A/N ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO E L JAMES. I'M JUST A FANGIRL WITH A VERY IMAGINATIVE IMAGINATION.

With this chapter I'm changing the story rating from T to M.

Another thing, this story is half finished already guys! *sniffles* I'm aiming for something 24ish chapter with an epilogue MAYBE in CPOV.

CHAPTER- 12: Moan with me

Girl's night in.

Those three words were sacred in the feminine world. They were probably more sacred to me since I rarely had them.

"Pass me the chocolate." Hannah said from my couch. Elizabeth threw the bag at her absently while she flipped through a bridal magazine. It was official, she was obsessed. She grinned and held up the book for Hannah to see. "No," She said with a roll of her eyes.

Elizabeth groaned. "You've said that for every single dress."

"They're all ugly." Hannah shrugged.

I watched them from the cozy plush chair by the window. It was almost Christmas. Only five more days. Was it normal to feel so… guilty this close to one of the best holidays? I bit my lip. I was too hard on Christian. I overreacted. Or maybe I didn't. Maybe he was just using me. Maybe I was right for not returning any of his eight phone calls.

"This one is gorgeous!" Elizabeth yelled. Hannah only shook her head.

"Maybe I should call him." I announced from where I was.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You can't even consider it before the tenth call."

I wasn't just biting my lip; I was all but gnawing a hole through it. "But-"

"No buts," She said sternly while flipping her pink hair out of her face. "That's the rule. Trust me, I've done this before."

Hannah giggled. "You would have." The only response was Elizabeth showing Hannah the finger at her.

The phone began to ring loudly through the apartment. We all froze. I reached for it, but Elizabeth hissed. "Don't!" She said waving her hand. "Let the answering machine get it.

We waited patiently for it to ring. All the while, I was fidgeting nervously. Did I really want to talk to him? I was mad, but not as much as before. I didn't even give him a chance to explain. After the fifth ring, the sound of my voice filled the room. "Hi, this is not the person you are trying to call! Please check the number!"

*BEEP*

"Ana?" Christian's voice came through the phone. "Your answering machine stopped being cute five calls ago."

We all exchanged looks.

"Come on. I know you're there. You're probably just sitting around with your friends. Right? Well if you are, then, hi Ana's friends."

"Hi." Hannah called back.

"Just let me explain. I've been thinking about you since the last twenty four hours, Ana. I bought you flowers, but I figured you didn't need them since you owned a flower shop." I could just picture him running his fingers through his hair with a frustrated scowl on his face. I cursed myself for finding that image attractive. "Well, it doesn't really matter anyway. The dog ate them, and then threw up all over the place. I guess that's karma, or…something." He let out a small moan. "Answer the phone. Let's talk."

"Don't pick it up." Elizabeth growled.

I heard Christian sigh and pause. "I bet you wouldn't want your friends to know what you tried to do to me while you were drunk…" My eyes widened as Hannah and Elizabeth shot their gazes at me. "Especially the part about how you ripped-"

In one swift motion, I grabbed the phone and pressed the TALK button before he could humiliate me even more. "Stop calling me!" I hissed into the phone.

"Wait!" He cried. "Ana, hold on. Don't hang up."

"You have ten seconds." I said tapping my finger against a cushion.

"I need more time then that!" He said desperately. "Ah… I'm sorry. You're right, I did invite you so I wouldn't look alone. Because I hate being alone. But I wasn't lying when I kissed you. I always want to kiss you. I… I think I love you."

Dur, dur, dur… what?

In complete shock mode, I freaked out and pressed END. Then I threw the phone as if it were a hot potato. It soared across the living room and hit wall with a loud clatter.

What? What the hell was he talking about? Love me? Me? I had to take a large breath.

Elizabeth and Hannah were still staring at me. "That was weird." Hannah decided.

Pushing my messy hair out of my face, I blew out a shaky breath. I was ordering myself not to think about Christian. "Hey, do you want to cut my hair?" I asked at random. They continued to stare at me. "Because I've been thinking about cutting it for a long time, you think it's a good idea?"

They exchanged looks.

Since I was in a mood, I stood up quickly. "Fine, I'll do it." I honestly can't say why I wanted to cut my hair so badly. It just seemed like something to do that wouldn't have any connection to Christian or what he said. I marched into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer.

When I went back to the living room Hannah was watching me carefully. "This probably isn't a good idea." She said carefully.

