The weekend at the lake house was a fun, great time with friends. Even eventful with Mia finding out, but it's getting better with her. But the night at the club changed something between Christian and I. A spark of jealousy was brought on and made it uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

I've kept my distance from him for two days, and now I sit in my office, brainstorming ideas how to end things gently. Except now, I have to meet Mia at the bridal store to help try on some bridesmaid dresses.

I'm overwhelmed as I enter the shop, they're white dresses everywhere. Mia is seated on one of the oversized couches, flipping through magazines. She's wearing a white, sleeveless button up underneath a gray dress and jumps up when she spots me.

"Finally you made it!" She tugs me into a tight hug, and I grunt as I feel the oxygen leave my lungs.

"Can't. Breathe." Mia chuckles and releases me. She examines my striped button-up blouse tucked into my tan skirt, and I furrow my eyebrows. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just remembering when you didn't know how to dress, and look at you now." I roll my eyes.

When we were both in college at Washington University, my style wasn't exactly how it is today. I practically lived in my worn out black leggings and a very oversized sweater. It was my go-to outfit for everything. Until, Miss Future Fashion Designer Mia begged to give me a makeover before going home with her for thanksgiving our freshman year. The style guru changed my life and the way I dress forever. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have met Christian. Crazy how things turn out, am I right?

"Where's Kate?"

"She has a lot of meetings today, and can't make it." I nod. "Now, get into that dressing room and try on my first pick!" The dress is hung on the hook, and it is pretty. I undress, and slip on the short light pink dress. Taking one last breath, I walk out in front of Mia and she gasps.

"Wow."

"What? Is something wrong with it?" I twirl around in front of the mirror, making sure nothing is abnormal.

"No, no. You look gorgeous." She grins a wicked smile. "You know, if my brother saw you in that, he'd have a heart attack."

I admire myself in the mirror again, and I try getting a good look at the back of the dress. Even though it's something I wouldn't have picked, I can't deny that it looked amazing. My long legs and brunette hair goes really well with the color.

"It is very pretty." I mumble, and Mia snaps a picture of me. "What are you doing?"

"Saving it, so you can send it to Christian." I shake my head.

"What's with you liking Christian and I's dysfunctional relationship right now?"

"Well, I've been thinking about it and I'm all for you two." I raise a brow.

"Why?"

"Once I got over the initial shock, I remembered the whole reason I introduced you to him was so you two could get together." My eyes widen. "Imagine, if you guys get married, then my best friend would be my sister-in-law."

"Whoa, slow down! How many times do I have to explain to you that our relationship is strictly physical." I enter back into the dressing room, to redress myself into my work clothes.

"You go on and keep believing that, and then when I turn out to be right, which I always am, I get to rub it in your face." I roll my eyes and decide if I should fill her in on my dilemma.

"Actually, I was thinking maybe I should call the whole thing off," I confess, opening the curtain and going towards Mia. She tilts her head.

"How come?" I shrug.

"Well, I don't know. I just-" I pause, and started thinking. Why was I going to call it off? Because I'm worrying that I just might be starting to feel something more? I can't tell Mia that. Especially not now because of the conversation we're having.

"It's fine, Ana. You don't need to explain anything to me, but Christian is my brother, so please don't hurt him." I nod. "Speaking of Christian, now that I've decided on the dress you're wearing, I better check over what he's wearing."

"Good idea! He could totally upstage your fiancé with one of his Armani suits."

"Never, ever. I won't allow it." I laugh. "So what are you wearing to your big event for that Daniella Lucille?"

"Jose and I decided over this white dress." I explain and pull out my phone to show her a picture.

"Whoa, baby! You'll look hot." The photo surely doesn't do it justice. "Do you still need me to go to the event?" I shake my head.

"No, Christian said he wanted to go and at least, I can count on him staying by my side the whole night." Mia crosses her arms.

"That was just one time! I didn't mean to run off without telling you."

"I know, I know. Just teasing you." I check my watch, and my lunch break is over. "I have to get back to work. I'll ring you later." We exchange hugs, and I'm on my way to my office.


As I get off work, I decide to make a spontaneous trip over to Christian's. I've opted to stop being a baby and distancing myself from him. I call Taylor beforehand to say that I'm coming over, but not to tell Christian. The elevator ride up doesn't take long as I'm the only passenger inside it. It dings, and the doors open. I can smell the aroma of Italian food, and it's making my mouth water.

Before surprising Christian, I pop in the kitchen to say hello to Gail and she gives me a piece of bread to try. I then, tip toe quietly down the hallway, towards his study and the door is cracked open. Peeking inside, I find him hunched over at his desk, with his reading glasses on and staring at a pile of papers in his hands.

