-John's POV-

"OW!" Bree whined again, glaring back at me. "Fuck, John I thought you said you were helping!"

"I am helping!" I said with wide eyes.

"No, you're hurting!" She winced again. I was sitting on her butt, massaging her back.

"If its that bad you should be in a hospital being taken care of." I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Or maybe you should have taken some massage therapist lessons before trying to rub someone down!" She glared again, "Get off me!"

I held my hands up innocently as I climbed off her, watching her sit up, rolling her shoulders.

"Just put some icy hot on my back and I'll be fine." She murmured, "And I'll show you how to give a fucking massage, because you were doing it ALL wrong."

"Bossy." I mumbled, but wasn't going to object to a massage by Bree.

I rubbed icy hot all over her back, hearing her sigh in content as it went on. She loved this stuff. Pulling her tank top down over her back, I returned to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I returned, Bree was flipped backward in a bridge position. I tilted my head.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked, watching her lift her hands from the floor and pull herself back up.

"No. It cracks my back." She smiled, "Feels good."

"Looks like a good sex position." I stated, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh, it is." She smiled, a certain tint in her eyes that I rarely saw.

"Now, lay down." She ordered, pointing to the bed.

I jumped onto the bed immediately, hearing her giggle before she sat on my ass like I did with her. She wiggled around a bit until she got comfortable, and I closed my eyes immediately.

"Don't wiggle like that!" I ordered, and she stopped, laughing.

"Oh. Right." She laughed again, and I heard knuckles cracking before she began to work her magic. I kept my eyes closed, feeling her fingers work on my muscles in all the right places, and when she wasn't working on a tense muscle, she was just gliding her fingers along my back.

It sent shivers straight up my spine. I didn't even realize I had goosebumps until Bree felt them.

"You cold?" She asked quietly, running her fingertips along my arms, which probably only made more goosebumps appear.

"No. Kind of warm actually." I cleared my throat, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

"Want to take your shirt off?" She asked, stopping what she was doing.

I yanked my shirt over my head and threw it onto the ground, laying back down. Bree hands were trembling when she reached out to touch me again. I felt her shaking fingers glide along my bare skin, making my shivers more intense. She began to work on my tense muscles again.

"Bree.." I whispered, my eyes still closed. "You're shaking again."

"No." She said sternly, "I'm not."

"Yes, you are." I said very softly, beginning to turn. "Off."

She climbed off me, pulling her knees to my chest and staring at me as I turned to her.

"Come here." I whispered, pointing to the spot directly in front of me.

Bree shook her head, looking away from me, tightening the grip she had around her legs.

I moved to her slowly, sitting down in front of her and grabbing onto her hands. She loosened them hesitantly, allowing me to unwrap her arms from around her legs.

"Why do your hands shake around me?" I asked her, and she shrugged.

"I have shaky hands." She mumbled, looking away.

"Bree.." I whispered, "You only shake when you're nervous. Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not." She said sternly, pulling her hands away from me.

I stared at her face, studying her, and I smiled gently. No matter how hard she tried to push me away, there was simply no possible way I could ever let her leave my life.

"Stop smiling like that." She ordered, glaring now.

"Like what?!" I asked with wide eyes.

"Like..like you know something I don't know." She made that up. Pathetic.

"What?" I rolled my eyes, "I was just looking at you."

"And smiling." She added, I raised my eyebrows.

"So I'm not allowed to look at you and smile now?" I asked.

Bree sighed softly, biting her lip and looking away from me.

"Is it just me or are things getting weirder between us each day?" I asked softly.

She looked over at me, frowning, "I guess." she paused, "I don't want it to be."

"Me either." I said quietly, raising my eyebrows.

"It feels like there's a certain type of tension between us...and I think if we do what we need to do to get rid of that tension, it might ruin our friendship. And I can't imagine not being friends with you." She said quietly, and I knew exactly what she mean by that.

I didn't even think about the bet ruining our friendship. This changes things.

"What if we made an agreement?" I whispered, slowly moving my body closer to hers.

"What kind of agreement?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"That it wouldn't mean anything." I suggested. She shoved me away from her.

"It would mean something." Bree said, getting up off the bed. "It would mean everything!"

She shook her head, backing away from me, heading into the bathroom. I followed instantly.

"So does this mean.." I trailed off, waving my hand slightly, hoping she'd understand.

You have feelings for me?

"No, it doesn't mean that!" She snapped, glaring. "But it would ruin everything."

"What if we're not even talking about the same thing?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Bree rolled her eyes, "I know you better than I know myself. We're talking about the same thing."

I smiled gently, staring at her face again, drifting off. "You do, don't you?"

"What??" She asked, turning the shower on.

"Know me better than you know yourself." I whispered, "And I know you better than I know myself. Like, I know that if I were to touch you right...here.." I wiggled my fingers along her rib cage. She laughed and pushed away from me, then glared.

"Don't." She ordered sternly.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her back to me, "Or if I touched you right here.."

My fingers ran across her lower back very lightly, and then I reached up to feel the goosebumps I knew would be on her arms. Her eyes were closed now, her lips parted.

"John." She said softly, but sternly, opening her eyes. She looked up at me, sighing quietly.

"One more.." I murmured, pushing her dark hair over her shoulders, exposing her neck.

She shivered in anticipation of what would come next. I leaned down to her neck, feeling her tilt her head to the side for me, giving me more skin to work with. I knew the exact spot to blow, suck and nibble on. She crumbled in my arms. Her knees buckled, her body fell against me. I held her up, my arms around her waist tightly. Bree's hands reached up and grabbed onto the back of my head and my neck, encouraging me to continue my assault on her sweetest spot.

This was the most sexual we've ever been with each other. And its a fucking hickey.

I've never had things go so slow with a girl, but it didn't feel right any other way. I couldn't jump into bed with Bree, I had to ease her into it, just like I've eased her into everything else.

I kissed her neck softly, pulling back to admire my marks. I smiled softly, wiping her neck gently.

Bree's eyes were still closed when I pulled back to look at her face, and she pulled out of my arms instantly, pressing her back against the wall. I watched her chest rise and fall.

"What was that for?" She barely whispered.

I smiled brightly, "You're my best friend, Bree. I like pleasing you."