I waved her off. "Don't worry about it." I said facing the mirror by the door. I gathered my almost waist-length hair, lifted the scissors and…

SNIP.

It took us twenty-five bucks and lots of shouting at the cabbie to find Snips. Mia had mentioned the salon the first time we met. I threw my money at the man and jumped out of the car. I was praying they weren't closed since it was late. With my ruined hair tucked under my bright orange hat, I pulled on the fancy glass doors. They were locked. I actually felt my heart leap. "No, no, no, no, no." I mumbled as Elizabeth and Hannah came up behind me.

"Don't worry," Hannah, said putting a hand on my shoulder. "We can go somewhere else."

"Or," Elizabeth added. "You could just walk around looking like Courtney Love."

I gapped at her. "I think I'm gonna cry."

Just then, someone appeared at the door causing all of us to jump. He was a dark colored, good-looking man who was eyeing us suspiciously. "We just closed." He said (in an obvious fake "Italian" accent) through the glass. I was about to open my mouth when Elizabeth reached up and ripped the cap off my head, letting my hair fall in front of my face. The man actually slapped a hand on his chest and hissed in disgust. He quickly unlocked the door and ushered us inside before anybody could see my hideousness.

"What have you done to yourself?" He asked as he dragged me towards a chair.

"I cut it…" I mumbled.

He spun me around to face the mirror and I finally got a really good look at what I'd done. My hair was about shoulder length, something I hadn't seen in about fifteen years. One side was longer than the other, and the bottom was all jagged and chopped. I think I had a little mental breakdown.

"Are you a professional?" He asked.

"Um… no." I muttered.

He let out a frustrated groan as he ran his fingers through my hair. "I can fix this." He said after a moment. "You're going to be bowing down to me when I'm done."

I shifted in the seat and looked over at Hannah and Elizabeth who were sitting by the window. Elizabeth had found a wedding magazine and was completely absorbed. Hannah on the other hand was picking at her nails while she went through The New Yorker.

"Mia told me to tell you that she sent me here." I told him as I started to relax. It was okay; he was going to fix me.

"You know Mia? Isn't she the sweetest thing?" He cooed then stopped. "Wait, you're not Ana, right?"

"Um… yes?" I wasn't sure if it was okay to be Ana or not?

"This is so exciting! I've heard so much about you! I'm Franco by the way."

Why was it that everyone knew me? "What things have you heard?

"Things about you being Christian's girlfriend."

I bit my lip trying desperately not to let my mind wander to Christian. I was going to freak myself out again. "We're not… together."

He shot me a weird look. "Why not? That man is practically sex on a stick!"

I thought about what sex on a stick would actually look like. It was a little disturbing. "I guess."

"And he has all that hair! And those grey eyes!"

Sure, he did have those amazingly gorgeous eyes. "Yeah…" I only mumbled.

"So why aren't you two… together?"

Because I don't understand anything about him.

I shrugged. "I don't know. We're just not."

He looked down at me through the mirror. "Ah… you mad at him?"

I crossed my arms. "Maybe a little."

"What'd he do?"

"He used me to show up his ex-girlfriend."

"Who? Leila?" He laughed loudly. "Darling, technically they never dated."

I practically threw up my arms. "Why is it that everyone knows more than I do?" He rolled his eyes.

"And by the way, how do you know me?" I asked him.

"Ah...Mia works here! I am her boss. She told me how Christian invited you home and gave you his number."

Noticing my frown Franco explained, "Its just that he never brings a girl home and sure as hell don't give out numbers to girls he just met."

I cannot possibly describe how amazing my hair looked. It barely touched my shoulders and I now had beautiful sweeping side bangs. I tucked it behind my ear and grinned at my reflection. Because my hair wasn't as long it curled at the ends. Something I'd always wanted as a kid.

Even Hannah got her hair done. She'd gotten highlights, which she said she always wanted.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I cried and threw my arms around my new friend Franco. "I look really, really…"

"Hot." Elizabeth supplied without even looking up from her magazine.

"Yeah, hot." I mumbled. "I bet this cost a fortune though."

Franco rolled his eyes. "Naw, it's on the house."

"For real?" I asked wide-eyed.

He shrugged. "Yeah, just don't cut your own hair again. I won't be so nice next time."

Smiling I hugged him again. "Deal."

