Rhoen and I are walking hand in hand as we make our way down the corridor. We're in last night's clothing and we probably look like a hot mess since we'd fallen asleep in them. My hair is a complete mess but I don't really care. Apparently, Rhoen found my messy hair sexy. Not a bad look at all, it's actually quite sexy, he'd said. Something about the way he'd said it made me feel like he wouldn't mind seeing my sex hair. That wasn't the reason behind my current state now though.

We'd just had a few more drinks, talked a bit, and then I'd apparently fallen asleep on the couch we'd been chatting on. When I'd woken up, I was on one end of Rhoen's king-sized bed, tucked snugly under the duvet. He'd been on the other side, fully dressed, on top of the blanket. When I'd lifted the covers I was glad to see I was still fully dressed and hadn't done something stupid. You know, like sleep with practically a complete stranger.

My thoughts go to the moment we'd come up to my room last night and hearing Jamie casually fucking someone against his door. Just like he fucked me in my apartment. I shove that toxic thought away. I can't think about that but I also think I should probably change my room. I don't know if I want to be privy to the amount of ass Jamie is going to be getting. It's one thing hearing it from him but a completely other thing to actually hear it. I don't think I can continue to be in the room right next to him while all of that was happening, especially after being one of those girls.

I was one of those girls. I frown at that thought immediately. I don't want to be that to him. I don't want to be just a night of pleasure and nothing more, discarded like a used napkin like all the rest. Logically, I know that I'm not that. I also know that I'd wanted it just as bad as him. I'd wanted to sleep with him and completely coherently too. Then I'd gone out with Rhoen. So, I really couldn't feel any type of way about it but I realize I kind of do.

No, I don't. I don't feel anything for my best friend. I'm just worried that he's not being careful, like always. Right. Yeah, that's it. One of these days he's going to end up knocking a girl up if he's not careful. Jamie was usually careful though, overly so. Not with me though. 

"You know, I never thought I'd be sleeping with you on our first date." Rhoen's words pull me out of my thoughts and make me let out a little laugh.

"Yeah well, don't get too cocky." I look up when I see a girl walking toward us. She gives us a knowing smirk like she knows what we'd been up to. She's wrong but she looks like she was up to much of what she thought we'd done.

"You don't have to worry about that, Amelia." He lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around me, hugging me into him. "It was nice to just spend an evening talking with. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much." He kisses me on the top of my head and I can't help but let out a little giggle. "You're smart, funny, and gorgeous. You're the complete package."

"I don't know about all of that." As we get closer to the room I look up and see Jamie leaning against the door frame. I purse my lips curiously when I see he's not wearing a shirt. That girl is the girl. I can't help but look back automatically at the woman strutting her way down the hallway.

Oh god, Bright. Oh god! Just like that, Bright! Oh fuck, Bright! That's her. I'm one-hundred percent sure that's the girl he was plowing into last night. I'm definitely certain when I look back at his door and he's no longer there.

"I had a good time with you last night, Amelia. Maybe we can do it again before you head back home?" He runs his hand through his dark chocolate locks. His hair is so thick, almost too thick for a man, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through it as well. "Amelia?"

"Hmm?" I was caught up looking at him and he looks like he knows it.

His eyes glisten, "what do you say we get together before you go back home?"

"I'll think about it." I flutter my lashes at him and give him a coy smile.

"Oh, you'll think about it?" Before I can even register what he's doing he slams me up against my door and kisses me fiercely. His large, rough hand cups my jaw as he does. His tongue enters my mouth in the most seductive way, pushing against mine. I reach up and pull him into me, meeting his ferocity with my own. The hand that's not on my face feels down the side of my body, making me tremble. I've never been the sort for public displays of affection but this man makes me want more.

Once his lips slow our kiss and then pull away, I'm left breathless. I look up at him, right up into those deliciously dark orbs that are almost the same color as his hair. He's hungry. He wants me and I want him. That look is dangerous and I want that badly but I need to call it a morning.

"Okay, Rhoen." The words were barely audible because he'd left me breathless.

"So, I've convinced you to spend another night with me?" Now that most certainly held a touch of danger. Danger and pure seduction. "Have I?"

"Yes." He runs his thumb over my cheek and places another featherlight kiss on my lips.

"Good." His eyes darken. "When are you heading back to Boston?"

"In two weeks." The way he's looking at me right now is making me ache in a place that I usually don't ache in at 10am.

"So, I've got two weeks to convince you that the next time I'm in Boston you should also spend some time with me." That makes me quirk an eyebrow because the man has only been on one date with me and he's already talking about going on more in Boston.

"How do you know you'll even want to spend more time with me after another date?"

