Okay... last one. Thanks already to jueka1 and brightyeolie

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At first I was frozen with shock. Her fingers slowly weaved through my hair, breast pressing up against me as she took another step closer. Her other arm gripped at my waist.

And then finally the realisation kicked in.

Sara is kissing me.

SARA is kissing me.

SARA IS KISSING ME.

At once, my arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me, taking in this moment while I had it. And then my own mouth started to move against hers.

It was like everything and nothing I had ever dreamed of. Her lips were so full against mine. Her body so small and fragile in my hold. But inside... inside I was lighting up like a starry night sky. Like a rainbow after it rains. Like a pink and orange sky just before sunset.

I had no sense of our surroundings anymore. All that mattered was how good her shoulder blade felt under my right hand. How her back curved just before her butt, making a perfect spot for my left hand to sit. How amazing it felt to have her hands caressing over me, touching me. And how arousing it was as her hips pressed against mine with each jostling of our bodies that came with our feverish kisses.

Sara let out a desperate whimper, mouth parting open as her tongue traced against my lip.

I responded by immediately opening my mouth to her, letting her plunge her tongue into my mouth as I slowly back-stepped our bodies towards her bed.

Legs buckling as I reached the edge of her mattress, I fell down, pulling her with me.

Sara straddled my hips as her mouth continued to explore mine, her hands roaming over my body. Touching, pressing, squeezing.

Eventually I broke away, gasping for air as her mouth then trailed down my jaw, unable to leave me.

"Oh Sara," I moaned as her lips found the hollow of my neck and her fingers trailed up my thigh.

At my mention of her name though, she pulled back, eyes meeting mine, searching me. "I don't really know what I'm doing here," she whispered.

My heart squeezed a painful pang as I wondered what her words meant.

Is she regretting this already?

Are things going to be awkward between us now?

Has she realised she doesn't actually like—

"Am I going too fast?" she then asked, fingers trailing over my thigh again.

"Too..." I managed to get out of my mouth, unable to concentrate as her hand came up closer and closer. But then I shook my head. "Not fast enough."

Smile taking hold of her face, she slowly leaned back down, midnight hair forming a curtain around us as she tenderly pressed her lips back to mine. "It's just," she whispered, "I've never done this before..."

I gently pried her mouth away from mine, eyes searching her face. "We don't have to—"

Her eyes narrowed before she cut me off. "Oh we do. I think I'll combust if we don't go further. Just... I need some help." Her lips gently game back down on mine. "Tell me what feels good," she whispered against my lips. Then her other hand slid down my waist, and her fingers came together to fumble with the button of my pants.

I trailed my fingers up and down her bare back as Sara snuggled into me. Her room was growing dim and Callie was bound to be coming back soon. But for now, I just wanted to relish in the fact that she was in my arms. That not only did we kiss... but that we had gone the full way. That she had let me be her first...

"Lex?" she finally whispered.

"Mmm?" I asked, fingers pausing, wondering if this was the part where she changes her mind about me.

I don't know why I was so scared.

Perhaps because I knew she was my sister's best friend.

Perhaps because Sara seemed too good for me.

But also perhaps because I was her first... maybe she realised she wasn't actually into girls.

But then Sara said, "Did I do okay?"

Pulling her back slightly, I did everything in my power to keep my gaze on her face and not her naked body that was now revealing itself to me. "Were my moans not enough proof?"

She gave me a hesitant smile. "Not fake?"

I rolled my eyes at her before flipping her onto her back, towering my body over hers. "Most certainly not," I whispered, pressing my lips back onto her cheek and down her neck.

Sara moved her head, giving me better access to the nape of her neck as I pressed open mouth kisses over her skin. "As much as I'd like to do it again," she finally said, bringing me to a halt.

Now she will say it... Now she regrets it.

"We need to discuss some things before Callie comes back."

Pulling away from her, I fell onto my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, heart hammering in my chest as I waited for my moment of bliss and joy to disappear.

"We should tell her straight away," Sara then said, rolling over until her face was hovering close to mine again.

Meeting Sara's eyes in confusion, not expecting her to really still be going ahead with this—fully anticipating her saying I was just an experiment in her sexuality journey—my heart was starting to leap for joy. But I was trying to tell it to not to get too excited.

"Straight away?" I asked.

"She's not going to like it if we hide this from her. It's best to just rip the bandaid off."

"But... then you're going to have to tell her you're gay and—"

"Callie already knows I'm bi."

I paused, eyes searching her face. "But you two always were commenting on Geralt from The Witcher."

