I grab my luggage from the overhead compartment and stand in the aisle. I fidget nervously as I wait to exit the airplane. I'm anxious to get off this thing. I'm anxious to see Jamie. I've never been anxious to see him but the funny thing my stomach is doing right now is definitely anxiety related.

Speaking of funny things my stomach is doing, it was definitely doing some really funny things when Jamie had picked up the phone last week too. When he'd answered the phone in nothing but a towel, water dripping down his perfectly toned abdomen, my mouth went dry. Remembering that I was sitting next to his fifteen-year-old sister made me forget those particular feelings though. Not that I have any particular feelings about him shirtless and wet anyway.

No, I don't have any of those type of feelings for him. I don't think about him doing particular things to me. Nope, I don't think about how sweet his skin tasted when I'd bitten into his shoulder while he was doing particular things rather roughly.

Stop thinking about it, Amelia. I scold myself as I clench my thighs. I remember the bright pink thong on his bed which helps rid my mind of the things I wasn't thinking about.

Jamie isn't the relationship type of guy, I've always known that. He's never really had a girlfriend and when he kind of did they all hated me. None of them could stand the fact that his best friend was a female. They all thought he was sleeping with me, that there was something more than just friendship going on between us.

I guess I don't blame girls for assuming that though. I know everything about Jamie. He knows everything about me. We can finish each other's sentences without even thinking about it. He and I are extremely close. Now, well, we're a hell of a lot closer and any girl that asks him if he's slept with me before, like they all had, he'd have to tell them the truth. The moment he does our friendship will most likely be over.

I hate that most women see me as competition for Jamie's affection. Now that we've done what we've done they're definitely not going to want to have me sticking around. Especially with the way I look on top of the fact I've slept with Jamie. I look identical to my mother. Well, I'm not one-hundred percent sure about that since I have no idea who my real father is.

I am my mother's exact height; 5'6. I am her exact same build as well. I'm fit, perfectly-toned from head to toe, high cheek bones, big bright caramel-colored eyes, perfect teeth, and all of those other superficial things that make most other females look at me and glare. They have an automatic disdain for my existence. Men, on the other hand, look at me like they want to devour me; I hate it.

A lot of my teenage years I spent in baggy sweatshirts and loose-fitting jeans because I felt almost ashamed of being attractive. I was uncomfortable with myself. I didn't like the way people treated me because of my looks, so I covered them up. It wasn't until later on, when I got my first boyfriend, did I venture out of my usual sweats and a t-shirt, tom-boyish attire.

Jamie had started acting a bit different around me then but I just assumed it was his young, hormonal teenage-boy self. It wasn't anything more than that. He may be two years younger than me but Jamie is bigger than me in every other way. He stands at 6'2 and he's extremely muscular.

I start picturing just how big he is in other areas. Nope, I can't think about that or the way he moaned my name while he-

"Excuse me, but can you please keep it moving, lady?" The older woman behind me scolds. I look and no one is in front of me.

"Sorry." I make my feet move forward, forgetting all of the perverse thoughts I had just been thinking about Jamie. I feel my heart rate continue to spike with each and every step I take. Once I'm out of the terminal I make my way toward baggage claim.

I stand there tapping my foot impatiently when I hear an unfamiliar voice behind me say, "in a rush?"

I turn around and immediately have to look up because this guy is tall. He's about the same height as Jamie. He's also one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. He gives me a wide smile saying, "sorry, I had to come and talk to you. I saw you at the airport in Boston and the entire duration of the flight I spent trying to figure out a way to talk to you. So, yeah, guess this is it."

I let out a laugh and say, "well, hi. Do you have a name?" He facepalms himself at my words.

"Yeah, of course I do." I raise my eyebrows when he pauses. "Wow, I'm not usually like this at all." He lets out a little laugh saying, "my name is Rhoen."

"I like it."

"Well, that's a relief."

"I'm Amelia, it's nice to meet you, Rhoen."

"The pleasure is mine." I hear the sound of the baggage beginning to come out and turn my attention to the machine. "Which one is yours?" He asks when I begin to step forward.

