I'm woken up by Amanda's irritating squeaking voice, she has been singing shake it off by Taylor swift repeatedly, I'm not a morning person and this is supposed to be some kind of a vacation, I plan on waking up around noon or never because I'm not ready to see Nick's gorgeous face again, I just don't know what I'm going to say to him or if I'll be able to look him in the eye after last night.

I don't know what to do, I thought this feeling would disappear by this morning but it's still in me. Pounding.

"Amanda shut up! will you please." I groan with my eyes still closed, I'll lose sleep once I open them.

"Get up, it's a beautiful day outside!" She cheers, I hear her opening the long curtains.

Sundays always seem to be short to me because I think about Mondays all throughout the day.

"Let me enjoy this comfortable bed." I lift the sheets over my head.

Amanda and I ended up sleeping in the boys' bedroom last night, we explained to Jason and Miles about what happened with Sofia and they 'sacrificed' their room for us, Nick wasn't present during the conversation, Miles said he was still taking a stroll on the beach when Amanda asked about him, that relieved and worried me, I asked myself questions like. What is he thinking about? Does he regret it? Does he not? What was he about to tell me before I ran away? But I guess we'll never know.

"C'mon, Allison, something smells nice downstairs, we gotta go eat it." I feel the sheets disappear from my body.

My Mom does this all the time, I just wish they all knew how unpleasant it feels.

"It's probably just Sofia cooking her sorrows away." I force myself up, leaning against the headboard and rubbing my eyes before opening them.

"No it's not, those girls don't even know how a frying pan looks like." She laughs.

She's not wrong, Sofia's hands are so soft I don't think she has ever lifted a plate before, she doesn't even carry her own books to school, she has minions to do that for her.

"True but I still can't go down there." I shrink deeper into the bed, she rolls her eyes at me.

"Allie, you kissed him now you have to talk about it." She says from her 'experience.'

My heart is reacting again.

I hate this feeling so freaking much.

"But I don't wanna talk about it." I whine like a child.

Talking will make it real even though it's already real, I just don't want it to be let's talk about it kind of real.

"Was it that intimate?" She asks.

"I don't know what you mean by that but it was good and I liked it very much." I respond honestly.

Before last night, I used to think making out was highly disgusting and now I'm like gushing about it.

Yuck.

"Out of curiosity, what did you say to him afterwards?" She asks curiously.

Oh.

"I..ran, faster than the flash." I say slowly in a low tone while looking up at the ceiling and rubbing my temples.

"Oh my gosh, Allison." She laughs loud enough for the entire house to hear her.

Great, laugh at my mistakes.

"Laugh all you want." I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom.

"At least you can say your first kiss was with a hot guy called Nick to your fellow book club members when you're fifty years old." She follows me into the bathroom.

"And I can tell them about how he tasted like orange soda." I joke and she gasps.

"That is dead hot." She hits my shoulder playfully.

Amanda and I find extra unused toothbrushes in the drawer below the bathroom mirror, we brush our teeth while Amanda continues to sing her song, she literally drags me downstairs after we're done.

I spot Sofia, Miles and Lilian watching a movie in the living room. I almost run back upstairs when I see Nick, shirtless behind the kitchen counter, he's cooking something that smells like scrumbled eggs with a kitchen towel on his bare shoulder, his hair is messy and all over his forehead. Jason is saying something to him but it seems like he's too busy concentrating on what he's doing.

"Oh look, Nick is the one who's cooking his sorrows away." Amanda says in a cocky tone as we approach them. I give her a fake smile.

We take our seats on the counter, I sit next to Jason and Amanda sits next to me. I think they are temporary not talking to each other, if that's a thing.

"Nickolas Adams, my my. What a body you've got there." Amanda says to him, Nick looks at her and smiles.

Damn that smile.

"Good morning to you too, Amanda." He responds.

My eyes shift from his face to the tattoo on his chest, it says for every dark night, there's a brighter day and then there's a rose tattoo beneath it, it looks very artistic. When did tattoos become so cool?

"Girl, you better hold on to your ovaries." Amanda whispers in my ear and I widen my eyes at her.

"Uhm you guys can-"

"Girls." Amanda corrects Nick.

"Sorry, girls can pick whatever you want." He gestures to the breakfast he made. There's bacon, scrumbled eggs, toasted bread, sausages and pancakes.

Talented son of a gun, he can cook better than me and my mother.

"Why pick one when I can have everything." Amanda starts to eat on each plate.

I don't think I'm hungry, the food looks good but I just can't eat with him standing there and watching me, I know he is watching me watch Amanda right now, I can feel those undeniable eyes on me but I'm not gonna look up, I'm not going to face him. No way.

