Piper's POV
James.
It's not like I really even knew him.
Who are you kidding, Piper?
Not myself.
I was confused out of my mind. Were we… together? Not even together but… Oh geez, I didn't even know what we weren't.
Ha. Says the girl cuddling with his best friend.
I buried myself deeper in Carlos's arms. They did exactly what I wanted them to do: made me forget.
I slid my hand closer to his, biting my lip. I knew I was going to have to find out how I felt one way or another, and I might as well get it over with.
Carlos's POV
The only noise was the sound of us breathing, slow and even. I figured she had fallen asleep. Was it creepy of me to be watching her, then? I heard her breath speed up a bit.
Either she was awake, or she had never been asleep in the first place.
I saw her bite her lip in the darkness. Her hand crept closer to mine on her stomach. I caught my breath as it slid into mine, warm and soft, searching for some kind of reaction.
James was my best friend…
But I squeezed it.
She audibly sighed. Relieved, I suppose.
We sat there, both of our hearts pounding in time, both of our minds wandering and wondering.
I wished she would. And she did.
Her other hand groped in the pitch black for the back of my head. It flinched back as she made contact with my hair, before pushing forward.
I couldn't let this happen.
I wouldn't.
I did.
My lips found hers. Correction. My lips loved hers.
It went so fast.
One hand was on her bare stomach, tucked under her shirt.
The other was in the back pocket of her jeans.
One of her hands was on my cheek, the other in my pocket.
Every time I started to feel guilty, her tongue against my teeth made me wonder why this hadn't happened before.
Her legs wound between mine, and I went to roll on top of her.
Thwap!
Too bad the bottom of James's bed decided to make friends with the back of my head.