I left the salon in a much better mood. Christian was still somewhere in the back of my mind, but I pushed it even further back as we walked down fifth avenue. When Elizabeth's phone buzzed, she pulled it out and giggled.

"I bet it's her husband to be." Hannah muttered.

Elizabeth looked up, eyes wide. "I have to go." She said trying to contain her excitement. "And Hannah has to come with me."

I raised my eyebrow at her. We were supposed to stay up all night and get drunk.

"What about the sleepover?" Hannah whined.

Elizabeth grabbed her arm. "Can't tonight. I need your help with that… thing."

Hannah was looking at her as if she had three heads. "What are you talking about?"

"Hannah." She said sternly. "That… thing I was telling you about, which we have to go do at this very moment."

I shot Hannah a weird look. "Are you okay Liz?" I asked.

"I'm fine!" She said with a little giggle. "Come on Hannah."

"I still don't understand what you're talking about." While I stood there baffled, Elizabeth leaned towards Hannah and whispered something in her ear. I strained my neck to hear her, but couldn't. When Elizabeth straightened, Hannah had a surprised look on her face. "Oh…" She said remembering. "That thing… We have to do it now."

I was feeling very left out. "What thing?"

"Nothing. It's just… nothing. We'll see you later, Ana." Elizabeth linked arms with Hannah and they strolled away whispering. They obviously knew something I didn't.

So, I walked home feeling all sorts of things. I felt amazing because of my hair, but I felt confused because of Elizabeth and Hannah. Then there was the whole, I think I love you bullshit. How could he just say that to me over the damn phone? Men were such jerks.

As I got home, I fully expected to see Christian sitting on the front steps. I actually braced myself for it as I turned the corner. But thankfully he wasn't. I could breath easily again. I went up the stairs and all the way up to my apartment. This time I didn't find my door broken in. The second I got in I checked my messages hoping Christian hadn't called a million times. He hadn't. Everything seemed good until…

I went down the hallway and into my bedroom where I literally almost had a heart attack.

Christian was painting my walls. He was standing on a ladder near my bed as he delicately painted. He'd only managed to paint half a wall but it looked amazing. It was flowers. Colorful flowers. They look very old fashioned since my walls were a pale yellow color. He was currently painting a very tall skinny cherry blossom tree and humming while he did it. His back was to me so he had no idea I'd just walked in on him, plus he was listening to the iPod stuck in his back pocket. He continued to hum away while he painted. I'd never really pegged Christian for a hummer.

I didn't exactly know what to do. I wanted to run and never come back, but that wouldn't make sense. Instead, I just watched him for a while. I liked Christian in a tux, but I liked him even more wearing nothing but paint splattered jeans and an old washed out shirt. He stopped every few minutes to inspect what he'd done. Sometimes he'd scratch his head and push his hair out of his face.

When he turned his head, he barely noticed me. Then he did a double take and nearly fell off his ladder. He pulled the headphones out of his ear and threw it down onto my bed. "Ana…" He said a little embarrassed. "Your hair…"

I suddenly hated it, but resisted the urge to reach up to touch it. "What are you doing?" I asked coldly.

He came down from the ladder and placed his palette and brush on the ground. "I owe you a big apology." He said gesturing around himself.

"You can't break into my house and paint my walls, Christian."

"I didn't break in. Elizabeth left me the key under the welcome mat."

She did? Oh God, that's why she took Hannah. She knew he was in my apartment. "You were texting her?"

He nodded awkwardly. I didn't know what to say, but Christian spoke first. "If you don't like it, I can just-"

"Christian…" I sighed. "I'm mad at you. I don't want to see you. You can't just paint flowers on my wall and make it better."

"Why not?"

"Because things just don't work like that."

"No, because you won't let me apologize. I've called you a dozen times, and you haven't answered. How the hell am I going to tell you how sorry I am if you wont talk to me?"

"I don't want you to apologize!" Our voices were rising. "I just want you to leave me alone!"

"For how long?"

"How about forever." I said with a sneer.

He stopped, and his eyes lost their hardness. I felt like a real jerk. He slowly picked up all his things, his brushes and paint, along with the plastic he'd laid out to protect the floor. He shoved them into a bag, which he slung over his shoulder then folded up the ladder. I stopped him just as he was about to walk out of the room by placing my hand on his chest. He glanced down at me.

"I didn't mean what I said." I told him.

