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Tell me where you're from. I've guessed so many countries...sigh.

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"So, what do you want to do today?" Diego asked me as we both got in and shut the door. After we went to the hospital yesterday, he was told he had stomach bugs due to something he ate, nothing serious and he was now taking medication to treat it.

But that didn't stop me from staying the whole day with him and also spending the night. We'd have gone clubbing since yesterday was Friday but after the way I saw him react in his bathroom, not on my watch.

He needed to stay at home and get proper rest.

The poor thing, I couldn't bear to see him alone in this whole apartment.

"Have you forgotten Paul is coming over tomorrow?" I asked him, dropping the grocery bag on the table and digging in to pick a bar of snickers.

I moaned at the taste. We'd just gotten back from the cafe nearby, since we couldn't go there to get the coffee we so much desired after what happened yesterday and we'd also stopped by the store to get some little items and groceries we might need.

"I remember, dummy. I'm asking you what you want to do...today. With me."

I rolled my eyes at his tone.

It seemed the only thing I ever did with Diego when I wasn't devouring him with my eyes was me rolling them.

"Erm, why don't we cuddle?" I eyed his naked chest and blinked, looking away quickly while I decided to turn on the TV and see if any interesting thing was going on there.

He was already pulling me to sit between his thighs as I made the suggestion and digging his nose into my neck. His arms swiftly wrapped around my body.

"You love my body that much, I see?" His voice had gone an octave lower.

I shuddered, feeling my body heat up in all the right places.

"I can't deny that fact." I licked my lips but refrained from trailing my hands over his toned body. If he flipped me over the center glass table and pulled down my skirt and pantie right now to start pounding into me from behind, I wouldn't even have an objection.

Yes, I was that shameless when it came to Diego.

His grey eyes assessed me as I turned around and felt his forehead. Diego rolled his eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes, I'm checking your temperature."

"You're being a mummy. I left one in California and another one at Alfonsi's mansion..oh yes, there's Kara too at your dorm. Don't even start with the mummy duties again." He grumbled.

"Speaking of which, I haven't even told Kara when I'll be returning today. But I called her last night though."

"She'll be fine. She has her stony faced boyfriend watching over her." He chuckled.

I cackled at his comment. Stephano truly used to be Mr stone faced, or at least that was what Kara made me believe.

What I knew though, was that he loved her to the moon and back. "What does it even feel like having that man as your boss?"

"It's pretty normal. We don't see...or we didn't use to see each other till he discovered I was Kara's twin. Do you know he hated me so much back then?" Diego frowned as if the idea of someone hating him was utterly appalling.

"I hated you too then Diego, you just couldn't get the memo."

"What memo?" He pecked my cheek and chuckled when I smacked his left thigh. I couldn't stop the smile that curled over my lips at his sweet act even if I tried.

"To leave Kara alone, of course." I adjusted so I was resting on him properly and one leg was on the couch.

Diego chuckled and tightened his arms around me, one arm going around to tuck my hair to the side.

I felt the tingles that erupted all over my body at the same second and they gathered at my core. Delicious tingles. I rested my back on his chest and let myself relax in his assuring hold.

"I didn't like Kara the way you thought. There was this...this connection between us, I knew there was a reason I was so fond of her." He slowly explained, his voice going soft. Now I understood why he always stared at Kara and just smiled.

Like she was all he'd ever prayed for. The reason was simply because Kara was his twin sister.

While I'd thought Kara was someone else to him and I had given him hell for it.

"Babe?" Diego murmured.

"Hmm?" I craned my neck to face Diego who looked like he was thinking deeply about something.

"Why did you leave that night?"

"What nigh- oh..." I tensed.

My heartbeat skyrocketed.

That night.

I heaved a deep breath, sucking in as much air as I could as I repeated the two words in my head. That night. I didn't like talking about it. It was the second time I would have sex with a guy.

The first time was with my high school boyfriend, Homan Chambers. Homan had comforted me when I was suffering heartache from the rejection I got when I confessed my feelings to Peter Grants, my high school crush.

But after that first sex, I discovered it was just a game to Homan. A bet he'd made with his friends to know if the hot girl who had no boyfriend— and was in love with Peter Grants— would fall for him.

But I'd given Homan a taste of his own medicine after that, since I was never one to back down.

I'd humiliated him in front of the whole school, pasting it on the walls that I, 'Adrian Houston', didn't enjoy the sex I had with Homan Chambers because he was a two minute guy.

The humiliation Homan suffered back in high school had gained me my own respect back and also, it had given so many girls the confidence they lost when those guys taunted them because they'd given them their virginities.

And after that, I'd just decided to be crazy.

