A/N My sincerest apologies for the giant gaps between updates. I have no idea if there's anybody still interested in reading my story, but I am still interested in writing it. I am going to work my hardest to finish this fic even if I can't give you a timeline on how quickly that will happen. I will be back with the next chapter as soon as possible. Thanks as always to anyone who takes time to leave me feedback, it is always appreciated.

"You owe me," I tell Naomi matter-of-factly.

She leans up on her elbow and flashes me the cheekiest of grins. It makes me melt inside and also makes me want to kiss her again. Not that I really need an excuse to want to kiss Naomi again, she's rather good at it. "Owe you for what exactly?"

We're lying on the floor, a position I'm not quite sure how we found ourselves in, the opposite direction of one another. I follow her lead and sit up a little so know we're looking right at each other. My stomach does a summersault and I can feel my heart rate pick up. It's almost like the last few minutes that we haven't been making eye contact has allowed me to forget how striking Naomi is.

I'm not even sure how that's even possible.

She's that gorgeous.

"Well, I paid for that movie and you distracted us so much we didn't even get a chance to watch." I explain while trying my hardest not to smile.

Somehow my infamous poker face isn't working with Naomi.

I don't know if that's good or whether I should be worried about it.

"Yeah?" Naomi responds while doing that thing that she does with her mouth that is quickly becoming a weakness of mine.

And it's only been a few days that I've known her.

Well, a few days plus a decade I suppose if we want to get technical. I keep forgetting that little aspect of our history together. Not that I'm saying we're together together, because that would ludicrous and completely the opposite of not rushing things which is what my intentions are.

I wonder if now would be the right time to bring up that little tidbit of information.

I'm reluctant to, though, for a number of reasons. I think the whole thing could result in a lot of awkwardness between Naomi and me. I much prefer the flirting and snogging we've been engaged in recently versus the alternative. Plus, if she does remember, why hasn't she brought it up? And if she doesn't remember is it even worth saying anything?

"Earth to Emily," Naomi starts to wave her hand back and forth and that's enough to break the internal debate raging in my head. "Are you normally this spacey?"

If I couldn't see the expression on Naomi's face or hear the tone of her voice there's a chance I could take that as an insult instead of the teasing I know she's doing. I try to think of something witty to say. Some way to continue the lovely bantering we always seem to be engaged in, but I've got nothing.

That is so not like me.

"Should I take that as a yes?" Naomi asks before laughing.

I don't have time to react or feel slighted by her comment because her fingers have found their way to my hand and suddenly I don't care much about anything else right now. Her touch is so light it's almost like she's a ghost but I feel her in almost every part of my body. She's leaning forward and is sitting nearly upright. My mouth appears to be having difficulty opening and my throat has gone desert dry.

How can Naomi have such an affect on me?

Better yet, do I really care?

"I wasn't being serious," Naomi whispers and I'm pretty sure the answer to my last question is a resounding no. "I don't think you're some kind of head case."

"Good to know," I reply, thankfully with a chuckle. My behaviour was headed towards Weirdtown.

Naomi lets out a big dramatic sigh and then she lies back down. "I guess I must just be boring you." She pretends to look wounded. "Had to happen eventually."

I fake yawn, playing along, "I'm glad you were able to figure that out on your own. " I copy Naomi and lie back down so we're not really looking at each other. "Saves me from trying to figure out how to let you down gently."

"I can see how hard that must have been on you." Naomi says continuing our charade. Unbeknownst to me she's about to take things up a notch. "I better be going then. Don't want to be around when you fall asleep on me."

That is the last thing I want.

And Naomi knows that.

I do believe she's playing a little game of chicken with me.

"Can you see yourself out?" I ask coolly. "Seeing as this night has been a total bust there's still time for me find something better to do."

Two can play at this game.

Naomi doesn't respond immediately and I allow myself a moment to revel in my victory. That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.

The longer the silence goes on, however I admit I start to feel a twinge of nervousness. Is it possible I made a miscalculation? Did I push things too far? Did I just fuck up big time?

When I finally work up the nerve to look at Naomi, I see her smirking at me.

She's fucking smirking at me!

How did that happen?

"Got you nervous, didn't I?" She asks so smugly on anyone else I'd find it annoying. On Naomi though, I find it unbelievably attractive.

I'm pretty sure that means I'm a lost cause and I don't seem to have a problem with that.

"Whatever," I reply dismissively, but we both know I'm lying. "I wasn't worried at all."