"And I didn't mean what I said on the phone. I guess we're even." He said as he left my room.

Ethan was snoring next to me. I sighed and pushed my hair out of my face. Another successful night…

I made my way out of his bed and into the bathroom where I managed to get dressed. The dress I wore had the most complicated strap things in the back. It took me literally twenty minutes to figure it out. It was a total waste since Ethan practically ripped it off without admiring my accomplishment.

When I made my way back to his bedroom to get my shoes I spotted the money on the nightstand. I stared at it for a while, knowing I was going to take it, even though I didn't need it. What if I didn't take it? What if I just left and never came back. It would be like starting over. I wouldn't have to be someone else, or dress up for nothing. I could just be me, just be Ana.

Reaching down, I almost touched the money, and then pulled back. I didn't need it; I didn't even want it.

Smiling a little, I grabbed my shoes and padded out of the room. It was dark save for the large fish tank by the door. I stopped by the glass and stared at the fish. Even though Ethan always reminded me not to tap on the glass, I did. Poor fish, I thought. It must be terribly boring having nothing to do all day, other than swimming in circles. But of course fish have a very short memory, and probably don't care.

So I left. I left holding on to whatever dignity I had left. It probably wasn't much.

I decided not to walk home, even though it was a nice evening. If I walked home, I would have time to think. Thinking was the last thing I wanted to do. Otherwise, thoughts of Christian would fill my head and make me feel like crap. I wasn't even all that angry about the other night at the ballet. I acted childish, but I felt even worse for yelling at him in my room. I didn't deserve an apology, but he still gave me one. I just felt so stupid every time I thought about it.

When the cab turned the corner onto my street, I saw a figure standing at the door to my apartment building. I held my breath thinking it was Christian. It wasn't. The person was a lot smaller. When I climbed out of the cab, I realized it was Kate. Her back was to me, as she rang up to my apartment. I saw that she was wearing a very large white fur coat and high black leather boots, something Catwoman would be proud of.

"Hey," I said wrapping my arms around myself to ward off the bitter cold, and imagining myself in something as warm as a fur coat.

Kate spun. Her blonde hair whipped around her and settled perfectly. "Oh God!" She said sighing. "I love your hair, and you scared me."

"Sorry," What was she doing outside my apartment?

Her painted red lip smiled. "So, I came to apologize." She admitted.

"For what?" I was imagining her with half a head of black hair, and another half of white. She'd look exactly like Cruella De Vil.

"That day." She explained as I lead her through the lobby and up the stairs to my apartment. "I didn't know that she would be there too."

"Leila, you mean?" I asked only hoping to get more information out of her.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Kate said as I walked into my apartment. "And it was like ages ago."

She followed me easily as if she'd been there thousands of times. "It's not even a big deal anymore, right?"

I took off my jacket and hung it up on one of the hooks by the door. Kate kept her huge coat on. "What's not a big deal anymore?" Christian never told me what happened to them. It was one on a long list of things Christian had never told me about himself.

Kate blinked. "Oh, he didn't tell you what happened?" She asked as if I didn't know who Elvis was.

I shook my head. "Ah, no."

Slowly Kate leaned towards me. "Leila kinda used Christian. For money."

What? "Seriously?" My voice almost broke.

"Yeah, and they were well kinda engaged. It was very brief though."

Christian was engaged. I probably shouldn't have been surprised, but I really was.

"And?"

"And…" Kate sighed. "He forgave her."

I almost frowned. That wasn't nearly as juicy as I hoped for. "Just like that?"

She shrugged. "It was a little more complicated, but he forgave her. Christian realized his mistake though."

And mistakes can ruin people's lives.

I didn't really understand but I knew Kate wasn't going to offer anymore. "Do you think Christian still loves her?"

She shook her head and laughed at me like I just said something really cute. "No, I don't think he ever really loved her."

"Why not?"

"There is a difference between liking someone and loving someone. Christian liked Leila. He just got confused, I guess."

She flashed me that smile. "Look, I heard about your friend Elizabeth getting married. Since we're friends now," We are? "I think I should help you out with the bride's maid dresses."

"Ah…"

"Fantastic!" She pulled out a card from somewhere in that giant heap of fur. "Call me and come in. We'll do measurements." She was speaking fast about materials and proper seams as she strolled to the door. I nodded in agreement to everything she was saying only because it seemed the easiest. "Sound good?" She said with a smile that resembled Ava's.

