~*~

Three hundred and sixty two days.

That's how long over lasted.

And it was, completely over.  No longing glances or casual touches.  No secret discussions about how horrible of friends we are, or how wrong the whole thing was.

On a side note; wrong should never feel that good.

There were still times when I wanted to though.  Like when he burned Eric really bad and he got this evil little grin on his face.  That look could make anyone melt. 

Especially if you know how evil he can really be.

And I do.  In the best possible way.

~*~

I don't know why last night was any different.  But I couldn't make myself leave the basement with everyone else.  So we found ourselves sitting there watching TV.  Alone.

In the dark.

We didn't stand a chance.

Once again it didn't matter that it was wrong, or that someone might come in at any moment.  All I cared about was the way he was touching me and how long it would take to get our clothes off.

It was so easy to fall back into the pattern.

Felt good too.

~*~

I'm breaking up with Michael.

Honestly.  We're finished.  No more of this getting back together crap.  It's over.  Done.  For good.

And it has absolutely nothing to do with feeling guilty over what's going on with Steven.

Really.

Might have something to do with the really good sex.

Great sex.  Actually.

But guilt?  Surprisingly no.

~*~

Found out daddy's going to jail.  What a way to end a shitty week.  First Michael and I break up, now this.

I was upset, and just like every other time something bad happens I went to Steven for comfort.  I expected an awkward pat on the back, a lame joke and to be turned over to Donna.

But instead, he wrapped his arms around me and let me cry on his shoulder.  Might have been minutes, was probably just a few seconds. 

Long enough to forget everyone else was in the room.

Yeah, I know.  Trouble.

So then he kissed me.

The sweetest, most innocent kiss he's ever given me.  A soft brush on the lips.  Nothing more.

Then he called me baby and told me everything would turn out fine.

And that's how everyone knew.

~*~

What a stupid way to get caught too.

I always thought if we were found out, it would be like in the movies.  You know?  Caught up in the passion of the moment and someone walks in.  Lots of yelling and swearing and finger pointing to follow.

So not the way it happened.

They still don't know the truth though.  And we're going to keep it that way.  Let everyone believe this is new.  That it's only gone as far as necking on the couch.

That I don't know how good it feels to be completely filled by him.

That I've never done anything wrong.