Naomi isn't having any of it, "Oh, Emily, you're cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not flustered!" I protest without really taking in that Naomi called me cute. "I'm not!"

"If you say so," Naomi says with an air of superiority that should infuriate me. "Maybe I really should be going, seeing as I've upset you."

What?

What is Naomi doing?

What is going on?

I'm really confused and can't figure out what the hell is happening.

Naomi starts to get up so I rush to her and then gently grab her arm. Once again I'm greeted with the sight of a triumphant Naomi. "Anyone ever tell you how easy you are?"

I don't have the chance to respond to her statement because in my haste to reach my infuriating companion for the night, I lose my footing. "Shit!" I let out right before I tumble towards the ground, taking Naomi with me.

Serves her right.

We end up tangled together on the floor, just like the other night. And just like the other night we start laughing.

We're both idiots.

Playing a stupid game like that for no reason.

Serves us both right.

On the other hand, if playing games with Naomi leads to us being on the floor a lot, I won't complain.

It's really hard to get up because neither of us can keep our composure for very long so we keep ending up even more entwined together. It's like something out of a bad romantic comedy.

I try one more time to regain some of my dignity, but fail miserably like I've been constantly doing over the last little while. This time I end up right on top of Naomi and both of us aren't laughing anymore.

The feeling of déjà vu is with me again.

All my thoughts of taking things slow, of not rushing into anything, of enjoying the sweetness of getting to know Naomi leave my mind. How can I have those thoughts when my whole body is pressed into hers and desire is starting to take over?

It rushes through me faster than I know how to react to it.

Liquid hot desire that leaves me breathless.

I'm staring right into Naomi's icy blue eyes that cause the temperature in my hotel room to shoot up. Her lips are calling to me but I can't seem to move.

I'm frozen because the rational part of my brain knows that I should not give into what my body is shouting for me to do. I'm not looking to shag Naomi and then move on. I really want to get the chance to learn more about her and sex will only complicate that.

But the non-rational part me is telling me that I'll get to have incredibly hot sex with Naomi.

Multiple times, I'm sure.

You can see my dilemma.

I never really believed that two people could have such incredible chemistry together in such a short amount of time, but clearly I was wrong. Whatever is going to happen now, or down the road, there is no denying that I'm very attracted to the woman beneath me.

And I'm going to wager that the feeling is entirely mutual.

"Emily," Naomi groans, her voice giving away exactly what she's feeling.

Just as I suspected.

"Yeah," I reply, my lips hovering over hers.

I really, really, really hope we're not about to repeat exactly what happened the first time we found ourselves in this position.

Naomi pushes her body up, but not in a way that makes me believe she's trying to get up or that she's about to get sick. "Kiss me," she demands and any resolve I had to keep things from escalating beyond the point of no return goes flying out the window.

I close the gap between Naomi's mouth and my own without a second thought. This time the kisses between us are anything but soft. They're hard, hungry and all consuming. I find myself getting lost in them and not caring in the least.

Naomi's fingers move from the floor to my hair. It's like she's using them to keep me in place but she doesn't have to be worried about me leaving. That's not about to happen anytime soon.

When I can't really breathe anymore I reluctantly stop kissing Naomi, but my lips don't take a break for long. Instead they start moving along her jawline all the way to her neck. I'm guessing she's a fan of what I'm doing because of she's voicing her approval.

Noises that fuel my desire to a point I don't think I've really felt before.

And I've definitely never been this turned on wearing so many clothes. As my mind starts to wonder what being naked with Naomi might feel like I'm brought back to the present by Naomi bringing my mouth back to hers.

Her hands are now on my back, making their way under my shirt.

Fuck.

Fuck yeah.

This is so much better than I ever could have dreamed of.

Or fantasized about as it was.

The room is quiet except for the noises and sounds of pleasure we're both making.

It's therefore a big surprise when Naomi stops kissing me. I look down to see why we're no longer connected by our mouths. I see that her hair is all messed up, her lips can't hide what we've been doing and her face is as flushed as mine feels.

Fuck she's sexy.

I decide not to question Naomi about why she stopped and instead I decide that thinking is way overrated. I lean down to resume what we were doing, but Naomi talks before I can cover her lips with mine.

She points her finger downwards and I'm completely clueless as to why. "Happy to see me?"

"Huh…what…" I shake my head a little to try and make sense of what she's asking me. It finally dawns on me what she might be implying and while I enjoyed our joking around before, I'm not enjoying it now. It makes no sense to me that she'd rather kid around than continue our intense and amazing make out session.