So in year years later when we went for a family vacation and I 'got lost', I'd been with the hot dark haired man who had this foreign look about him despite his hair. I'd noticed him at the club after first seeing him at the hotel pool, and then I realized he was also lodging at the hotel my dad had lodged.

So when he returned to his room all drunk and spent, he saw me on his bed, the room I'd mistaken for mine in my equally tipsy state because our rooms were beside each other. That wasn't an accuse though, because I'd somehow managed to steal his keys while I was still sober. A dangerous and careless move, I know. He could've been a serial killer and a rapist yet I'd stupidly snuck into his room and seduced him. I should've ran out when he came in, or stumbled out, since I knew what I was doing.

But since I liked him, he was fair game.

So I'd stripped.

With dignity.

And begged the tipsy man to sleep with me, no, I'd seduced him. I was tipsy too, but I could've found my way out one way or the other but I didn't do that, because I wanted every inch of him on me and in me.

And that had been the same night I realized I shouldn't have done it because it didn't feel like me just having someone bang my brains out. It felt like there was more to it.

But I wouldn't see him anymore would I?

Oh, what a small world we live in.

"I don't know." I whispered.

"Really?" He moved behind me, resting properly at the edge of the couch and pulling me by the shoulder to rest on him. His hands quickly returned to their previous positions below my breasts. The warmth was soothing and it made me very aware of each move he made.

"I..I was young and stupid and-"

"You wanted me." he turned me to face him. "You still do." He told me with clenched teeth, obvious irritation in his eyes. He didn't like the fact that I'd still not acknowledged what happened that night.

He pressed his firm lips on mine.

We were unmoving.

But our souls seemed to be interwoven in a way.

They expressed to each other, what we couldn't express with words. His lips were gentle and warm on mine.

I kissed him once. Just a taste.

Then I pulled away.

I flung my arms around him.

"Oh Diego...what do we do? I don't want to ruin this between us." I turned sideways and hugged him by the waist.

"We could always take it to the next level. I'm fair game." He said softly.

I looked up into his beautiful grey eyes.

"What if...no." I shook my head. I couldn't risk it. "No, we're not going to do that because you're too precious to me. And also, have you dated in the past one year?"

"No?" His face morphed into an expression of utter confusion.

"When last did you date someone?"

"I've not dated since I was seventeen. Since I graduated high school."

"We need to get you a girlfriend." I stated with a determined look.

"Wh-"

I placed my index finger on his lips to shut him up. "Diego, we'll be best friends. We'll always be best friends. Okay?"

Lines appeared on his forehead as his face stretched into a frown. "Are you drunk?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm in my right senses and I know what I'm saying. Okay?"

My hands were trembling as I tried to calm myself. This was too much for me. My lips stretched into what I prayed was a sincere smile for him.

"So what you're saying now is that even though you know how I feel about yo-"

I shut him up again. "Diego. You've not dated in a while, I just got out of a relationship...and I need a break from all the stress involved in being involved with someone, but I don't want to keep you waiting."

"I'm not complaining." He kissed me again, resting his forehead on mine.

"But I am."

"Babe, maybe-" I smacked my lips against his smartly, licking the seam of his lower lip with my tongue and moaning a little. I felt him tense when I pulled away.

"Fùck I shouldn't have done that but you kept rambling. The thing is this, we'll get you a girlfriend but we'll still be friends and if things don't work out, we'll comfort each other. But no matter what, we'll always be friends. Okay?"

He looked upset but shrugged. "You can't tell me what is best for me. I know what is best for me and who is best for me. But whatever you want, for now, I'm here."

My heart skipped a beat as I took a gulp. He was here 'for now'.

He couldn't be here forever, of course he couldn't.

Even Lucas died, so who was to say that Diego wouldn't want to relocate or something? Or even lose interest eventually?

I stared at him deeply. No. I couldn't lose him. Friends forever.

I started thinking about how hurt and how sad I'd be if Diego ever moved away or went back to his parents place in California. The thought scared me. I was scratching my arm, it was so itchy that I kept scratching it for a good deal of time.

"Adrian are you listening?"

He grabbed my hand and pursed his lips into a grim line. I looked at my hands to see I'd scratched too much and the spot was now red and ugly.

"What did you say?" I asked in a small voice.

"It's okay, come here. Let's talk about all this some other time." He hugged me and pecked my forehead.

Amd we stayed in that spot for a long time, just listening to each other's heartbeat.

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Guys...don't blame Adrian for how she's reacting or her response to Diego's feelings. She's gone through a lot and is scared of letting go like she did with Lucas. Let's see how this works for them :'(