My eyes slowly blinked open and I squinted at the harsh light, almost immediately closing them again.

At first the unfamiliar feel of the sheets and the smell of the room caused me to freak out a little inside, but then I soon remembered what had happened the night before. Coming back to the boys' apartment, making out with Connor, and eventually falling asleep with him. But as I shuffled around on the medium-sized mattress, I realised I was alone in the bed. I wasn't worried though. It wasn't like we had sex, so even if he had disappeared it wasn't like I was about to commit the walk-of-shame. Besides, the guy had left me in his apartment. If he really wanted out of it, he'd have taken me to Rocco's instead.

I rubbed at my eyes and silently groaned, hoping the second time the room wouldn't be as bright. And thankfully, it wasn't. The boys were obviously lacking in the curtain department, not that it mattered much. They probably went to sleep when it was dark, and the sun in the morning was their natural alarm - it was pretty sensible.

"Wakey, wakey sleepin' beauty." A familiar voice sang.

Sitting up on the mattress I looked over at the dining table and found Murphy sat on one of the chairs. Leaning back with a cigarette in hand.

"Hi." I greeted, though my voice seemed quieter with me having just woken up.

"So, what 'appened las' night den?" He smirked, gesturing down at my clothes.

Looking down I suddenly remembered I'd gone to sleep in Connor's sweater, which was proving to be a very comfortable choice of PJ's.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Murph'." I said, rolling my eyes as I pulled back the blankets.

"Kinda hard lass."

"Why's that?" I questioned, getting to my feet and sitting down opposite him.

He shrugged. "Well the las' time I saw ye, ye 'ad me brother's tongue in yer mouth. Den I come 'ome to fin' ye both in his bed. Under the sheets, 'im wearin' is boxers an' ye wearin' 'is sweater. Kin' o' hard not ta see anythin' else."

"That's a fair point. But you can believe what you want, I didn't fuck him."

"I believe ye Grace. If ye had, ye woulda been wearin' a lot less."

I nodded and crossed my legs, resting my hands on the table. "So, where is your brother this morning?"

"Went to get somethin' ta eat, we don' 'ave much for lass's in the fridge." He said, blowing smoke through his mouth.

"I noticed."

"Hmm. So, how was sleepin' on a mattress? Not like yer used ta?"

I shrugged slightly, glancing back at the un-made beds. "Better than I thought. Hell, probably a little better than my actual bed."

He grinned. "That'd be the Irishman sleepin' behin' ye lass. Would make anyone's bed better."

"That's another fair point." I giggled, tilting my head slightly. "So, did you get any last night?"

"Aye, pretty good if I say so meself."

I smiled. "She was good or you were good?"

He shrugged again, looking quite proud of himself. "Well, she got dere before me so I'm gonna say me."

"Congrats."

"Thank ye Gracie."

We fell into a small silence and I thought over a few things. I was stuck with Murphy - alone. So while here I might as well have gotten some information on the guy, just a little to keep Camille happy. Because if I went home without anything, things would definitely get worse for me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Ye jus' did lass." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Smart-ass. Murphy, does it ever bother you? The whole one-night-stand things? You don't have to tell me if you don't wanna, I'm just curious."

He nodded and paused for a moment, putting his cigarette out in one of the ash-trays. "I don' think about et ta be hones' Grace. But no, I don' think so."

"Right." I sighed.

"No, not like dat lass." He rushed out, noticing my expression.

"So what is it like?"

He leaned forward and crossed his arms on the table, his expression completely serious. "B'fore I fuck a girl, I let 'er know it's gonna be a one-nighter. Jus' sex. An' dey always say it's fine, dat's why I don' care 'bout it."

I nodded in understanding but my eyes narrowed in confusion. If Murphy did let the girls know that it was only for one night, then why was Camille so upset about it? Wouldn't she have agreed to it if they did have sex? Maybe she was too drunk to remember. I'd have to ask her about it when I got home.

"Oh. Sorry about...you know." I sheepishly said, feeling a little guilty about my response before.