"You're vibrating," Naomi explains but what she's saying still doesn't make sense to me. My confusion must be evident because she keeps going. "I think your mobile is in your pocket and it won't stop vibrating."

"Oh." Well that clears that mystery up. "I don't really care if I'm being honest."

I really fucking don't.

In fact, to show Naomi how serious I am about not caring, I think throwing my phone against the wall to make sure it doesn't interrupt us again sounds like a smashing idea.

Pun not intended.

"It could be important." Naomi says, her voice is quiet and I swear there's some kind of meaning behind her words, but I can't figure out what that might be.

In my defense, the lust-filled thoughts running through my head might be the reason.

I know I'm not going to win this battle and the sigh that I let out as I sit up and off Naomi probably does nothing to hide how frustrated I am. It's not like I'm mad at Naomi, but I can't figure out why all of a sudden she's pulling back. Maybe the intensity of the moment caught her off guard and she needs a little breather.

Let's hope that's the case.

I give Naomi a small smile before I answer my phone that's started to vibrate again. I want her to know I'm not upset with her even if I am upset that we're no longer pressed so deliciously close together.

On the bright side there's no reason why we can't find ourselves like that again.

"What?" I practically shout into the phone.

Oops.

I might not be mad at Naomi, but there's a very good chance I'm going to wring the neck of the person who's calling me repeatedly.

They have the worst timing ever.

"Oi! Bitch! What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?"

"Hello, Katie," I sigh. It's going to take forever to calm her down.

"Don't 'Hello, Katie" me!" she exclaims causing me to move the phone from my ear. "You want to explain why you're acting like such a cow?"

I knew this wasn't going to go well.

"I'm sorry," I tell her through my gritted teeth. "That was rude…"

"Yeah, it really fucking was," she agrees. Her voice has dropped a few decibels and my eardrums are thankful for that.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I shut my eyes. "Can I ring you back? I'm…"

"Uhm, no you can't," she snaps, cutting me off. She starts rambling about nothing I care about and when I look over at Naomi to try and apologize for what is undoubtedly going to be a long conversation I see her getting up.

Fucking Katie!

"Don't go," I plead, not caring if I sound pathetic. "Please."

I make sure to mute the call so Katie can't hear that I'm not focused on her.

Naomi turns around and before I can say anything else, she presses her lips really softly against mine. "I promised Darcy I wouldn't be late tonight. I'm sorry."

"Ok, I understand," I lie.

Things have gotten strange between us and I don't know why.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Naomi promises before she leaves.

My head is spinning from the recent turn of events, both the good and the confusing.

"Yeah, I'm here," I tell Katie as I flop back on the sofa. She is going on and on about something I'm not paying attention and one thought keeps repeating itself over and over again in my head.

Sisters ruin everything.

It's been about nineteen hours since Naomi left in a hurry last night. Not that I'm obsessively counting or anything.

She hasn't called me yet.

I have heard from her a couple of times via a few brief text messages, but that's about it.

I've replayed the events of last night countless times, certain parts more than others, and I still can't figure out Naomi's disappearing act. I wish she'd stop taking off on me.

Granted the first time wasn't her fault.

Still, I'd really like to know why she left in such a haste and why she reacted so strangely to Katie's call.

I'm not one to push, though, so I'm going to trust Naomi when she said she was going to call. I'll be patient and let things play out the way they're supposed to play out.

The sound of someone pounding on my door is enough to stop my Naomi-fueled thoughts.

For now anyway.

I check to see who it is and even though a part of me wished it was the blonde that hasn't truly left my thoughts since I first laid eyes on her at that party, I had a gut feeling that it wasn't her.

I barely have the door unlocked before my sister comes barging through.

"Took you long enough," she complains before letting go of the multiple pieces of luggage she's been carrying. "Happy to see me?"

Naomi's words from last night are echoed back at me and it makes me wish that I was back to that moment with her, before my phone rang.

"Jesus, could it be any fucking hotter here?" Katie asks while making her way over to the bar. "I don't understand know how you can stand it."

"Please make yourself at home." I tell her, my sarcasm at an all-time high.

"Oh, I plan to." Katie says after she fixes herself a drink. "Me and Eff are going to be staying with you a few days. I know you don't mind."

Could this get any worse?

It's not that I don't love my sister, but I had to share a room with her growing up and I was sure I'd left those days behind me.

