Author's Note posted below.

Part 2

Chapter 2

Hands

"Can't keep my hands to myself,

I mean I could but why would I want to?"

-Selena Gomez, Hands to Myself

This is how the story turned out to be:

Kate and I have always been best friends since high school. When we were in freshmen year, we always condemned our peers who've had sex. Yeah, we slut-shamed them because why would we care about sex when we were only fifteen?

We have been there for each other. I've watched Kate fall in love and then get heartbroken, that same cycle until we graduated college. We grew together, learning that sex feels so damn good and we don't want to let it go with our respective partners. We knew each other so well and that's why I wasn't surprised when she decided to marry a guy she only met two months ago.

She described it to be a whirlwind romance.

Kate met Elliott when she got robbed in the streets of Madrid. Yes, she went there for a solo vacation when suddenly a man snatched her bag. Just like in the cliché movies, Elliott appeared just at the right moment and chased the man. He successfully got her bag and when they looked into each other's eyes, Kate described it to be "true love". Of course, I rolled my eyes. I've never heard of anything more pathetic in my life.

"How sure are you that you should marry this man? You fucked in Spain, so what?"

"No, Ana. We made love," I hated the way she said it with imaginary hearts forming in her eyes. Did Cupid strike too much arrows on her?

"Kate, give me one good reason why."

I almost thought that she would run out of reasons but this is Kate we're talking about. She's not a law student if she doesn't have any rebuts. She just told me, "I asked the universe for a sign. Remember when I told you that when I was ten, I wrote my name on a one dollar bill? Ana, Elliott got that bill! It's been with him for fifteen years!"

And so . . . whatever. They're going to end up divorced anyway.

Kate talked about Elliott 24/7. It's never like before but I'd rather have her talk about this stupid upcoming wedding instead of her explaining the laws and constitution to me. I've never been the lawyer type. I never will be. I'm a columnist for a women's magazine called "LUSH" and no, we don't talk about the constitution.

"Ana, Elliott's got this brother who is a big time businessman! Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.? He's the CEO of the company. He's very busy. He's the complete opposite of Elliott actually."

"Shut up, Kate. I'm writing my column."

And in that moment, I just wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I remember that? Why didn't I recall that Kate told me about Elliott's brother named Christian? When he told me his name before that one night stand, why didn't I just remember? This has got to be the most absurd thing that's ever happened. If I knew about this, I would have never done it with him.

"Uhm . . . Ana?"

"Huh?" I'm suddenly transported back to the present where the four of us eat brunch together.

"I've called your name three times. You zoned out or something."

I shake my head, "Oh no, I was just thinking about something."

Christian then asked, "What were you thinking about?"

I instantly glared at him. I don't know this guy but the way he asked me that implied that he already knew the answer. Oh hell, this guy's a tease and he's gonna make me suffer a lot, I could tell. His expression is smug. Although he kept his formal posture, he seemed cocky.

To make matters worse, Kate laughed, "You were thinking about the best sex of your life?"

"Kate!" I hissed. She's embarrassing me.

"What? It's not like Elliott and Christian aren't aware of it."

"Yeah, I'm totally aware of it," Christian gives that cocky smirk and he winks at me when Kate and Elliott aren't looking. I raise my middle finger at him for a second obviously pissed that he's being such a teasing ass.

"Look guys, we're here to have brunch, okay? Let's not talk about Ana's sexcapade. It makes me feel awkward," at least Elliott got some kind of gentleman in him. Maybe I could change my mind about him. Maybe he won't really break Kate's heart.

Oh Ana, with all you've been through, you still believe that a guy won't hurt you?

The brunch continued to be silent as Elliott and Kate just talked about their plans of going around the world for their honeymoon. Kate's thinking of stopping law school for a year just so she can focus on her married life. I don't agree with that decision but regardless of what I say, she will never listen and she'll always insist that she's right. She's going to be a lawyer after all.

A small inch of my skin touches Christian's for second when our elbows accidentally bumped. His white sleeves were rolled up and I happen to wear my black tank top. We stared at each other, eyes filled with fire. I knew he felt it. I knew that he felt that spark. I don't understand.

How could such a small action cause so much electricity?

I feel like if we do it again, I am going to be electrified to death.

