Things continue with the both of them. She accepted his advances and let him stay some nights.

He kept coming back, his addictions getting worse by the day. He was addicted to her tastes and smells and her touch and he didn't want to get away from her anymore than she did him.

Everything was easy with Mia. She didn't ask any questions, didn't want to talk about her feelings. All she wanted was him and his kisses and his touch and that was all that mattered.

Except for one night.

"Do you regret what happened to your aunt?" She asked one night as they lay in bed, her head on the crook of his collarbone. He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny and shrugged as much as he could with the weight of her head on him.

"That's not a proper answer." She persisted. She got up to look at him and her piercing icy glare was enough to make him uncomfortable and just a little bit pissed.

"No. What my aunt did was wrong and she's paying for her actions now."

"You don't really believe that do you?" She was incredulous. "She is your aunt. She raised you."

"Why are you persisting on this?"

"Because Christian, a week ago, you were crying your eyes out over this. Over what happened to your aunt and nowadays, you act like you could care less. It makes no sense."

"Shut up." He was harsh this time, unmovable. He didn't want to hear anymore.

"No." She refused to relent. She was ice, cold and hard. "We need to talk about this."

"No, we don't." He was fire, hot and destructive. "And even if I were, I wouldn't discuss this with you."

"Why not? You seem to be okay telling me all about it a week ago."

"Things change." He said. "And my…affections towards you tend to cloud my judgment."

"Things haven't changed." She said back. "You're angry. Admit it. You're angry and sad about what happened and you're rebelling by sleeping with me. For God's sakes, Christian, have the balls to admit the truth!"

"Fine! If you want to hear the truth, fine! I'm only sleeping with you because I'm upset about what happened. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No," She was quiet now, yielding. "But at least you're being honest with yourself." She sighed, clutching the sheets closer to her body as if she'd break at any moment. "I knew all along this wasn't meant to last anyway."

He got up, eyes concerned. "What do you mean?"

"You and I, Christian," Her eyes are blue sorrow. "We're not meant to be."

He tried to grasp that, tried to make the words make sense. But they wouldn't. They just wouldn't.

"We could be."

"You have Lissa." She insisted. "Have you forgotten her as well, Christian? Like you tried to forget your aunt?"

He felt his stomach sink to his feet. He felt hollow inside.

"What do you want me to do?"

She got up from the bed, taking the sheets with her. "Talk to your aunt, kiss your girlfriend – I don't know. Just from now on, leave me out of it."