He waved a hand dismissively. "Don' worry 'bout et, I'd a thought the same tink. But I'm not me brother Gracie."

"What does that mean?" I immediately questioned. That last bit had sent my stomach into knots - and not the good kind.

"Well, if I tell ye, ye can' beat Connor up."

"Murphy I know you and your brother are horn-dogs, and have probably banged your way through most of the women in South Boston. But you have to remember that I have an older sister who's done more riding than a professional jockey. You can tell me anything and I won't judge. C'mon, just tell me." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

He nodded after a seconds hesitation, gulping down some left-over beer before answering. "Well, Connor don' like confrontation' much. Especially wit women. Maybe 'cause dey cry an' scream an' all dat shite. He prefers to do it, den get out. No warnin' or anythin' - jus' avoids 'em like da plague. An' me brother can be very indecisive."

I nodded in understanding, though I wasn't the least bit phased. I knew the gist of it when I got into this 'plan', so hearing all of that from Murphy wasn't that bad.

"Well I'm not gonna beat him up if that's what you're worried about."

"It ain't dat lass." He said, shaking his head. "I can' tell ye dat he won' do it to ye too. He migh' not stick aroun' after he fucks ye...if he fucks ye o' course. But he's runnin' a big risk bringin' ye back 'ere, so who knows."

"I don't care about that." I admitted, earning a slightly surprised look from him. "What we're doing now isn't dating. It's a one-week trial. This week is just to see if we can't stand each other, something I plan on doing without sex. Look he might not want me if I do decide to have sex with him, it could be his sex-drive getting him through this thing, and if it is then I'll just accept it and move on. I know what I'm getting into and I can deal with it, but for now I'm choosing to believe he won't do that. Can you let me thing good thoughts about your brother? At least just for this week?"

He smiled slightly and nodded. "Aye, I s'pose I can go a week widout gettin' Connor into some kin' o' trouble with ye."

"Good boy." I smirked, leaning back in the chair.

The front door opened and we both looked up, watching as Connor strolled in.

"Well, speak o' the devil." Murphy said loudly, earning his brothers attention.

Connor turned to face us both, kicking the door shut with his foot. It was then I noticed the brown paper bag in his right hand, most-likely filled with food.

"Oh fuck ye Murph." He snapped, walking towards us.

My eyes widened slightly as he dumped the bag in front of Murphy before standing in front of me, lightly fisting the front of the sweater I was wearing. In a short second I was gently pulled to my feet and against him, his arms instantly wrapping around my waist.

"Hi Grace." He greeted, nudging my forehead with his.

"Hi Connor." I giggled, rolling my eyes slightly.

He grinned and dipped down, pushing his lips against mine. My hands gripped the sleeves of his coat while his slid down to my bare-thighs, sliding up so that they were underneath the sweater. His right hand slid out from underneath the shirt and trailed up my back, soon taking a good grip of my hair and tilting my head back for easier access.

"Get a fuckin' room!"

I laughed and moved back from Connor, turning to face Murphy.

"We got one, ye jus' in it." Connor retorted, earning an eye-roll from his brother. "So, ye were talkin' 'bout me were ye?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"When I came in, Murph' said talk o' the devil. So ye were both obviously talkin' 'bout me when I walked in."

"Ye right Connor, we spent every minute discussin' ye because our lives are dat pathetic." Murphy sarcastically replied.

"Fuck ye Murph'. But it'd better not be anythin' bad." He warned, heading towards the fridge.

Murphy and I nodded to each other, a small understanding passing between us.

"It was nothing."

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I attempted to remain silent as I climbed through my bedroom window, wondering how the hell my big-sister managed it while intoxicated.

Instead of taking the bus home, Connor had drove me - using Rocco's car of course. The Italian had no objections, as long as Connor promised to return it unharmed and in one piece. And while he'd acted on the fence about it, telling Rocco that he couldn't guarantee it, I knew he'd get it back as good as it was when he took it. They teased Rocco a lot, but it wasn't hard to tell that they'd probably take a punch for him as well. Jade and I had the exact same relationship.