"Any particular reason you can't stay in your own room?" I inquire as nicely as possible.

"Because she blew all her money in L.A. shopping," Effy explains, her voice as monotone as ever. "We barely had enough cash to make it here.

I didn't even notice Effy had entered the room.

She has a way of doing that.

Effy lights up a smoke and takes the drink that Katie made for her. She sits down on the floor, the floor that Naomi and I were on last night, and then takes a look around. "Nice place."

"You know, there's only bed and as close as I am to you two…" I'm hoping that Katie will catch on to the fact that I'm not keen to be roomies with the two of them.

"No problem, we can crash on the sofa," Katie seems oblivious to what I was implying or she's just ignoring me.

It's likely the latter.

Katie usually gets what she wants.

It's been that way for as long as I remember and I don't really expect that to change any time soon.

"Fine," I huff, not wanting to get into an argument with her.

"So I heard you really blew your last tournament," Katie says with a laugh. "That's not like you at all."

"Always so supportive," my mood is going from bad to worse. I know Katie really doesn't mean anything by it, but that doesn't mean I have to like being teased.

"What the fuck, Emily?" Katie barks. "Lighten up."

"Something's wrong," Effy announces, her eyes haven't left mine since she arrived.

"Nothing's wrong!" I insist a little too hard.

The two of them won't stop looking at me and it's making me very uncomfortable.

I never should have agreed to Katie's idea of coming out to visit me.

"Eff is right," Katie says, "you're different somehow."

What is up with the two of them?

And can they please leave me alone?

Effy puts her cigarette out and quickly lights up a second one. "Emily met someone."

How the fuck does she know that?

I need to get out of here.

Right now.

"Oh my god, you're right!" Katie squeals loudly. "I can see it all over her face."

"Must be someone special," Effy surmises, but doesn't explain how she's reached that conclusion.

"You're both mad," I snap. "Mad!" I need a break from these two and their uncanny ability to know exactly what is going on with me. "I'll be right back."

I make a beeline for the door before either one of them can stop me. I just need a few minutes to get my shit together and hopefully by the time I return my sister and Effy will be consumed by something other than whether I've met someone.

A girl can dream.

Of course when I open the door who should be standing on the other side of it?

Naomi.

Perfect timing.

"Hey," she says timidly. "Sorry I haven't called you, but I was hoping I could come in and we could talk."

Oh fuck me.

I really don't want Naomi to meet Katie just yet.

I need to prepare her for my sister and what she's like.

There's nothing wrong with Katie, but she can be a bit full-on at times and that has the tendency to scare some people.

Plus we have things to discuss and with my new houseguests that won't be possible.

"Now really isn't a good time," I explain quietly as I shut the door behind me. "Can we catch up later?"

I'm too flustered to have a proper chat.

"I just wanted to say about last night…" Naomi keeps her eyes on the ground but then she looks up at me before continuing. ""I know we haven't really discussed what was going on between us but…"

The door behind me is flung open before Naomi can finish what she was going to say.

"You must be the girl my sister met." Katie says proudly. "I knew it!"

I really hate my life sometimes.

"I'm Katie," my sister says, sticking her hand out to shake Naomi's. "We're not identical twins by the way, so in case you get any inappropriate thoughts, I don't swing that way."

Naomi seems just as taken aback by my sister's brashness as I am.

"Katie!" I exclaim before she can make the situation any worse. "Shut it."

Naomi takes my sister's hand and then she gets this look on her face that I can't quite figure out. "Thanks for letting me know. I wouldn't want to get confused and fuck you with my big strap-on by mistake."

My mouth falls open as Naomi's response leaves me speechless.

Katie bursts out laughing and Naomi seems pretty pleased with herself.

"Oh, she's feisty," Effy says from inside the suite. "I like her."

That makes two of us.

My sister puts her arm around my shoulder, "Ems here promised to take me and Effy out tonight," she says even though that never happened. "You must come with."

It's like I'm witnessing a train wreck and can't stop it from happening.

"I'd love to," Naomi eventually replies, but I admit she does look apprehensive. She leans in and kisses my cheek. "We'll talk later," she whispers in my ear. "I better go get ready."

I'm left staring at an empty hallway after she leaves and my sister goes back inside my hotel room.

I am unable to figure out what exactly just happened.

On the other hand I get to see Naomi again so that can't be bad.

Right?

Except I can't stop thinking about what she was going to say to me earlier and the thought of that conversation leaves me with a pit in my stomach that won't go away.