The rest of the day went by very slowly. Against Camille's warning, Jane planned on going over to the boys' apartment and "hanging out" with Kendall that evening. She worried about it as every minute went by. Would this night change the entire outcome of their lives? It was possible. Not to mention, what was sex like? A heaviness grew in her heart every time she thought about having sex with Kendall. Oh, how much time had she spent in the bathroom fantasizing about this very occurrence! Back when she was a dude, it wasn't unusual for her to bung off for a little while and rub one out while thinking about Kendall. And now…it was going to happen! But at what price?

Finally the time came. It was almost 9 o'clock. Jane popped over to the boys' apartment and knocked on the door. Kendall opened almost immediately. "Hey," he said quietly. All of the lights were off inside. "Shoulda told you to be quiet. My mom doesn't like girls over late."

"Sorry," Jane apologized.

"It's okay. Follow me." He pulled Jane into the apartment and carefully closed the door behind her. Taking her arm, he led her through the dark room and down the hallway. There was a faint light shooting out from underneath Logan's room. Kendall put his finger to his mouth and slipped by. They went up to Kendall's door and slowly went inside. He turned on a small lamp on his cluttered nightstand. "Oops," the guy said. He had left a guitar sitting on his bed. "By bad," he whispered and suppressed a laugh. He took the guitar off and placed it up against the wall, and then motioned for Jane to sit. She hesitantly lay down on the small bed and Kendall rolled up next to her. "Warm enough?" he asked. Jane nodded. "Let me know if you need to use one of the blankets, okay?"

"Okay."

Kendall smiled at her, snatched a remote from the foot of the bed and flipped on the tiny TV across from them. "You like Friends, right?" Kendall asked.

"Uhh. Yyeeeah. I do," Jane said. She raised an eyebrow at him, but he ignored her and turned up the volume. The sound would muffle out their talking better. Kendall turned on his side and faced Jane, grinning. "So how was your day?" he asked.

"G-good," Jane replied. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, and her hands were starting to get sweaty. Oh, no. That wasn't attractive. If Kendall was going to make a move, she couldn't have sticky hands. Her mind started to move too fast. What could she do? Her body locked up, but then Kendall reached out and put his hand on her arm, and suddenly every worry seemed to melt away.

"You okay?" Kendall asked.

"Yeah. Just a little nervous," Jane admitted. She cleared her throat and stupidly blurted out, "I've never had sex before."

"Sex?" Kendall asked, furrowing his signature eyebrows. "Who said we're having sex?"

"Isn't that what you want to do?"

"I told you I want to hang out and watch TV. Not have sex."

"Ohh…" Now, Jane was embarrassed. She shouldn't have said anything, but as usual, thinking about stuff wasn't her strong suit.

"Are you disappointed?" Kendall asked. Jane looked over at him and her face lit up. "I dunno," she said. Kendall began to stroke her arm. "It's alright," he cooed. His long fingers touched Jane's skin so softly that she got little goose bumps. He moved a little bit closer to her and extended his face to touch the side of hers. His nose pressed up against her cheek, and she could hear him breathing gently. Jane closed her eyes and listened. Kendall had been that close to her plenty of times, but always just being playful, never romantic of course. Deep down, part of her wished that she would stay a woman forever, so that they could have a great life together as a couple.

"Scared?" Kendall whispered into her ear. She shook her head. "Then maybe you want to fool around a little bit?"

"Umm. Maybe."

"Face me."

Jane turned on her side and looked at Kendall straight on. He had a very genuine smile across his face, full of warmth and compassion. Seeing these emotions in Kendall was amazing. Carefully, she reached up one hand and cupped his shoulder. Her finger traced around his tattoos slowly. Kendall chuckled. "Having fun?" he asked.

"Yeah, kinda." Jane continued to blush. She ran her fingertips up and over his biceps, to the top of his shoulder and then along his collar bone. Kendall fidgeted in a manner that showed he was being tickled, and possibly turned on. Jane's hand went up to his ear and lightly touched the lobe.

"You're a tease," Kendall said.

"I guess so," Jane replied. She smiled sheepishly but continued to avoid eye contact.

"Why won't you look at me?" Kendall asked sweetly.

"I dunno. Still embarrassed."

"Why?"

"I said I dunno."

"Alright, well…" Kendall let out a long, smooth breath of air. He moved in to Jane's face and kissed her on the lips. Her hand stayed up against his cheek and she lightly held onto him. Their lips met and smacked together quietly. Soon, Kendall's hands slid down Jane's waist and felt around her hips. Electricity jolted through her body with every touch. His hands slipped beneath her shirt and crawled along her tummy. Jane didn't stop him, even though part of her mind considered it. He touched the bottom of her breasts, and she jolted.

"Sorry," Jane whispered against his lips.

"Is it okay?"

"Yeah. Just tickled." Truth of the matter was, she had never been touched much as a boy, and never as a girl. Even her own hands on her breasts were a strange, alien feeling. But Kendall's fingers were so delicate and nimble. They tickled lightly, but also caressed and carried a sense of compassion with them, somehow. Jane let out a small moan against Kendall's mouth. His hands reached up and finally cupped her breasts. She shuddered at the feeling, but then pushed against his palms. They were so slim and inviting. His fingers touched her firm nipples and lightly squeezed them. Jane released another whiny moan. They broke off their kiss and looked at each other.

"Is it okay?" Kendall asked again.

"Uh huh," Jane answered. She smiled.

"I want you to stay with me tonight," he said. Jane swallowed hard. "Tonight?" she asked to make sure. Kendall nodded and said, "uh-huh."

"I guess so, okay." She felt a little weird, but also very happy. Kendall pulled his hands out from under her shirt and instead just gave her a big hug. He held her close to his chest and sighed, pressing his nose into her hair. "You smell great," he said.

"Thanks."

"Cuda," he said.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Okay." Jane closed her eyes and nuzzled into Kendall's chest. This was the place she belonged. The rest of her life could easily be spent in that exact position. Why did time have to pass by? This was a great place to spend eternity. She squeezed her arms around him and smiled so much to herself. And then she heard Kendall whisper very quietly.

"What was that?" Jane asked.

"I love you," he repeated, a little louder. Jane didn't know how to respond. They barely knew each other, technically. It seemed strange that he would be so quick to say that. "Sorry," he said later. "Did I freak you out?"

"No, don't worry about it."

Kendall turned onto his back and kept Jane on his chest. He lightly touched her shoulder blades and made small circles with his hands. Jane sighed and continued to feel at ease, perched on his amazing body. The rising and sinking of his lungs was starting to lull her to sleep. Even though they were closed, her eyes felt heavy. The TV continued to chatter, but it all blended together, and the only sound that the universe seemed to make was Kendall's hypnotic breathing. "It's my entire fault," he said. It was but a mere whisper, though Jane heard it loud through his chest cavity.

"What is?" Jane mumbled. Sleep was very, very quickly catching up to her. It was surprising.

"Never mind."

"Huh?"

"Get some sleep, babe." Jane's thoughts fizzled out entirely after Kendall's last sentence for the night. She exhaled once more, but then the sleep monster caught up and went home.