"Ahem, hi." I whisper, and his head snaps up. His serious, stress face changes, suddenly to a huge smile and a glow.

"What do I owe this unexpected visit?" I shrug.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing."

"I'm good, and you?"

"Me too."

On the drive over here, I've made my decision. Tomorrow, after the big event, I'm going to call it all off, and because of that, I just want tonight to be perfect just in case thing aren't going to be same between us for awhile.

Gail calls us to tell us that dinner is ready, and I'm starving. We eat at the breakfast bar, and I can't have enough lasagna. I stuff my face, meanwhile having our usual conversation about everything that's happening in our lives.

After dinner, I go over to the couch and snuggle myself into a blanket. Christian grins, and joins me. He pulls me over to him, so he can put his arms around me. I don't mind at all, and curl myself into his body. The remote is next to me, and I turn on a rerun of Friends. I'm concentrating on watching the episode, but I feel Christian's lips run down my neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you." His mouth mumbles against my skin, but I pull away and lift my head to face him.

We both stare intensely at each other, and he surprises me by putting his lips onto mine. It's a gentle, passionate kiss that takes my breath away. This kiss is different from the others that we've shared. Instead of it always being rough and rushing, he was kissing me sweetly and I could feel it in the tips of my toes. Christian makes a move to pull my blouse off, but I back away and put his hands into mine.

"Follow me." We both stand up from the couch, and I lead us into his bedroom. I stand before him, in front of the bed.

Tonight, I want everything to be different and just want to take things slow. Somehow, he knows how I'm thinking and tangles his fingers into my hair before lowering me onto the bed with his body hovering over me. Silently, he moves to my neck, kissing the spot just below my ear that he knows that has me always moaning. Christian grabs for the bottom of my blouse and as he slides it up, he places his mouth on every bit of my exposing skin.

"Christian." I moan, tugging on his hair before reuniting our lips together again.

"Patience, baby," he murmurs, against my mouth. My hands find the buttons of his white t-shirt, and I unbutton and slide it off him in one second.

He helps assist taking off my bra, and our bare chests finally ignite. His tender lips leave kisses all along my jawline, making me toss my head back. I can feel my whole body on fire as he takes his time touching every inch of my body. Oh God, I want him so badly, and right now more than I've ever wanted him.

We very slowly, finally take off the rest of our clothes that is restricting us to become closer. I scoot upwards and climb under the covers, Christian doing the same. He takes the claim at hovering over my body, once again. Our mouths passionately battle for a deep kiss.

I already know I'm soaking wet for this man, and I'm ready for him to enter inside of me. Christian doesn't disappoint as he gently slides into my pussy, and I bite down on my lip. He groans as he doesn't move just yet, it's almost like he's trying to remember this exact moment and wants it engraved into his memory.

"Please," I whisper, needing him to start moving. He obliges, and starts up an deep, passionate pace.

This is so incredibly different from all the other times we've had sex. Our eyes never leave each other, as he fills himself whole inside of me. His big, strong hands glide over my body, sending chills down my spine. I can feel myself climaxing, and I know he's going to join me. As Christian slides into me one last time, I clench around his cock and cry out in ecstasy. He moans, releasing all of himself into my pussy. His face drops and nuzzles into my warm neck. Our heavy breaths fill up the whole room, and exhaustion quickly overcomes me. I close my eyes, and I'm out like a light.


I wake up with the painful need to pee, and I find myself still underneath Christian. Half of his very warm body on top me and his left arm wrapped around my waist like ivy. Slowly, I lift his arm off and slide out from his grasp. I watch him tiredly try to reach out for me, but I find a pillow to occupy him. He cuddles into it, and a sleepy smile appears on his face.

The clock on the nightstand reads 2:22 am, and I find Christian's white shirt at my feet. I throw it on, and button it up as I enter into the bathroom. The toilet is calling my name, and I scurry over there. I let out a sigh of relieve as the pain leaves my bladder, and I finish up peeing. Afterwards, I walk over to the mirror and stare at my just fucked hair, and many love bites. My mind instantly replays the recent memory that happened just a couple hours ago.

Of all the times we've had sex, tonight hands down was the best sex I've ever had. Which frightened me immensely. There're no words to describe how I feel after everything with Christian, and the thought is making me have a near panic attack. I'm in way too deep. I shut off the bathroom light and go back into the bedroom. Christian is still cuddling my pillow, and my heart glows with how handsome he is. I place a kiss on his forehead, and I sit down next to him.

"I think I'm in love with you," I whisper.


Author's note: Ana's finally admitting her feelings! Except, Christian's asleep and doesn't hear her. What's going to happen next at the big event? Comment your predictions! Also, don't forget to check out my Pinterest! xo