*Karma's POV*

And I thought I was conflicted before, I think to myself; which is really a testament to my power of will that I'm even able to think right now. Amy is above me, supporting herself just enough that she isn't crushing me but allowing enough pressure that she is all I can see, touch or taste. And damn, does she taste good; all of inhibits are standing on a tiny window sill about the jump out and into the wind. Shane had called through the door a little while ago that he had some errands to run and promptly left, leaving Amy and me in the house alone. I know there is no way that is a coincidence but right now I don't give a damn.

My hands roam up under Amy's shirt to run along her smooth skin and she lets out a slight moan; spurred by the sound I gently but easily flip us until she is beneath me. Pulling my lips from hers I lean down to place light kisses along her neck and under her jaw; Amy lets out another moan and tangles her hands in my hair all the while exposing her neck to me. Before long her hands have found their way to the bottom of my shirt and her hands are shaking as she starts to lift it up. Once the shirt is high enough I break away from her neck; Amy lets out a noise of disappointment which is quickly muted when I pull my shirt over my head and return my lips to hers. Amy runs her hands slowly down my newly exposed skin, causing me to shiver as her hands come to rest at my hips. This time Amy is the one to flip us and feeling her weight on me once again I let out a pleased gasp. Amy sits up, still straddling my hips and her hands go to her shirt to begin undoing the buttons. She keeps her green eyes locked on mine but I can't help but tear my gaze away to stare at her flawless skin and toned stomach. Amy has a smirk on her face and a devilish look in her eyes as she leans but down to kiss me, making sure as much of our bare skins is touching as possible. It's at that moment that my conscious decides to interrupt the party and slap me in the face. Moaning in annoyance I pull my lips from her and push her up gently by the shoulders,

"Amy, stop," I whisper and it's not until I have pushed her up that I realise that her leg has made its way in between mine. The motion of pushing her up causes her to move her leg up and applies a delicious pressure to my centre. I gasp at the contact and shortly after release a groan of frustration, why does she have to make it so hard to do the right thing?

"What's wrong?" Amy asks, her forehead furrowed in confusion and her voice is husky. It just makes me what to throw her down again and have my way with her but I can't.

"You have no idea how hard is it for me to stop myself right now, or how much it is killing me that I have to say it, but we can't do this," I tell her, forcing myself to look at her face so I'm not tempted again.

"Liam," Amy says softly, realisation sinking in.

"Liam," I agree and left out a sigh of relief when she moves her leg away, making it that much easier to control myself.

"Honestly, right now, I just want to say Screw Liam," Amy admits.

"You kind of already have," I reply with a smirk and she levels a light hearted glare at me before moving herself off of me. I laugh a little but I'm already missing her warmth, I look her and wonder if she is thinking the same thing.

"I'm sure it's no secret by now that I want to be with you, but I can't do that, not to my brother. If we are going to be together it can't be while you are still with him," I tell her sadly and she looks at me with understanding eyes.

"I know, it wouldn't be fair to him or to you," Amy replies as she retrieves our shirts from the floor.

Once our shirts are securely on our bodies once again Amy sits back down next to me.

"I do want to be with you Karma, even if that means I have to break up with Liam. I'm going to go talk to him, hopefully he will understand," Amy says softly and presses a kiss to my cheek before getting up to leave.

*Liam's POV*

"That's heavy dude," Cori says after I finish telling her about Amy's distance over the last few weeks.

"I don't know what happened, we were fine a few weeks ago but lately she seems to only be interested in staying away from me. I think she is going to break up with me soon," I reply sadly.

"There's not much you can really do about it I guess," Cori responds looking thoughtful, at least as thoughtful as one can look when they upside down over the side of the bed. Cori's dark brown hair dangles down and pools a little on the floor and her face is starting to look a little red but her blue eyes are clear as they peer up at me.

"Have you tried talking to her about it?" She asks, finally abandoning her upside down position.

"Last time I tried talking to her we ended up having sex," I admit and Cori stops fixing her hair to look at me with a confused look on her face. She straightens and with a swift motion pushes her hair back out of her face and asks, "I may be wrong, but isn't that a good thing?"

"Well it would have been, if Karma hadn't walked in on us," I reply and Cori unsuccessfully stifles a laugh.

"Yikes, it's called a lock, dumbass," Cori smirks at me and I shoot her a glare.

"It's not my fault Amy jumped me," I defend myself and Cori just shakes her head at me.

"Maybe try talking to her again, just don't let her 'jump' you this time," Cori suggests with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess I could call her?"

"Alert the media, Einstein has been reincarnated," Cori replies dryly and waves her hands a little for emphasis. I roll my eyes at her but pull out my phone to call Amy. She picks up after a few rings and I respond, "Hey, we really need to talk."

"Yeah, I'm actually on my way over to talk to you now," Amy replies but i can sense that something is up with her.

"Oh okay cool, I'll see you soon then,"

A few minutes later I hear a knock on the door and Amy walks into my room, she looks like she is about to speak but stops when she catches sight of Cori, still seated on my bed.

Cori jumps up to greet her but I beat her to it, "Amy, this is my best friend, Corrine, Corrine, this is my girlfriend Amy,"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, and please call me Cori,"

Probably without realising it Amy ignores Cori and looks at me before asking incredulously, "Wait, this is Cori?"

"Yeah, were you expecting someone else?" Cori asks and Amy turns to look at her.

"Honestly, I was expecting a brooding artist type, hipster like but without the mainstream," Amy replies and Cori laughs.

"I can go put on some fake glasses and obnoxiously read you some poetry if you'd like?" Cori asks and Amy laughs in response.

"Only if you are offering," Amy replies and I let out a mental sigh of relief that they seem to be getting along.

Maybe Amy and I are okay after all, I think to myself as we all take a seat on my bed and Amy asks Cori about herself, seemingly forgetting whatever it was she wanted to talk to me about.