Two weeks pass and almost every night I've been going over to Rachel's apartment. But it's not scheduled or assumed even, it's not like I go over every day after work or at a specific time. No, I foolishly wait for her to text me because after the first few days I figured the pattern would continue and I was right. She texts me every night to say come over, but at totally different times. We basically go over and she turns on a movie to make herself look innocent, then she initiates the kissing and we make out until she decides we should stop. I know, I'm weak I shouldn't let her walk over me like this, but her lips are something I can't say no to.

They sometimes feel like booty calls when she contacts me so late and so the first time that happened I went over expecting more. She texted me after midnight and I went over excitedly. We were on the couch making out as always, ignoring the movie playing right in front of us. My excitement was taking over and as I kept getting more and more into it she didn't stop me, confirming to me that I was right and tonight would be the night. My hand found it's way to her thigh and slowly started traveling up until I was inches away and she broke away from the kiss. She looked down at my hand.

"What are you doing?"

"What?" I said, removing my hand guiltily.

She takes a deep breath as if preparing to give me a long lecture.

"It's one in the morning," I point out to her.

She gives me a surprised look.

"So?"

"So…you called me this late to just make out?" I ask.

She doesn't answer.

"What, you really needed to kiss someone that badly? That's it?" I taunt her slightly.

"What, is that so bad?" she inquires stuffing her nose up in the air.

I give her an accusing look and after a few seconds she avoids eye contact with me. I shake my head at her stubbornness.

"Well, then I need to go home. I have work tomorrow." I tell her and stand up.

"Wait, why?" she suddenly pleads to me.

I give her a confused look.

"What do you want me to do, just keep coming at your will to make out and then leave when you say? I'm not gonna sit around forever. Maybe if I knew there was something to wait for…"

"So, that's it? That's all you're waiting for…sex?" She yells at me.

"If we were together then I'd wait okay, but we're not you're just using me for your sick pleasures and so yeah if I'm disrupted at one in the morning then it better be for something good- especially after two weeks of this!"

Her face appears furious, but I'm not backing down. She stands up now and faces me. I wait for her glorious response, but her face just holds what looks like anger. The next thing I know she pushes me back onto the couch with such force I fall right onto it. She straddles me and I look up at her, feeling my skin heating up instantly. The anticipation has grown for so long, this moment, even the idea of it happening right now is unbearable. Her hands take hold of the collar on my shirt and then she suddenly pulls my shirt open, causing all the buttons to snap open. Her hands roam over my chest slowly as she lets out a long, dragged out breath making my skin shiver. Now, she's bending down and her lips are getting closer and closer to mine. She stops an inch away. I'm about to reach up and kiss her myself because I'm so ready I don't think I can wait another minute with this intensity she's putting my under. But right before I do she whispers over my lips instead.

"You should really consider waiting," she breathes over me. "Because I can promise you, it'll be worth waiting for."

I can't imagine anything other than sex itself being hotter than this. Which is why even if she has convinced me I want to wait for her, I don't know about being able to stop what's happening right now. Unfortunately, I don't hold the power here and she runs her hands down my skin one last time before getting up and off me. She sits down next to me and looks straight ahead, as I don't move. I finally look over at her.

"You are mean."

She looks over at me with a winning smirk and I can't help but smile back at her. I leave after that, not ever giving her a real answer, but I think we both know what my answer is.