"Amanda, can we talk." Asks Jason in a low tone from my left.

I almost forgot he was sitting right next to me.

Amanda stops eating, putting the fork down and looking over at Jason.

"What are you trying to do? Ruin my life?" She gets down from her seat and walks back upstairs.

"I'm gonna go check on her." I say to them without looking at either one of them, I rush to the room where Amanda and I spent the night, she's pacing back and forth like she's deep in thought but for the first time, she's not crying.

I call this progress.

"You okay?"

"I don't know why that cheating bastard won't leave me alone already." She growls.

The door creeks open and Nick walks in, still shirtless in his black shorts.

I can't stop staring at his chest or him.

God, please make it stop.

I plop on the bed and remove myself from the upcoming conversation that is about to take place.

"Good, you're not crying." He says to Amanda in a relieved tone.

"You guys, what am I gonna do about this." She freaks out, looking at Nick and I.

Just ignore him, it's that easy.

Or is it?

I'm pretty sure it is though.

"Simple, the quickest way to get over someone is to replace them with someone who's twice as hot as they are." Says Nick as he throws his heavy body next to me on the bed, I scoot away.

I know he's probably rolling his eyes at me but I don't care right now.

I notice Amanda looking between Nick and I equally.

"What?" I mouth to her.

"I'm gonna let you two talk." She announces and starts walking towards the door.

Crap!

"Amanda no, don't-"

I'm cut off by the loud banging of the door.

Shit.

I keep my eyes glued to the door, I don't hear him say or do anything he's just as quiet as I am.

It's almost awkward, I decide to turn and look at him. He's laying down on the bed with his feet on the floor and his hand on his chest, our eyes lock but he still doesn't say anything, he just stares like always.

I wonder what he's thinking about.

He's thinking about why I had to ruin our friendship by kissing him, isn't he?

I clear my throat.

"I'm sorry I uh... kissed you." I break the silence, without meeting his eyes.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you back." He says in a husky voice.

That sentence gives me butterflies and I'm pretty sure I'm blushing.

OH MY GOD. Did I just become one of those cheesey characters in those cheesey romance movies?

I bite the inside of my lower lip to stop myself from smiling, I can't keep falling for this guy's moves and tricks, I'm freaking smarter than that.

I get up, running a hand through my unbrushed hair then looking back at him. He's so perfect and I can't think around him, especially when he's shirtless.

Ugh, this is so annoying.

"Let me guess, you don't want anything to do with me because I'm what? Bad news?" He gets up, slowly walking to where I am, I begin to walk backwards but unfortunately for me, my back meets the wall and now he has me cornered.

Shit.

"I don't want anything to do with you because you are not good for me and I'm not really the girl you want." I blurt out, looking away.

"You have no idea what I want, Allison." He whispers in a serious tone, looking at me from head to toe.

True, I don't.

He starts to graze his thumb on my cheek when I don't respond, his chest is in front of my face, his eyes gazing into mine, his lips begging me to kiss them again. Gosh, I hate that he's so hot.

"I love the way you look at me, Allison." His whispery tone came with a heavy breath.

Why did that give me butterflies?

What would happen if I did kiss him again?

I decide to feed my curious mind and give him a quick peck on the lips, it shocks him at first but he gets over it real quick by reconnecting our lips, lifting me from the floor so I can wrap my legs around his waist_locking them behind him, I feel our teeth clash at some point, his hands are on my hips, he begins to move them upwards slipping underneath my shirt, swiping his thumb underneath my boob, I gasp at how cold his hands and rings are, his lips move to my neck and gently sucks at the skin, his chest is moving up and down from his rapid breathing, I bury my fingers into his hair tugging at it, a groan escapes his lips and I moan in response next to ear.

"Fuck." He breaths on my neck, my stomach tightens at the sound of the statement but he suddenly stops and rests his forehead on my collarbone.

Okay...

"Uhm, are you okay?" I ask hesitantly and not really knowing what to do.

"Huh-uh." He nods his head, I unwrap my legs from his waist and stand to look at him.

"Are you sure?" I ask again.

He smirks down at me.

"I'm just gonna go before I do something stupid." He pecks my lips, "Stay pretty." He says and hurries out the exit.

Weird.

Amanda bursts through the door like a tornado.

"Tell me tell me tell me." She demands, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas.

"Calm down, we just made out again."

"Holy shit, does that mean you guys are dating now?" She squeaks.

Ohh, does it?

"I don't know." I give my honest answer.

All I know is that I like him and I think he likes me back, if he doesn't like me back then I don't know what the heck he's doing.