{ Author's note: guyyyyyyyys. So I've planned the rest of how this story is gonna work out...and the ending. And it's not gonna conclude bECAUSE there's gonna be a part two! So yeah. I'm really excited and I hope you enjoy it. I think if this was an actual novel the chapters would be much longer and I wouldn't separate them as much so there wouldn't be so many lol. BUT THERES GONNA BE A LOT BECAUSE THIS IS WATTPAD. }

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Roy awoke the next morning naked, sweaty and a tad bit disoriented. His hair stuck to his forehead and the bed sheets clung to his body. For a split second he forgot where he was; he noticed that actually happened often; and then was reminded of the interesting night by women's clothes flung across the room.

The sun was only just beginning to shine through the bedroom window. He had forgotten what lovely view there always was of the sunrise. He hadn't slept up here in two years. Roy inhaled deeply as the sun came over his face. It warmed his aching nose.

Dahlia was facing the other way laying on her side, breathing heavily. He moved closer to her, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. He traced her form, starting at the graceful curve of her neck, from her shoulder, down her waist, the curve of her hip. He ran his finger down Dahlia's back and leaned against her.

"Mmm," Roy breathed.

Dahlia yawned. She rolled over to face Roy, eyes still closed. She burrowed her head against his chest.

"Hi," she mumbled.

Roy kissed Dahlia on the top of the head. "Good morning."

'What time is it?"

"If you mean, do we need to get ready for work yet, we can stay in bed for at least another two hours. If you'd like."

"Ahh," Dahlia stretched and curled up into a ball, still pressed up against Roy.

Roy savored the moment. He really took in the human contact. Skin against skin. Breath against hair. The slow and steady rise of chests. Pheromones. Dahlia had a full head of sex hair. Roy massaged her scalp, smiled, and stopped.

"Did we have pity sex?"

Dahlia sat upright. "What?"

"Did you sympathy fuck me?"

Dahlia burst out laughing. "Sympathy fuck?"

Roy raised his eyebrows. "Don't answer my question with a question."

"N-no. It was a...reward," Dahlia yawned.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah because you did what I wanted you to try."

"Are we going to have sex every time you get me to stand up?"

"Probably."

Dahlia put a sheet around her body and stood up to retrieve her clothes thrown off in passion.

"We're not doing the whole stairs thing whenever you want to have sex, Dahlia."

"I've never made love on a couch before." Dahlia leaned over Roy and kissed him on the lips.

Sex doesn't constitute love making.

"Absolutely not."

Dahlia frowned. She sat on Roy's lap, gesturing for him to clasp the back of her bra.

"Why not?"

"I'm not the only person who lives here."

"Yeah. Right," Dahlia nodded.

"Can you like turn around for a minute?"

"What?"

"Just face the wall for like thirty seconds."

"Why?"

"Pants, Dahlia. It's complicated and I hate myself."

"Okay..." Dahlia rolled her eyes and faced the door. "Sorry I, uh, practically ripped them off you last night."

"You don't need to talk about it..."

Roy put on his pants the way he always did. He looked at Dahlia. Her arms were crossed. She had the perfect hourglass figure. Perfectly sculpted ass, perfect for grabbing. Slender shoulders. The small of her back curved slightly. He studied her for what seemed like several minutes.

"You can turn around now."

Dahlia began to put on her dress. Roy buttoned his shirt.

"You look good," Dahlia smiled.

"Yeah."

Dahlia's method of, shall we say, transport, was the same as the night before. However it was a tad bit difficult going downstairs.

"Hold on." Dahlia somehow found a way to mount Roy into her back. He was rather astounded. Dahlia was at least a foot shorter than he was.

Roy said nothing.

Whit sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. He sort of just stared at Dahlia and Roy as Dahlia practically threw him into his wheelchair. Dahlia stared back. Roy was beet red.

"I'm gonna start the car," Dahlia said, still making eye contact with Whit. She confidently strolled away and Roy cautiously wheeled over to his brother.

"How much did you hear."

Whit crossed his arms. "I. Heard. Everything."

"Oh..."

"You fucked my childhood best friend."

"Yeah..."

"While our parents were home."

"They were-" Roy's eyes widened.

"Honestly I think they were just confused as to how you got upstairs."

"Uh..."

"Are you trying to be like, I don't know, independent or something? Because it's obviously not working."

Roy bit his tongue. He cocked his head. "Dahlia is great in bed, by the way. Like, really great."

Whit nodded. Roy wasn't sure if Whit wanted to punch him or not but suddenly became nervous because if he did it would fuck up his nose even more.

"That was so funny like five years ago when we were all at the carnival and you bought her a caramel apple and she refused and walked away with that kid from church camp."

"I didn't know she preferred candy," Roy said.

"I knew."

Roy joined Dahlia in the car and she grinned at him.

"He heard everything, didn't he."

"Yup."

"I still want to go out tonight," she said.

Dahlia rested her hand over Roy's like she had done after they broke out of the hospital. She squeezed it tightly.

"As you wish."

Roy felt it difficult to say no to her.