Okay," Shane said again. "I'm going to…uh…go to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"'Night," Jason mumbled, turning back to the video game he had been playing.

Shane hurried up the stairs and collapsed onto his bed. He had never felt a connection with anyone like he had felt tonight with Kaylie. He had never really, really wanted more from a girl than just a hook-up. Why did this one, special girl, have to be his best friend's little sister? It wasn't fair. How was he going to tell her that they could only be friends? She knew that they had something, and she didn't seem like the kind of girl who would just accept any stupid explanation he could come up with.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He cringed; he knew it was a text message from her, a reply to the one he had sent her on his way home – the one where he said he couldn't wait to see her again. And now he wouldn't be able to, and she would think he was a liar. He glanced at the screen and read the message: me either ;-*) sweet dreams!

Yeah, right. There was no way he would be having pleasant dreams tonight. He probably wouldn't even be able to fall asleep. He thought about calling her and telling her that he wasn't comfortable dating his friend's sister, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to hurt her, even though he knew he had to. Maybe if he just ignored her for a few days she would lose interest, but he doubted it. They had really connected – if it was half was hard for her to forget that as it was going to be for him, just ignoring her wasn't going to accomplish anything.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her perfect face, her beautiful smile, her pretty red hair. Her laugh echoed in his ears, and he could still feel his lips tingling from their kiss. He wished he hadn't said anything to Jason. His friend would have found out soon enough, but maybe he would have gotten to kiss Kaylie one more time.