(sorry again if this is too much for a teen rated story.)

Riley's POV

I looked at Maya and admired her in the moonlight. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.

I wrapped my arms around Maya and pulled her in for a kiss. While we were kissing I took her arms and placed them up around my neck. I reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up. She held on to my shoulders and wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to my bed and gently put her down on it. She pulled me down onto the bed on top of her. I straddled her while we continued making out. I was actually really proud of myself for pulling that off without falling or dropping her.

She ran her hands up and down my back. I kissed her neck, softly at first. But then harder. And then I started sucking on her neck. She moaned softly. Did she think I was going to let her get away with giving me this huge hickey and not give her one back? Hehe.

Maya's POV

Oooh I see what's going on here. She's giving me a revenge hickey. I'm not complaining. I don't care if she marks up my neck. It feels amazing. I glided my hands down her back and gently squeezed her butt. After sucking on my neck, she kissed her way down my chest and stopped right above my bra. She looked up at me, her eyes asking permission. Honestly, things were moving fast, and I wasn't sure if I was ready or not, but this strapless bra was so uncomfortable, I really wanted to get out of it. I sat up to make it easier for her.

Riley POV

When I looked up at Maya, her face was hard to read. She looked like she was enjoying it but also like she was hesitant. But she sat up, and I took to this to mean she wanted me to unfasten her bra. I reached around her and unfastened it. I felt like I was unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. Hello, beautiful, topless Maya. I've been thinking about those since I caught a glimpse of them in the mirror when she was changing that night in her room.

I reached to touch one of her breasts but she swatted my hand. I reached again, and this time she intercepted my hand with her own and held it hostage. I reached with my other hand and she intercepted that one too, holding onto both of my hands.

"Nope." she denied me.

"But-" I started.

"No." she shook her head.

"But they're so pretty!" I whined.

"I showed you mine. Now you have to show me yours," she smiled, playfully.

Okay, I guess that's fair. She let go of my hands and unfastened my purple strapless bra.

Maya's POV

I removed her bra and admired the beauty it revealed. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, but strangely enough the first thing that came to mind, was drawing her. Blame it on the artist in me, but I wish I could freeze time and draw her just as she is right now. The way her hair fell around her bare shoulders. The way the streetlight sparkled in her eyes. The way the shadows fell around her face, making her dimples more pronounced than usual. Maybe I can sketch her from memory in the morning. Another page in the sketchbook full of Riley.

Riley's POV

We admired each other with our eyes for a few moments, until our eyes met, and when they did, I don't think I had ever wanted her more than in that moment. I attempted to touch her again but she intercepted my hand again, and this time she kissed it. She still seemed hesitant, and I started to wonder if I was coming on too strong.

"Peaches."

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. I'm not buying it. She doesn't seem okay at all.

"It seems like you don't want me to touch you. Am I doing something wrong? Did I hurt you?" I asked, concerned.

"No, Honey. You're perfect," she said, looking away.

Maya's POV

She's perfect and I don't deserve her. She's perfect and He's Mr. Perfect. They would have been Mr. and Mrs. Perfect together. Ugh. Stop it, Maya. Why is this what you're thinking about right now? What's wrong with you?-

"Maya," she interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?"

Riley's POV

Maya pulled away and slid backwards on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Oh no, I must have done something wrong. I wish I knew what, so I could undo it. Maybe she doesn't like it when I'm aggressive. Maybe she would prefer to be the dominant one. Gosh, why does this have to be so complicated?

"Maya, what's wrong?" I asked.

Maya's POV

I know you still have feelings for Lucas. What if you regret this? What if you end up wishing your first time had been with him instead? What if we were only meant to be best friends and we've upset the universe? Where did all this anxiety come from? What is wrong with me right now? But I don't dare speak any of the thoughts swirling around my mind. So instead I say:

"I'm scared."

"I'm nervous too, Love" she replied.

It's not nerves, but I'd rather let her believe it is. He's still coming between us, even when he's not in the room. I just don't know what to do about it. So instead I say:

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this right now."

"Oh, Peaches. You don't have to be sorry." I was afraid she would be disappointed but she was pure compassion.

"I'm sorry if you feel like I lead you on. I know that I said I wanted to earlier tonight," I explained.

" And you have every right to change your mind. Besides, I figured the alcohol had something to do with it." she said. Why is she so amazing?

"Have I let you down?" I asked her.

"No, Peaches. How could you ever let me down?" She answered.

She slid closer to me on the bed and kissed me softly.

"Nobody says we have to go all the way the first time we try," she said.

"I thought I was ready, but I guess I'm not." I said.

She took both of my hands and held them in hers. "Do you remember when you thought you liked Josh and you told him 'I'm in it for the long game.'?

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's actually how I feel about you, about us," she said, smiling.

"Aww Riles, you're gonna make me cry," That made me tear up a little.

She moved over next to me against the headboard.

"Partners?" she asked.

"Forever" I said.