I had opened my mouth to ask if Nick was alright, but the second I felt his hand underneath my shirt, on my bare skin, all of the thoughts and words vanished from my mind, I was paralyzed by his touch. I look up at him and couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked biting his lip. He looked nervous and shy but sexy at the same time. "I…" he must have thought that he'd done something wrong because he moved to pull his hand from my side, but I stopped him, pressing him hand over his, forcing his palm to sink slightly into my skin.

"Leave it," I whispered. "I like it." Nick gulped slightly. This was all new territory for him, and in a way, it was for me too…I mean I'd had girlfriends, who'd had their hands all over my bare chest, but this was Nick, it was different. His touch was soft, unsure; gentle…it wasn't grabby or possessive like the others.

"Are…are you sure that you're ok with this?" He asked, whispering softly.

"I'm positive." I nodded and put his hand on the back of his head, my thumb caressing the smooth skin on his right cheek for a second before I pulled him in to a deep, passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, Nick's hand slowly began to move its way across my side to my abdomen and then up to my chest. Nick's touch remained hesitant, but that only made me want him more. I pressed my tongue to his teeth, asking him to open his mouth. He obliged and my tongue found his, massaging it gently. Kissing was so much more different than any girl I'd ever kissed, and there had been quite a few. Locking lips with Nick was more electric, it made me feel alive, dangerous and romantic all at the same time, it was a thrilling sensation. He loved me…after four long years he'd said the words I'd longed to hear, allowed me the opportunity to kiss the lips that I had so longed to kiss. He had touched me, if only ever so tamely, in a way that I had longed for him to touch me. I could probably have kissed him forever had there not been a knock at the door. Nick quickly retracted his hand from beneath my shirt and we jumped apart. I smoothed my t-shirt and Nick attempted to straighten his hair a little.

"Come in," Nick called. The door opened to reveal Joe, who was still wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a bathrobe.

"Mom wanted me to ask if you were hungry," Joe said in a bored voice.

"What is there to eat?" Nick asked, glancing at me quickly.

"Uh…about 5,000 tons of leftovers from your party Nick…" Joe sighed. "So it's all of your favorite things and they need to be eaten so that we can finally get some of what I like in this house." Joe sighed exaggeratedly.

"Joe, you like wine and women, there's no way mom's letting that in to this house," I pointed out, chuckling.

"She did last night…" Joe shrugged and began to chuckle. "Besides, there are plenty of things I like that are food, so Nick, go eat all of your damned leftovers!"

"Come on Nick," I stood up, trying hard not to laugh at Joe. "I'm hungry." This wasn't a complete lie, I could go for something to eat…granted I would much rather stay here and kiss Nick, but that wasn't really an option. Nick nodded and we pushed past Joe, walking down to the kitchen.

"That was close…" Nick whispered to me, looking relieved, as though he'd just dodged a major bullet.

"I know." I smiled slightly.

"What if someone catches us?" Nick looked at me, worry just beginning to take its place on his face.

"They won't." I put my arm around him in a way that would appear brotherly to anyone else, but now meant so much more to me. "By the way," I whispered ever so softly into his ear. "You are the most amazing kisser…" His face immediately began to change color as he flushed and his ears grew hot. It was adorable.

"You're pretty good yourself," he whispered back, smiling. I gave his shoulder a small squeeze and we entered the kitchen to see our mother surrounded by boxes and boxes of food containing all of Nick's favorite things.

"I hope you boys are hungry…" she said with a sigh, looking around at all of the food. I just turned to Nick and winked.