Chapter 4.

"You don't even have to ask," Brandon sighed. He leaned into her, and felt her arms wrap around his neck. Their mouths connected, and he deepened the kiss, tasting her lips. He was surprised when she parted them, letting him in. Slowly, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He'd never been kissed like that, with so much passion. And he'd never kissed anyone like that, either. Not even Talya, who was selfish, always taking and never giving. This moment with Callie was special. He took his time, exploring every inch of her mouth, and letting her do the same to him. Not quite sure what to do with his hand, he gripped her back. Eventually, they were forced to break apart, gasping for breath.

"I've liked you for a long time," Callie told him. "That night, on the porch... I was just scared. And I was so mad at Wyatt. And you were with Talya, then. But I've always liked you, Brandon."

He reached over, brushing her hair from her face, and looked into her eyes. "Callie, if you were my girlfriend, you'd always feel special. And I wouldn't expect anything in return."

"But I'm not," she replied. "You're girlfriend, I mean. It's not allowed, and you just broke up with Talya."

"That's the thing," Brandon told her firmly. "Talya and I did break up."

"But you and Talya..." Callie mussed. "Don't you want to be with someone there's no rule against being with?"

Brandon shook his head. "I'd break every rule in the book for you." How could he make her understand that she was literally all he thought about?

"But what about the sex?" She asked. "Don't you miss your big weekends with her?"

Brandon snorted back a laugh. "What are you talking about?" She wrinkled her brow, obviously confused.

"She told me," Callie replied, slowly realizing Talya must have lied. "She said Stef and Lena even buy you guys condoms."

Brandon laughed again, then reached into the drawer of his nightstand and held up a box. "You mean these condoms?" Callie stared at the box in his hand. It had never been opened. "Look," he said. "She told you the truth about these. Moms did buy them for us. But Talya and I only slept together once, and that was over three months ago."

Callie couldn't help but feel pleased at this bit of news, if not embarrassed to be a part of the conversation, as the thought of Brandon being with Talya made her feel a bit ill."Why?" She asked.

"It didn't feel right," Brandon explained. "I didn't care about her enough to get so... emotionally involved. She probably just told you that to make you feel bad, or make herself feel better, or something." He put the box back in the drawer, then pulled her back into his arms. "Talya and I are over. But if it makes you feel any better, I was kind of jealous of you and Wyatt, too."

"Really?" Callie giggled. "Because I was kind of only with him to make you jealous. Now I know it worked."

"Oh yeah?" Brandon teased, kissing her. "Well, too bad for him. You're mine, now."

"I don't remember agreeing on that," Callie teased back.

He kissed her again. "I'll write up a contract right now."

Callie realized her fears were eased in Brandon's arms. She was actually laughing and smiling, something she didn't often do since Liam came back into her life. "Brandon," she ventured. "You make me feel safe." Wyatt was her friend, but she didn't trust him. Not completely anyway, after the stunt he pulled with his "parent's house," which nearly caused her to get arrested. She'd always thought bad boys were her type, but after that close encounter, she decided good guys were more her taste. Especially hot ones who play piano and know just how she likes to be kissed.

"I'm glad to hear that," said Brandon.

She leaned her head against his chest. "I wish we could stay like this forever. It's making me feel a lot better."

Brandon placed a soft kiss on her head. "Well, we have all weekend," he told her. "For two more days, this is our house. We might as well make the most of it. And I can hold you all night, if that's what you want."

"It is," she told him. "Please." Brandon laid back on the pillows, pulling her down with him. He cradled her head with one arm, and rubbed her back with the other. "So, was this your master plan to get back in your own bed?" She joked.

"You caught me," he laughed, tickling her.

Callie closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around Brandon, wanting to feel as close and comforted as possible. She could laugh and joke all she wanted, but in the back of her mind, she was still scared, wondering if Liam was outside the house at that very moment, waiting for her.

To Be Continued

Note: Just a head's up... in later chapters, I may change the rating of this story to "M." I didn't want my other stories to be just about sex, but I'm willing to give writing Brallie smut another shot for this story, as it will be a catalyst for other events. Avoiding spoilers, so can't say any more, but please keep reading and reviewing!