"Uh, like than Nathan, harder, harder," I screamed breathlessly. "Yes, just like that," I said, my words interwoven by moans.

Nathan turned his head towards me and smirked cheekily. "Sounds like you're having a good time," he winked.

 I scowled and gave him a dirty look. "Shut up, you idiot, and put what I want in my mouth already," I snapped before opening my mouth expectantly.

"Yeah, yeah, I was getting to it greedy," Nathan chuckled as he picked some skittles out of the packet and placed five into my mouth.

Contradictory to what it sounded like, Nathan and I weren't getting hot and heavy under the sheets. Instead, we lay side by side and fully clothed on the bed. We had gotten into a regular pattern of me yelling out one of the vulgar sex phrases he had written down for me to say and him rewarding me by hand-feeding me some skittles.

If you couldn't tell, Nathan was having an absolute field day listening to some of the phrases come out of my mouth. He was enjoying it so much that I was starting to wonder if he was making me do it for his own enjoyment, rather than to make a point to his brother.

"Why the fuck do you have to smile every time I yell something?" I frowned as I twisted around to face him. 

Nathan let out a stupid low chuckle and flipped onto his side as well. "I don't know; it sounds so realistic, so it's hard not to smile," he mumbled, his smile stretching wide.

 "Well, what do you expect; I'm a girl. Of course, I'm good at faking it," I shrugged. 

His smile slowly vanished from his face, and he furrowed his brows. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that nighty percent of the girls you've slept with probably pretended to orgasm," I stated matter of factly.

Nathan recoiled back as though I had physically slapped him in the face. "That's not true. I don't know what kind of losers you've slept with, but anybody I've been with has orgasmed for real," he frowned.

"Got any evidence?" I taunted, deciding to play with him a little.

"Well, no, but I just know, okay," he snapped determinedly. 

"Hmm, whatever helps you sleep at night," I sang.

"Trust me, Sophie, when you sleep with me, all your moans will be real," he stated confidently, his green eyes piercing through me.

There was one simple word that stuck out of his sentence like a sore thumb: When.

When you sleep with me.

I know it was a simple slip of the tongue, but it didn't stop my heart from hammering away like a lunatic. I cleared my throat and rolled back onto my back again, not liking the way his eyes were making me feel.

After a moment of silence, Nathan spoke. "Why don't you yell number nine, now," Nathan probed as he nodded his head down to the paper resting on my stomach.

 With a sigh, I picked it up and looked down the list to see which one he was talking about. As soon as I read over it, I felt my entire face heat up, and I shook my head vigorously. "No, Nathan, nope. I am not saying that," I said forcefully.

"Please, come on, for me," he said as he widened his gorgeous eyes and jutted out his bottom lip.

 I wish I could say the sight of his face was irritating, but it wasn't. It was godamn cute. Adorable even. And like that, he won.

I rolled my eyes in frustration at my patheticness. "Fine, but I get ten skittles this time," I grumbled bitterly. 

"Sounds like a fair enough deal to me," he chirped with a cheerful smile.

Giving him one final dirty look, I stared back up at the ceiling, closed my eyes before reluctantly getting into character. I let out a long moan. "Uhhh, god, Nathan, you're so hot. This pussy is just for you, baby," I yelled out in my half-moaning, half-breathless voice. 

As soon as the words left my mouth, I plain and simply wanted to kill myself. I was genuinely cringing, so badly that I felt the walls of my very soul starting to collapse.

As expected, Nathan clutched his stomach and started to cackle with laughter like a naughty schoolboy.

"Shut up," I hissed as I gave his arm a vicious whack with the back of my hand. 

This only spurred Nathan to shake even harder, and all I could do was cross my arms and pout up at the ceiling like a child.

Slowly he sobered up, and he rubbed the tears of amusement out of my eyes before sitting up slightly. "Okay, okay, I'm done. Here's your prize, open," he said as he dug his hand into the skittles packet.

As he was about to drop them in my open mouth, he stopped. "Wait a second, why am I hand feeding you?" he asked abruptly.

I stopped, realizing he had a point. He had randomly started feeding me halfway through our session, and I accepted it without any questions.

"Probably because you're my little bitch?" I shrugged with a teasing smirk on my face. 

He scowled, clearly not over my forehead drawing incident. "Just shut up and take the stupid skittles, already," he grumbled as he raised his hand back up to my mouth again.

As I happily accepted the skittles, there was a loud, and very angry sounding knock at the door. My suspicion for who it was, got confirmed as the words, "Nathan, stop fucking around and open the door right now," got yelled through the door. The voice unmistakeably belonged to a very, angry Noah.

Both of us let out a loud snort, and I attempted to shove my fist into my mouth to help muffle my laughter.

