Brooke let herself sink into Nathan's kiss, her arms circling his neck.
Nathan wrapped his arm around Brooke's waist and if it was possible pulled her closer to him.
Nathan tasted so much better than Brooke had imagined, and although her head was screaming at her to stop kissing him, her heart wasn't listening.
There wasn't much going on in Nathan's head as he slid his hand gently down Brooke's back, caressing it.
Brooke tingled slightly at his touch and groaned slightly as Nathan pushed her gently against the bathroom door.
Nathan put on hand up against the door and kept the other one wrapped around Brooke's waist holding her against him.
He bit Brooke's lip slightly and it sent a shiver down Brooke's spine
There was no turning back now, Brooke let go of all her thoughts and just concentrated on Nathan's sweet kisses.
In one motion, Nathan picked Brooke up in his arms, still kissing her, and walked her over to the bed where he sat, Brooke on his lap, with her arms still around his neck.
Nathan leaned back, Brooke still in his arms so that they we lying on the bed, Brooke on top of Nathan, all while maintaining the kissing.
Brooke moaned slightly as Nathan hand slid up her leg, causing her dressing to ride up slightly.
Nathan moved his kisses down to Brooke's neck and she leaned her head back, moaning softly with pleasure.
His kisses reached the top of Brooke's dressing gown when Nathan stopped suddenly and looked down at her.
"Are you sure?" Nathan asked, his eyes the brownest Brooke had ever seen them.
Brooke looked up into Nathan's sincere eyes and quickly made her decision, this wasn't a drunken "accident" like the last time, the feelings they had for each other now were real and Brooke knew that if she didn't act on them she would regret it.
So she nodded her head definitely, smiled, wrapped a hand around Nathan's neck and pulled him down towards her.
The next morning when Brooke woke up, Nathan wasn't in the bed.
Pulling the covers around her and sitting up abruptly, she found him putting his clothes in his bag that he had sitting on one of the two chairs in his room.
"Hey..." She said uncertainly.
"Hey" Nathan said back, not quite meeting her eyes when he looked at her.
"You, uh, going to be ready to leave in about half an hour?" He continued, returning his gaze back to his bag.
Brooke didn't know what to say.
"Uh... yeah, I guess." She said, staring at him quizzically.
Nathan smiled slightly, grabbed his bag and walked out the door, obviously taking it to the car.
Brooke felt tears prick at her eyes, what happened?
Why was Nathan acting so distant?
Brooke let herself fall back against the bed; she had thought that they were on the same page last night, what had changed?
Nathan threw his bag in the boot of the car and leaned his head against the open boot.
He had woken up that morning with a really sick feeling in his stomach, he couldn't believe he had let himself take such a huge step and tell Brooke how he felt so soon.
Guilt pulsed through him as he thought about Haley.
How would she feel if she found out he had jumped into bed with another girl not even a week after they ended things properly?
One of her best friends too.
Nathan slammed the boot shut and tried to get all the thoughts, out of his mind.
Brooke and Nathan drove all the way back to Tree Hill in silence.
Not because they were mad at each other, just because neither one could think of a thing to say to the other.
There was an awkward tension in the air and neither one knew how to break it.
Brooke was relieved when they got into Tree Hill and Nathan pulled up outside Peyton's to drop her off.
"I'll... see you later?" Brooke said, getting her bag out of the boot and walking to the passenger window.
Nathan nodded and smiled slightly. "Later." He said, before driving off.
Brooke stared after him, feeling tears prick at her eyes again.
Brooke opened Peyton's front door, climbed the stairs, walked into Peyton's room, dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed on Peyton's bed where Peyton was sitting, reading a magazine.
"Brooke!" Peyton exclaimed as Brooke put a pillow on her face.
"Where have you been? You guys were gone for nearly a week!"
Brooke nodded sadly, not trusting herself to talk.
Peyton sat up, worried, and pulled the pillow off Brooke's head.
"Nathan and Haley got back together." She concluded from the look on Brooke's face.
Brooke shook her head.
"No." She said, "Haley told Nathan that she had moved on with her life and that it was time for him to move on with his."
Peyton was still staring at Brooke, a concerned look on her face.
"How did Nathan take it?" Peyton asked.
Brooke shrugged. "Bad I guess, I mean he was pretty upset... but..."
She looked down at the pillow that was now in front of her.
"Last night... he told me that he couldn't stop thinking about me. That he hadn't been able to get me off his mind for the last three months." Brooke continued.
Peyton raised her eyebrows.
"Three months?" She said. "So even before Haley told him to move on..."
"Yeah..." Brooke nodded.
"So what happened?" Peyton asked, leaning forward.
"He kissed me." Brooke said.
Peyton's eyebrows went sky high.
"He..." Peyton stammered.
"And then we..." Brooke said raising one of her own eyebrows and shrugging sheepishly.
Peyton's hand flew to her mouth.
"You guys slept together?" She exclaimed.
Brooke looked at her, feeling the tears prick at her eyes again.
"It wasn't like we slept together because we'd been drinking and were both lonely or anything Peyton, it was real, I at least was acting on feelings I've been bottling for ages..." She said.
"Had you though?" Peyton asked.
Brooke looked at her blankly.
"Had we what?" she asked.
"Been drinking?" Peyton asked.
Brooke nodded slowly.
"A little." She said, "But I'm telling you, it wasn't based on that..."
Peyton nodded, believing Brooke; she had seen Brooke after she slept with a random, she usually didn't care this much, she could tell Brooke really cared about Nathan.
"Well it wasn't for me anyway..." Brooke said quietly.
Peyton looked up, her thoughts broken.
"What do you mean?" She asked quizzically.
Brooke looked down.
"I don't know... this morning, Nathan seemed really distant..." She said.
Peyton smiled at Brooke reassuringly. "I'm sure he's just a bit freaked out about what happened." She said.
"He probably just needs a little time to get his head around things..." Peyton said.
Brooke looked up and tried a smile.
"I guess..." She said, wishing she knew what was going on in Nathan's head.
Nathan threw his basketball into the net at the river court and sighed out loud, there was so much going through his head at that point that they only thing he could do was try and take some of his frustration out on the basketball court.
This wasn't fair.
Haley had told him to move on.
So why did he feel so guilty at doing so?
It wasn't all guilt, it wasn't like he regretted it.
He was glad that Brooke knew how he felt, he just wished that maybe they had waited before acting on their feelings so that he didn't feel so guilty.
Nathan slammed the basketball against the back board deliberately and sighed again, and what about Brooke?
He had barely uttered a word to her after the events of last night, what must be going through her head right now?
Great, now he felt guilty for Haley and for Brooke.
For a second Nathan missed hi old lifestyle when he didn't give a fuck about anyone else but himself.
But as soon as the thought came into his mind he forced it out, he's changed and he knew he was better off for it.
It didn't help the situation being so frustrating though.
Nathan grabbed the basketball and started doing laps around the river court, dribbling while he did so.
He stopped suddenly and dropped the basketball on the ground, not caring that it rolled away.
Haley wanted him to move on; Haley was the one that suggested it.
So why should he feel bad for doing so?
Because as much as he felt bad about doing so, he couldn't get his mind off Brooke.
Brooke's eyes.
Brooke's smile.
Brooke's kisses.
Nathan picked up his ball and threw it at the court again.
And just like that he made a decision.
If he could handle not seeing Brooke for a day... 24 hours he would tell her that they had made a mistake and forget about it.
Nathan picked up his ball and headed towards his car.
This was going to be a long 24 hours.