"You know, I thought you were at school."

I jumped as Camille appeared in the doorway, smirking as she leaned against the archway.

"How many times have I asked you not to do that?" I sighed in annoyance, taking off my boots.

"About as many times as I've done it."

I rolled my eyes. "Awesome."

"Anyway, is this finally your walk-of-shame?" She excitedly questioned, as though the fight and blackmail had never happened.

"No, I'm not you." I retorted, feeling slightly smug as her smirk faltered.

"I don't feel shame for what I've done. But either way, you didn't come home last night, so where were you?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I was with the twins."

She nodded and decided to push on. "With the twins where?"

"At their friends apartment."

"And how did you get home?"

"Connor drove me." I shrugged, earning a look of disbelief from her. "What?"

Her eyebrows raised. "Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Yeah."

"He knows where you live now, yet you have no idea where he lives. This is, like, the worst thing ever!"

"Calm down, you sound like some bad actress."

"Did you at least find out anything good?" She impatiently asked.

Murphy's explanation immediately sprung to mind and I nodded, deciding to call her out on it.

"Yeah, I had a small talk with Murphy."

"Yeah?" She asked, sounding pissed at his name. "What did the jerk-off say?"

"He said that he always tells the girls he's going to sleep with that he lets them know before hand. So that means you agreed to the one-night-stand, in which case there is no reason for you to do this." I explained.

"He's lying!" She screeched, shaking her head frantically.

"Camille, I don't know."

"You're telling me that you believe him instead of me? Your sister."

I narrowed my eyes in irritation. "Are you really pulling that card right now? Don't you dare act like you've been a good sister to me!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, those jack-asses have you wrapped around their little Irish dicks."

"They don't..."

"Those boys think they're everything!" She carried on, completely blanking me during her rant. "Murphy, thinking he can go around fucking everything just because he has these gorgeous blue-eyes and amazing blonde hair..."

My eyes narrowed slightly as she reached the end. "Camille."

"...And all those tattoos. I mean, who the fuck has foreign words tattoo'd on their hands?! It could mean anything..."

"Camille!" I shouted, earning her attention.

"What?"

"Describe Murphy for me."

She chuckled humorously. "What does this have to do with anything?"

I sighed. "Just do it."

"Fine. Blue eyes, blonde-hair, tattoo on his left hand..."

It was as though everything slowed down like those cheesy High-School drama movies. If Camille was being serious, then I'd been going for the wrong brother. And to make matters worse, I was too far alone to turn back.

"Camille, you didn't fuck Murphy."

"C'mon Grace, I think I know who I fucked." She scoffed.

I shook my head. "No, you don't."

"Uh...yeah, I do."

As much as she protested I knew it was true. All the things that the boys had said, along with Camille's descriptions came to mind, and it all made perfect sense;

'In his defence he didn't pour the drinks down my throat. It was my decision to carry on drinking, and he did call me a cab. Most guys would have taken me home as soon as I hit that floor.'

'I'll 'ave you know I'd rather not get girls drunk, make's 'em useless.'

'Aye, we switched name's once, jus' ta see what 'appened.'

'"B'fore I fuck a girl, I let 'er know it's gonna be a one-nighter. Jus' sex. An' dey always say it's fine, dat's why I don' care 'bout it.'

'Well, Connor don' like confrontation' much. Especially wit women. Maybe 'cause dey cry an' scream an' all dat shite. He prefers to do it, den get out. No warnin' or anythin' - jus' avoids 'em like da plague. An' me brother can be very indecisive.'

"Grace!"

I was pulled out my thoughts by Camille, who stared down at me with her arms crossed.

"Hmm?"

"I know who I fucked, it was Murphy."

"Okay." I sighed disbelievingly, resting my head on the pillow.

Author's Note:

Hi guys! Hope you liked the twist, although I'm sure many of you saw this coming. However it will be another few chapters before the boys find out what's going on, so I hope you keep reading.

Thanks for the reviews so far and please keep them coming, they mean a lot to me. :)