"This should be fun," Nathan chuckled as he swung himself off the bed. 

"Wait," I whispered as I quickly grabbed his arm. 

"What's wrong?" he asked in confusion, turning back to face me.

"You need to look more sex-ed up, you know. Here let me help you," I said as I quickly scrambled up to my knees, so our faces were roughly level.

Nathan's eyes widened as I boldly grabbed the hem of his top and tugged it up his torso. He stiffened at first, but then soon followed my lead, and helped lift the material off his head. It took everything in me not to let my eyes wander down his shirtless body.

 "Okay, is this better?" he said, holding his arms out for assessment.

The persistent sound of a hand knocking against the door continued behind us, but I ignored it. "Hmm, not quite," I said as I looked around the room for inspiration. 

Then surprising him, and even myself, I crawled over to the bedside table and grabbed my water bottle. He eyed me in confusion as I unscrewed the cap. "Wait, what are you-"

 I didn't let him finish before I splashed his chest with water. Then before he even had a chance to react, I reached out and started to rub it around his chest. Don't worry, I hadn't gone crazy. I was trying to make him look sweaty. 

But, I would be a terrible liar though if I didn't admit the feeling of rubbing my hands up and down the hard lines of his abdominals, wasn't the highlight of my week. Because it most definitely fucking was.

I could feel Nathan's eyes digging into my forehead as I worked, but he remained completely silent and didn't say a damn word in protest.

"There, now you look all sweaty," I said, leaning back once I was done. 

The weird half-dazed look in his eyes disappeared, and he widened his eyes in understanding. "Oh, that's why you did that...," he trailed off.

"Duh, why else would I fucking do that," I snorted as I hopped off the bed. I quickly put a hand on Nathan's back and pushed him towards the door. 

Upon reaching it, I twisted him around and narrowed my eyes as I scanned him from head to toe. "Hmm, maybe we could do this," I mumbled. 

Hurriedly standing on my tiptoes, I ran my fingers through the short curls of his hair to make it look as though it had been mushed up against a pillow. Once I was satisfied it looked a little more roughed up, I boldly grabbed the waistband of Nathan's joggers.

Nathan jumped. "Woah, Sophie, give a guy a little warning," he whispered as his eyes widened cutely with embarrassment. 

I smiled a little and finished pulling his joggers to sit low on his hips. "Oops," I shrugged, without a trace of regret in my tone.

 Nathan rolled his eyes. "Okay, whatever, just go sit on the bed," he whispered as he lightly pushed me away.

Once I was safely out of sight, Nathan silenced the rapid knocking at the door by swinging it open. I tried to tilt my neck so I could catch a glimpse of Noah, but all I could see was Nathan's stupid back. A stupid sexy back, yes, but it was blocking the likely hilarious-looking face of Nathan's pissed brother.

"Took your fucking time to open the door, didn't you," I heard Noah's voice hiss through the door.

Nathan chuckled. "Sorry, when you've got a hot girl in bed clawing at your back, it's hard to tear yourself away," he drawled in a lazily bragging tone.

Clawing at his back?

Annoyed that he made me look like a kinky bitch, I grabbed a sandal off the floor and chucked it at his back.

He didn't even flinch when it hit him as though he was expecting it.

"How the hell are you fucking her?" Noah said, his voice laced with disbelief. 

Nathan stilled. "What's that supposed to mean?" Nathan said, a slight edge to his tone.

"What I mean is that you don't go after girls like Sophie. Ever since high school, you don't mix sex and feelings, so what gives?" he said bluntly.

"Who says there are any feelings between us?" Nathan shrugged. I swallowed and looked down to the floor as he said that, hating how badly his words seemed to sting.

Noah let out a rich melodious laugh as though Nathan had said something hysterical. "Are you for fucking real?" You're obsessed with her," Noah snickered.

Nathan remained still and shuffled awkwardly in place. "Look, whatever, I've got to get back to Sophie, so get to the point."

"Well, I've come over here to tell you guys to shut up. I can hear Sophie's stupid moans all the way from the other room," Noah spat.

Nathan leaned against the doorframe cockily and crossed his arms. "And? What else do you expect when she's in here with me?"

I stifled the urge to throw a pillow at him, his arrogance pissing me off.

"Oh, cue, the speech, Romeo. Just keep it quiet, or I'll get Dad up here to get you to shut up," he muttered. And that must have been the end of his outburst because the sound of his footsteps slapping fiercely down the corridor soon echoed in the distance.

Nathan swung the door closed with a snort and turned to face me with a victorious smile. "Well, done actress, you fooled him," he smiled.

"Was I good enough to deserve the whole packet of skittles?" I sang sweetly as I innocently batted my eyelashes. 