"Oh, trust me, Amelia, one night with you is all it took." His thumb caresses my bottom lip with his thumb, "and one kiss from these lips already has me wanting more." His hand leaves my face and his other hand leaves my body. "Let me know the next time you're available to get together and I'll make sure I am too." He swoops down and gives me a quick peck on the lips. Afterward, there's a smirk on his lips before he turns away from me and walks down the hallway.

I let out a deep breath and quickly unlock the door to my room. Once I'm inside I lean against the door automatically. I put my hand up to my chest feeling my racing heart beneath the skin. I close my eyes and think back to Rhoen's lips on mine. I bring my other hand to my lips and can't help the school-girlish grin that spreads on my lips.

I clench my thighs as I begin to think of all the other things Rhoen could potentially do to my body. He sounded so sure of himself. Two weeks to convince me to spend more time with him in Boston. I wonder just how and what he expects to show me to get me to spend more time with him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I jump slightly at the noise in the corner of my room. What the heck is that? I walk over to where I'd heard the noise from and notice there's a handle in the wall that's adjacent to Jamie's room. It's not just a handle, it's actually a door painted the same as the room and hardly sticks out. I hadn't even recognized it was there.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I grab the handle and slowly open the door hesitantly. Once the door is all the way open I'm met face to face with Jamie. He's leaning casually against the door frame in just his towel, the left-over moisture from the shower still glistening on his skin. My eyes stroll down to his abdomen and land on the deep-set V peeking out from beneath his towel.

"See anything you like?" He thrusts forward a bit, enough for me to see his dick beneath his towel. I can feel myself blush automatically and I look away. "I'd say you do but it looks like your date went smashingly." That makes my brow scrunch together.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're still in your dress from last night. Your hair looks like it does after you've had sex." He shrugs. "Looks like your evening went successfully."

"So, you think I just went on the date to get laid?" He shrugs again which I can't believe. "Nice, Jamie, real nice. You act like you don't know me."

"Well, I've gotten to know a different side of you lately."

"So, is that the reason you wanted to talk to me half-naked in just a towel? What, you thought we could go at it after going at it with other people?" That makes him frown automatically.

"Wait, so you did sleep with him last night?" He looks like it actually bothers him a little bit and I can't tell if it's just because that's the way he's always been or if it's something different.

"Why'd you give me the condoms if you didn't want me to use them?" His lips purse and he shrugs, yet again, shaking his head slightly. "Unbelievable." I walk over to my purse which I'd discarded on my bed on the way to the hidden door. I unzip it and fish around until I find the box. I turn around, take a few steps, and chuck the box at him saying, "sounded like you'll need them more than me anyway." He catches them and looks at me a bit bewildered. "I slept in Rhoen's room last night because when he came to drop me off I heard Miss Slut and Strut from the hallway this morning moaning your fucking hit-it-and-quit-it code name. So, no, I didn't want to sleep in the room next to yours while you pounded away into her all night. I especially didn't want to hear it after it had been me who you were pounding into the night before!"

Oh fuck. Those last words I hadn't meant to say. Those had slipped out on their own volition. You can tell Jamie hadn't expected me to say them either because his eyes are wide. He looks like he feels bad, almost guilty.

"Mellie..."

I hold up a hand, halting his words. "It's fine, Jamie. You do what you want. You fuck who you want. I don't care. I never have." He takes a step into my room toward me but I take a step back. "Yes, we slept together but that doesn't mean I'm like all the other girls you've slept with."

"Baby, I know that." The look he's currently wearing means he feels horrible. Then his hazel eyes turn a bit sad as he continues, "It's just the way he looks at you and even the way you look at him..."

"What?" I question, not understanding his implication. He walks right up to me, right until he's in front of me. "What, Jamie?"

He lets out a deep breath and says, "It's just I know he wants to sleep with you."

"Okay, so what if he does? Lots of guys have wanted to sleep with me, Jamie. It's not like I'm jumping on top of all their dicks." I cross my arms over my chest in defiance.

"Yeah, but do you want to know the difference between them and him?" I arch an amused brow at him. "You've never dressed like this," his hand runs down the side of my body, "for any one of them."

"You don't know that." I mean, he's right but still.

"Trust me," he gives me a knowing eye, "I know that. I also know that you're not like the other women I've been with, Amelia. I wasn't trying to imply that. It's just..." His hand pauses on my hip bone.

"It's just what?"

His eyes hold mine for a moment. "The way you look at him. You look at him like you want to fuck him, Mellie."

"You don't know that."

"I do," he pauses for a moment before giving me a wry smile, "because you've looked at me the same way."