"Yeah, thanks… for… whatever."

She waved. "You know, Ana, I think you'd be perfect for Christian. He needs someone who understands what it's like to be lonely. Well, Merry Christmas Eve." Then with a quick turn, she was gone. I wasn't exactly sure if her comment about me being lonely was good or bad. Was it true? Was I really lonely? Well it was Christmas Eve and I was alone. I could just stay here, or… I could go see Christian. I thought about it as I went to my bedroom where his unfinished paint job was. For the past few days I'd stared at it trying to think of something to say to him. Then I decided I was just going over to ask if we could start over. I showered and changed out of my dress and quickly left the apartment before I could change my mind. It took me forever to catch a cab. I almost talked myself out of it, but just as I was about to give up a free cab pulled up next to me.

Christian's light was on when I pulled up to his building. I practically ran up his stairs, but I managed to pause outside his door. I swallowed my queasiness and knocked briskly.

When he answered the door, I swear his eyes almost popped out of his head. I immediately started to ramble. "Okay, let's start over. We can just pretend the last week didn't happen. We'll just continue where we left off. Where did we leave off? Ah…" I quickly raked my brain. "Oh that would be when I almost ripped off your clothes. Let's just erase that too. Well, let's just erase everything and start over." He was just staring at me with a weird perplexed expression on his face. "Okay, I'll start." I said clearing my throat. "My name is Ana. What's yours?"

Christian simply slid the door open all the way. "Do you want help me decorate the Christmas tree?" He asked.

I bit my lip to hold back my smile. "Yes." Christian had this lopsided tree by the fireplace. It only had lights on it. I smiled at it. "It's so cute."

"I don't have many ornaments." He said walking over to the box marked Xmas. "Mia buys a new one every year."

"Is she here?" I asked looking around the room but only finding Bella snuggled up on the couch, her little paws dangling off the couch.

"No. She's with her family for Christmas."

"And she didn't invite you?"

He began pulling funny little ornaments out of the box and handing them to me. "She invited me. She invites me every year."

"Why don't you go?"

He shrugged. "Christmas is a family thing. I'm not really family."

I didn't ask any more questioned. Instead, I just placed the funny things he gave me on the tree. One was a mouse eating a cube of cheese.

I didn't know what that had to do with Christmas but it looked cute. "I'm sorry I got so mad at you." I said after a while.

"It's alright. I'm sorry for why I invited you."

"So we're even?" I asked.

He nodded. "We're even."

I didn't bring up the fact that he said he loved me. Or he thought he did. Or whatever he said. I felt like things were all right between us again and I didn't want to mess that up. "Why aren't you spending Christmas eve with your um... relatives?"

I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Because I'm spending it with you."

"Didn't they invite you?"

"Gail invites me every year. It's just that..."

"What?"

"Christmas is a family thing. I'm not really family." I said quoting him.

He didn't say anything and I didn't look up to see his expression. Instead, he waited a few minutes before he spoke. "I was going to make a fire… in the fireplace."

"All right." I said. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start up. Everything was awkward and I was sure I could smell the tension. Christian went over to the fireplace and threw some kindling in with the logs. Then he lit a match as I came around to rest my back against the couch. When the fire started going he came over to sit next to me. We didn't say anything at all. When I moved my hand and brushed my fingers against his we both pulled back as if it hurt. I put my hands on my lap and twined my fingers nervously.

"Ana," Christian said looking at the fire.

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

My head snapped up to look at him. "Hmm?" I mumbled again.

"I'm telling you that now, because I don't want you to freak out or pull away. And I want you to know that I'm going to kiss you because I really want to, not because I have alternative motives like not smoking in three weeks. Even though it's really putting me on edge. Especially right now."

My throat was dry but I managed to speak. "All right."

He turned to me and I turned to him. He reached out and brushed his fingers over my cheek. "I'm forgetting all the moves."

I smiled a little and scooted closer to him so our crossed knees bumped. With his fingers still on my cheek I tipped my head up and pressed a very soft kiss against his lips. It only lasted a second but when I pulled away I felt like I'd just run a mile.

"I said I wanted to kiss you."

I bit my bottom lip. "I beat you to it."

His smile was lopsided when he kissed me again. This time longer, but just as soft. It felt ridiculously romantic kissing in front of a warm fire on Christmas Eve. "You smell like apples." He mumbled against the crook in my neck.