"You know, what, fuck it. They're all yours," he smiled as he fished them out his pocket and threw them over to me.

"Yay," I cheered as I eagerly tore them open.

I was so busily engorging myself in the skittles that I barely noticed Nathan draw closer until he climbed on the bed and laid down beside me. I turned my head towards him in surprise, and I was disappointed to find he had put his top back on. 

 Focusing back on my original confusion, I raised a singular eyebrow. "Er..why are you still here? I did what you asked," I said bluntly.

Nathan opened his mouth, but no words came out as though he didn't even know the answer to the question himself. "I don't know. I thought we could hang out for a bit, watch a movie perhaps?" he mumbled quietly, his eyes dipping down slightly in embarrassment.

 His request caught me by surprise, and before I could even fully process it, a smile overtook my face. "I knew you wanted a slumber party," I teased.

"Oh, shut up," he grumbled, despite the fact, there was a massive smile on his face too.

And that's how Nathan and I ended up cuddled underneath my blanket while we watched some cheesy rom-com. He hadn't wanted to watch it at first, but I had worn him down with my persistent begging.

 I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, but about halfway through the film, as I grew more and more tired, I had decided to lean my head against his shoulder. He had looked down at me in surprise when I did it, but he hadn't said a word. Instead, he had gradually moved his hand to my hair, so he could aimlessly play with the loose strands. It was hard to explain, but it felt so safe. It was almost as though I belonged in this position.

Which was ridiculous, of course. But that's how it felt...

"Can I ask you a weird question?" Nathan asked, breaking the silence between us. 

"Hmm, yeah, sure, ask away," I mumbled dismissively as I continued to watch the film. 

"It's about the night I met you," he explained.

 This piqued my interest, and I looked up at him curiously. Since my head still rested against his shoulder, this move put our faces a dangerous few inches apart. "What about that night?" I whispered.

An amused smile broke through his lips. "Why were you dressed like a sexy cat?" he whispered.

 I stared at him blankly for a second before my cheeks burned as I realized he was talking about my old stripper waitressing uniform. Wearing a short leather playsuit and fake cat ears was hardly an image of myself that I wanted to be reminded of. 

 "Oh, right that...," I mumbled, averting my eyes a little. "It was my old uniform. I used to work at a strip club-

"What!" Nathan interrupted; his eyes widened to practically five times their size. 

I rolled my eyes at his hysterics. "Relax, I was a strip club waitress, you idiot. I only handed out drinks."

"Oh thank, god, thank fucking god," he repeated over and over, his chest visibly relaxing.

 I snickered and lifted an eyebrow his way. "Why? Jealous of all the guys, I would have shaken my arse for that, weren't you?" I teased. 

His lips plucked up a little. "Nah, I wouldn't need to be. You already gave me a private dance, anyway. Remember the chair dance?" he smirked, referring back to the sexy just dance performance I'd put on for him. 

I blushed a little as I remembered before letting my face grow sombre once more. "No, but seriously, would you have thought less of me if I was an ex-stripper?" I asked cautiously. Feeling as though I knew his answer already, I braced myself.

He shook his head softly. "No, of course not, it's just...I don't like the idea of you doing something that makes you uncomfortable just for money," he mumbled.

I pondered his words for a second and continued to stare silently into his eyes.

He cleared his throat. "Also, there's another thing I've been meaning to say about that night. I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes flickering softly back and forth between mine. 

I was beyond shocked at this point, and all I could do was stare. 

"I've been meaning to say this for a while but I've been too embarrassed," he said, with a bitter laugh. "I was a horrible piece of shit to you that night for no apparent reason. Implying even as a joke that you looked like a whore, or a hooker or whatever else I said, was dumb and insensitive, and a straight-up lie," he said, swallowing thickly. 

He returned his eyes back to me. "So, yeah, I'm so embarrassed, and I'm sorry," he whispered.

Seconds went by, and I didn't say anything. I just stared while my heart rampaged away in my chest. "I...erm, I appreciate your apology," I finally whispered out.

 He gave me a weak smile with a hint of saddened regret still sparkling through his eyes before slowly turning back to the screen.

As the music of the film played softly out in the background, I repeated the words of Nathan's apology over and over till they became almost haunting. 

My entire plan was based on him being unforgivable and soulless – the kind of person who would never apologize. But he did exactly that completely unprovoked. 

 I stole a glance at him and searched and searched for the same dickhead I saw at the club, but I couldn't see him anymore. Instead, I only saw my friend.  

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Author's note:

Hope you enjoyed the chapter and thanks for reading. 

Also, I really hope nobody read the beginning of this chapter with someone looking over their shoulder... because if so, I deeply apologize. 

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