"The black one there." I point at it and he steps  forwards, grabbing it for me as well as another that happened to be right beside it.

"Strange coincidence." He said as he handed me the handle to my suitcase. "So, uh, are you taking a shuttle or a cab?"

"No, my friend is picking me up. You?"

"I have a ride too." We stand there for a moment just looking at each other when my phone goes off. I pull it out of my pocket to see a text from Jamie saying that he's here. I text him back quickly when Rhoen says, "oh, I didn't realize you had a boyfriend. I'm sorry."

I look up at him and furrow my brow, "why would you say that?"

He points at the phone. "Your background photo of you and the guy."

"No," I laugh, "that's my friend Jamie. He's the one picking me up."

"So, you're not seeing anyone?"

"No, I'm not. I'm single." He looks relieved.

"Does that mean you'd be interested in taking my number?" I open my phone back up and look at him expectantly which makes him smirk. He gives me his number and I tell him I have to go meet Jamie. "Let me walk you out?" I pause for a moment because there's a small part of me that feels like that's not a good idea. "Never mind. I don't have to wal-"

"No," I think about the pink thong and Jamie's disheveled bed, "I'd like that." I give him a smile before we both decide to walk together. We're making small talk as we make our way to the door. Rhoen opens the door for me and I spot Jamie immediately. He's leaning against a sports car with his arms crossed over his chest. When his eyes find mine my heart flutters a bit.

It's just because I haven't seen him. It's just because I've missed him. No, it's not because the last morning I'd seen him I'd woken up butt naked with him. When he stands up straight he opens his arms and I don't think twice before running and jumping inside of them.

"Mellie baby!" He said while catching me.

"Jamie baby!" I cling to him happily.

"Fuck, I missed you so much." He squeezes me tightly in his arms and an image of him doing this with my legs wrapped around him as he's pounding into me flashes in my mind. "It feels so good to have you in my arms again, baby."

Baby is an endearment he's used for me a million times but the tone was different now. There was something just different about it. I hear a cough behind me when Jamie sets me down on my feet. I turn around to see Rhoen standing there with my luggage awkwardly.

I tuck my hair behind my ears and say, "thanks for bringing that over, Rhoen."

"No problem." He hands it over to me. "I've got to catch my ride but call me, alright? I'd love to take you out."

"Will do." He gives me one last drop-dead gorgeous smile before turning and walking away.

"Who's that?"

I turn back around to face Jamie feeling awkward and I hate it. "That's just a guy I met while waiting for my baggage." He nods his head with an unreadable face. He holds out his hand for my luggage and I hand it over. "Thanks." He doesn't say anything as he puts it in the trunk.

"He gave you his number?" Jamie finally says once we're both seated in the car.

"Yeah."

"Nice." But the way he said it was off. "Anyway, I figure we can stay in for the night and go out tomorrow. Unless you really want to go out tonight." He pulls out into traffic effortlessly.

"Nah, it was a really long day of traveling. I'm pretty spent to be honest." I fiddle with the frayed hem of my shorts.

"Then we'll stay in. We can get some room service and watch movies all night." Jamie reaches over and grabs my hand, holding it. "I really missed you, Mellie."

"I really missed you too, Jamie." He squeezes my hand in his before bringing it back to the steering wheel. I glance over to him and his jaw is a bit strained and I'm wondering what that's all about. "What are you thinking about?"

He doesn't look at me as he weaves in and out of traffic saying, "nothing really. I'm just glad you're here."

"Have you made any friends here yet?"

"Not really." Those words temp me to ask about the pink-panty girl, but I don't. "How's everyone doing back at home?"

"Your brothers are good and so is Mon." I don't want to tell him that she's got her first real boyfriend. Jamie will probably want to jump on a plane to Boston. "Your mom and step-dad are doing really good. We just had a family dinner with them the other day."

"Nice, I swear my brothers are going to drive my mother mad. They're crazy." He's right, those twins are nuts. I can't imagine what they'll be like in their teen years. "How're your parents?"

"They're good."

"That's good." Our conversations have never ever felt tense but there's definitely tension now. "Amelia?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't stop thinking about having sex with you."