My breath was caught somewhere in my throat. "I… It's the shower gel I buy. It smells like apple cider."

His lips were just a whisper away from mine. "I'd like to just pretend you smell like apples for no apparent reason."

I smiled and he pressed a kiss against my neck. When his teeth scraped along my jaw I moaned. It felt like everything was happening slow, but also fast. I felt my fingers pulling at his clothes, and his sliding under my shirt. In one swift motion, I pulled the hem of Christian's shirt up until he had no choice but to draw it over his head. He did the same for my sweater and discarded it over his shoulder. His kisses were sending me over the edge. They got faster and more urgent. I wrapped my arms around his chest, marveling at how wide his shoulders were as he pushed me back against the floor.

When my fingers scraped along his back he stopped kissing me and looked down. "I wasn't looking for this." He said as the tips of his hair tickled my forehead.

"Neither was I."

"Maybe we should stop." He said completely unsure.

"Maybe." I answered weakly.

We didn't. Christian just lowered his lips to mine again. This time it was a frenzy. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other. His hands were everywhere practically making my eyes cross. When I was finally coherent enough I broke my lips away and asked, "Where's your wallet?"

"Why?"

"Do you still have that condom in it?"

His hands groped his pockets. "Ah…" He said looking. "It's around here, I swear to God."

I was breathing heavily as he eased his weight off me. I almost smiled at his mumbled curses, but then he froze. "Oh shit." He said.

"What?"

"No sudden movements." He whispered as he looked over my head. I craned my neck to see, and almost cried. Bella was sitting only feet away with Christian's worn wallet in her mouth. "Come here." He hissed to her. She just tilted her head at him.

I flipped over on my stomach, just as Christian was, and inched towards her. "Bella." I called. "Drop the wallet."

Christian jerked his arm out towards her, which made the dog scurry away as if it were a game. "I swear to God I'll turn you into glue." He growled.

"That's horses." I told him.

"Not the point." He said just as she began pulling things out of his wallet. First went his Starbucks gift card. She nibbled on it for a second before growing bored and pulling out the condom. Both our eyes went wide as she chewed it to shreds.

"That was so mean." I said frowning.

Christian simply collapsed and banged his head against the floor. "Please tell me you have one in that giant bag of yours."

"Sorry." I mumbled and I rested on my elbows. "Don't guys buy condoms in bulk?"

"I didn't even know you could."

"You can buy anything in bulk." I explained.

"Not on Christmas Eve you can't." He mumbled and checked his watch. "Actually it's Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." I said blowing my bangs out of my face.

"Merry it is not…" He replied.

I looked over at him with his face pressed against the floor. On his arm was one of those Nicorette patches. I traced it with my finger. "Do these really work?" I asked.

"No." He moaned.

Smiling I leaned over and pressed my lips against it. "Poor baby."

Groaning he flipped over on his back. "Maybe this is a sign from God telling us not to have sex." He pondered.

"Or maybe the dog was just hungry."

"Maybe." He didn't say anything for a moment. "I like your hair." He decided at random.

I smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I like seeing your neck."

"Aren't you going to tell me all the things that are wrong with it?" I asked moving closer so I could look down at him.

"No. It's perfect." He said tracing his finger along it. I shivered and leaned down to kiss him but stopped short when I heard a loud drawn out moan.

"What the hell was that?"

Christian rolled his eyes. "People moved in downstairs, all they do is have sex." He turned back over on his stomach and pressed his ear to the floor. "This would be the fourth time today."

I pressed my ear against the warm floor and definitely heard the primitive sounds of people going at it. "That's so unfair."

"I bet we can beat them." He said smirking.

"What?"

He began rocking his body from side to side until the floor creaked rhythmically. After a minute or so he let out a loud groan. The sounds from downstairs stopped. I had to clap my hand over my mouth to stop from laughing. "Moan with me." He said nudging my shoulder.

I tried my hardest but I only ended up laughing. When I finally managed to moan the couple downstairs only challenged us by practically screaming. Christian and I went trough the motions of pretending to have sex for a good ten minutes before the people downstairs began screaming obscenely.

We simply collapsed into a heap of laughs. My sides hurt and my cheeks were sore from smiling so widely. "That was almost as good as sex." I decided after we calmed down.

He looked over and flashed a smile. "Yeah, almost."

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