Sara let out a shrug. "Callie is straight and doesn't relate when I crush on girls, so I generally don't mention how hot the girls are too."

"So..." I tried to mull over her words to make sense of everything that had happened... all the lead up.

All the hand holding... I wondered if it was a friendly thing.

But this whole time she knew she was bi.

So what was holding her back?

"Why now?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Sara questioned, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Why did you suddenly kiss me now?"

"Because Callie likes my brother."

My brows knotted together as I tried and failed to connect the dots. "I don't get it," I admitted.

Heaving a sigh, she fell onto her back again, hand quickly finding mine under the covers. "There's this unwritten rule between friends to not crush on siblings. But considering you not only admitted Callie likes my brother but is also doing the kiss list because of him... well, I assume that gives me permission to be open about my feelings for you. Because she'd be a hypocrite to say we can't be together if she's digging my brother. Besides, if that's what is holding her back from confessing to him—"

"It's more than you holding her back."

Sara heaved a sigh. "I know. She also probably shouldn't confess yet considering the dimwit likes your beautiful self. But... Regardless, I know now about all of it. And she can't get in my way of what my heart wants without being a hypocrite. And I'm sick of biding my time until it's okay to have you."

My heart squeezed in delight as I lolled my head to look at her. "You really do like me?"

Sara's face fell into a deadpan. "You think I'd go down on you for twenty minutes if I didn't like you?"

I could feel my cheeks flush as I averted my gaze. "I suppose not..."

Her gently fingers collided with my cheek, slowly brushing their way along my jaw and stopping at my chin as she nudged my face back up until I was looking at her again. "I started falling for you the moment I laid eyes on you when you came back, Lex. When you came to school that first day and Callie pointed you out... I can't begin to explain how excited I was when you told me that same day that you're gay. I've been trying so hard to win you over."

I was sure my cheeks were crimson at this point, but despite my embarrassment, it was impossible to look away from her obsidian depths I was falling into. "You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, Sara. You didn't have to try at all to win me over."

A small smile took hold of her face as she squeezed my hand. Shimmying a little closer on the bed, her thumb stroked my face as she gazed into my eyes. "Does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?"

Snagging my lip between my teeth, I gave her a small nod. "If you'll be mine?"

"Duh," she said. But rather than teasing me, she pulled me back in for another kiss. And it didn't take long after that for us to go back to where we left off some moments ago, exploring each other's bodies until we were shaking in delight.

Dressed and rinsed after our sweaty afternoon, we were curled up in her bed again and in each other's arms as we watched a movie together (this time on top of the sheets). Everything felt right being like this with Sara. But a small part of me was anxious for Callie coming back and having to tell her that not only was I gay, but also that I had fallen for her best friend.

Sara had assured me Callie wouldn't and couldn't be mad considering everything... But the doubt didn't ease.

I had to see it to believe it.

The first announcement of Callie's arrival back at Sara's was from the closing door downstairs. Slowly followed by the hobbled steps up the stairs, Sara and I disentangled ourselves from each other, in mutual agreement we couldn't just hit her with it like that by catching us like this.

A small part of me was worried what this meant about the kiss list though. Because would Callie still do it if I wasn't? Or was this my way of forfeiting?

Would she run with the opportunity to never speak to me again?

Would she never confess to Noah?

As I spiralled back into the worries, starting to feel the regret overwhelm me at having done all this with Sara and made all these promises that were bound to see my sister or Sara get hurt, the door swung open and Callie stood in the doorway.

Immediately, Sara sat up straight, taking in my sister.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly, walking across the room to Callie whose hair was damp and bikini wetting her shirt from underneath.

But rather than responding to Sara, her eyes found mine. "I don't want to do the kiss list anymore," she confessed.

"What?" I asked, sitting up, hope brewing in me.

No kiss list...

No hurting Sara.

No hurting Callie...

Maybe things would finally look—

"I can't do it anymore because... The bet is pointless. If I lose, I really don't want to confess to..." she glanced at Sara. "That guy."

"Why not, Callie?" Sara then asked, face falling as she stared at her best friend.

"Because..." But then her bottom lip started to quiver.

Sara immediately closed the distance, wrapping an arm around my sister to keep her up.

"Because I like Flynn," she finally sobbed.

As Callie fell into Sara's arms, beginning to weep her worries about how she could possibly deal with her confusing feelings for her friend, Sara's eyes met mine across the room.

I knew in one instant the message she was trying to send me.

We couldn't tell Callie about us.

We couldn't tell anyone about us.

Because if Callie no longer liked Noah... then Sara was breaking her code with her friend. And she was bound to hate both of us.

Oh the options....