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So here's another cute (I hope) little one shot for you guys. This one has to do with Rose finding out about Sydney and Adrian's relationship. I hope you enjoy it. Review and let me know! Also don't forget to send in prompts or ideas you might have :)

P.S. for the reviewer who in the prompt about Adrian finding out why Sydney did what she did to Keith, I've already written that scene in my other story Of Magic and Misery. It's Chapter 10 if you feel like going over and checking it out. That chapter pretty much only focuses on that discussion so it shouldn't matter if you haven't read the rest.

I was usually more than happy to kiss Adrian. We'd been together for a few months now. Eddie and Angeline even knew about our relationship. I was pretty sure Dimitri and Sonya did too, even though I'd never expressly told them about it.

But right now, while I was on the phone with Rose, who I was pretty sure did not know about our relationship, I didn't find the way Adrian leaned in and kissed my neck appropriate. I pushed him back, trying to focus on my conversation with Rose.

"I really think Lissa's finally getting somewhere with these hereditary laws," she was saying. "More and more people are backing her decisions every time she holds a meeting. Hopefully you guys will be out of there soon."

Adrian kissed my neck again, right below my ear. "Hopefully not," he murmured against my skin.

A small, "Mmm," sound escaped me, but Rose took it for assent.

In his defense, it wasn't like we hadn't been kissing before Rose had called. We had been. A lot. So much, in fact, that Adrian's shirt was currently located in the kitchen from when he'd flung it over his head before. My shirt was only a few buttons short of joining it.

Rose was still talking, I wasn't sure about what. I heard words like Court and royals, even a few pain in the ass's. But the way Adrian's tongue kept darting into my right ear was really distracting.

I pulled the phone away from my other ear and covered the microphone. "Will you, please, stop it?," I hissed.

"You really want me to stop?" he asked, looking at me seriously. "Because you just say the word and I'll stop."

"Sydney?" I could hear Rose calling for me from the phone in my hand. "Sydney, you still there?"

I looked at the phone, then back up to Adrian, determined to say the word. I was thoroughly frustrated with myself when my eyes darted to his lips quickly, causing him to smirk.

With a mischevious glimmer in his green eyes he pressed the phone back to my ear and then leaned in to press a kiss against my collarbone. He peppered my neck with warm, wet kisses before pressing his tongue flat against my throat and—

I wasn't quite sure, but I mumbled something along the lines of, "Something's come up, I've gotta go," to Rose before hanging up and dropping the phone on the floor next to the couch.

I reasoned with myself that I hadn't hung up on anything important. She'd really only called to chat. I knew I'd still feel bad later, but right now, with Adrian unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, I couldn't care less.

He was the only person I'd ever met who had the incredible ability to make my brain cease to function. And I liked to take advantage of it whenever I got the chance.

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When I woke up at Amberwood the next morning, I realized I'd had a missed call in the middle of the night. It was from Rose. And she'd left a message.

The guilt over hanging up on her last night hit me like a brick, making me feel like the world's most horrible friend. She'd called to catch up and I'd hung up to make out with my boyfriend. Without any sort of explanation.

What had I been thinking? It wasn't like we lived normal lives. Our lives were dangerous and me hanging up was so out of character she'd probably been freaking out all night, wondering if something had happened to me.

I took a deep breath and then played her voicemail.

"Hey, Sydney," she dragged out the words. It sounded like she was smiling, which eased the tension I was feeling somewhat. If she was smiling she couldn't be that worried, right?

But then her next words stopped me in my tracks.

"So, next time you lie to me so you and Adrian can get it on, please remember to actually hang up the phone. I listened to you guys making out for over a minute before I realized what I was hearing. I feel like I need to wash my ears out with soap now. So thanks."

I knew my face must have been a color similar to that of a fire engine. I hadn't hung up the phone? So she'd heard...

"Don't worry," Rose said in the voicemail, practically reading my thoughts. "I hung up once the oohs and aahs and ohs started. But seriously, I almost had a heart attack when I realized you were with Adrian. How the hell did that happen? Anyway, just wanted to let you know you owe me an explanation, a huge one."

I dreaded that explanation. Not because I thought she'd react badly to the news that Adrian and I were together—if anything last night's slip up and this voicemail had proven she was cool with it. But that presented its own laundry list of problems. Most involving nonstop questions and teasing.

"Just call me back when you finally manage to pry yourself away from Adrian." The sound of Rose laughing was the last thing I heard before the message ended.

Awesome, I thought. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

Oh, Adrian was so dead.