Wait, Ana, do it again? That's against your rules! Remember, you have your own set of rules!

While Elliott and Kate kept on talking about their serendipitous love story, Christian and I stay quiet. They probably think we're listening but they don't know what's happening underneath the table.

Christian's hand sneakily roams all the way up my thighs underneath my knee-length denim skirt. His fingers sensually trace my sensitive skin and I bite my lip to fight back a moan. I should stop him. I shouldn't let him do this but it just feels so good. His hands move up and up and up until it reaches mine, sneaking beneath my wet panties.

I glanced at him and his skin slightly turned red. I bet he's hard after feeling how soaking wet I am. My legs are shaking as his finger teases my clit spreading the wetness all around.

"Ana, are you okay?" Kate asks looking at me like I appear to be weird.

All I can do is nod. I don't want her to hear my voice now. It's a bad idea.

"Oh, she's fine. She's enjoying it," Christian said confidently as if there's nothing going on here. In fact, while he's saying that, his fingers enter further and start plunging in such speed. I'm barely holding it in. Up and down, swiftly. That's what his finger does. His index finger hits all right places and I'm trying hard not to twitch my body in response. I don't think I could.

"Enjoying what?"

"The food," Christian smirked.

Kate then gushed about the food and Elliott always agreed with her. They talked about the possible ingredients for this special garlic bread while me? I was losing my mind!

His speed increases incredibly fast and I knew that if we weren't in a public place, I would have screamed his name out loud. How could he be so good at this? No one's ever made me feel this kind of excitement before and I'm no stranger to sex. His finger twists and so did my toes.

That's it.

I came.

I freaking came.

How embarrassing.

I was flushed while Christian just did nothing. He continued eating with the hand he didn't use. His other one rested on my knee, thumbs rubbing in slow motion.

We gazed at each other and I got scared.

Because like our skins, our eyes locked together had some kind of spark.

~~~Somewhere in the Middle~~~

Kate and Elliott met a mutual friend outside the restaurant and they were talking for so long. Of course, that meant telling their love story and eventually handing out an invitation.

Christian and I were standing by his Mercedes Benz car, our backs pressed against it.

"Do you feel it too?"

"Feel what?" I'm playing dumb.

"This . . . electricity between us. It's . . . irresistible."

I turn to look at him and he even looks more handsome standing among the broad daylight. His chest is hard, shoulders broad, height standing tall, and his eyes . . . his eyes are so beautiful. They remind me of the storms in the Pacific. Or how I imagined them to be.

My tongue betrays me.

"Yes, I do feel it."

His expression turns serious and his jaw clenches, "Are you on pill?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you clean?"

"Of course, I am!"

Where is this interrogation going?

Then he straightened his back and stared at me seriously in the eyes, "Ana, listen, I am not looking for a relationship. I don't believe in that crap. I am a thirty year old man who has needs and I have no shame to admit that since the night we slept on the couch, I have craved to taste you again. In fact, I want you so much that I couldn't keep my hands to myself an hour ago. Would you like to do it with me? I am clean. I am careful. I assume you are too. I mean, I woke up without you so I assume you don't want a relationship too."

I confirm, "I am not the deep fairytale type of relationship girl. I don't believe in love."

"I don't too," he said.

"So what are you saying? That we're going to be fuck buddies?" I'm straightforward so he should be straightforward too.

"I don't want to use that term. That's overrated. Let's call ourselves "Middle". We're somewhere in the middle."

"Okay," I still think fuck buddies though.

"Okay?"

"I agree," I decided to follow what I want. I only got one life to live. This meant I must do the things I want. What's the harm in this? It feels good. This isn't right but the forbidden things always taste the best.

"Tonight, my place," I added.

He gives me that same sexy smirk, "Alright. Give me the address."

I wrote my address down my notepad and handed it to him.

After handing it over, he said, "The ultimate rule? No falling in love."

"We got no problem with that," I said confidently.

"No problem then," that's what he said.

I cannot wait for tonight.

Author's Note:

Wow! 36 Reviews for the first chapter?! You guys are so amazing! Thank you for reading my story. Yes, the characters are cold and stoic but secrets are going to be unravelled as the story goes far. What can I say? Let's all enjoy the ride.

Thank you!

Margo.