“Wyatt, what does this mean?” I asked again when he didn’t answer me. After we slept together that night at the prom, we never spoke about it. I guess we both figured it was best to not talk about it and try to preserve our friendship. 

He ran his hand over his face before he looked at me again. “I don’t know, Lia.” He dropped his hands to his sides before he walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. “God, I really fucked everything up, didn’t I?” 

“You keep saying that, but you haven’t done anything.” 

“I don’t mean now. I mean that night.”

My head tilted to the side. “You mean graduation?” 

“Yes.” He rested his elbows on his knees. “After we spent that night together at the prom, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted you. At first, I didn’t know how you felt about me. I had no idea if you felt the same way. I hoped you did.” He let out a harsh breath before he continued. “The night of the graduation party, when I came to find you, I was going to--” he looked away and didn’t finish his sentence. 

I was standing by his open patio door. I welcomed the cool breeze as it hit me. “You were going to what?”

He cleared his throat before he spoke again. But he still didn’t look at me. “I was going to tell you that I wanted...more.” Finally he met my stare. “I wanted more with you. I wanted a relationship. I wanted...you, Lia. Just as I was going to kiss you, you told me you loved me.”

My heart was pounding so hard, I felt like I was going to pass out. “If you wanted more with me, then why the hell did--”

“I panicked,” he confessed. He got to his feet and started walking around the room. “You said you loved me and I panicked. I don’t know why exactly, but I just got...scared.”

“Scared of what? Of me?” 

He turned towards me. “No. I was scared that if we did try to have a relationship, it could ruin our friendship. You're my best friend, Lia. I didn’t want to lose you. You’re the only one I have. I trust you more than anyone, and I knew I would never get close to someone else like I am with you.” 

I couldn’t help but agree with some of what he said. I had the same worries when it came to becoming more than friends. I didn’t think I could get close to someone like that again either. “So you made me think you didn’t feel the same way and went to California?” 

He crossed his arms over the chest. “I thought the distance would help me get over you. And I thought it would help you get over me. I wanted you to see other people. I wanted you to date. I wanted you to be happy.” There was an edge to his voice when he said, “I just didn’t know you would be happy with my brother.”

His voice changed to a jealous whisper. Possessive. Deep. “Every time you told me you went on a date with some guy, I wondered if he was going to be the one lucky enough to be with you.” He started walking towards me slowly. I was frozen in place by his words. “I was so relieved each time you told me they were horrible.” He stopped right in front of me. We were close enough that if he leaned forward an inch, we would be kissing. 

His expression softened as his eyes ran over my face, hair, lips… “Then you told me you were dating Logan.” He reached out and traced his finger along the seam of my lips. “The thought of him kissing you drove me crazy.” He ran his hand down my arm. “Or feeling your soft skin.” 

My breathing turned into short pants. My body responded to his in ways I didn’t even know existed. My skin tingled after he touched me. My core heated with unimaginable desire. For Wyatt. And he knew it, too. 

I didn’t push him away when he cupped the side of my face. “Then you told me that you haven’t slept with anyone-- but me.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that made my knees weak. “God, Lia. You have no idea how much I--” He glanced away for a moment. “You asked me for the truth before. You already know the truth, Lia," Wyatt whispered. "You're my girl. You've always been my girl."

This time, he wasn’t the one who kissed me. All the feelings I’ve tried to bury over the past four years came rushing to the surface. I crushed my lips to his. He cradled my head in his hands as he moaned into my mouth. My hands reached out to his waist and I pulled him against me. 

His tongue explored my mouth with devastating talent. Wyatt was a very good kisser. I knew that from experience. He was also extremely skilled with his hands. He ran them over my body like he couldn’t touch enough of me fast enough.

I felt the same way he did. I slid my hands under his black shirt. God, his skin felt incredible under my fingers. Wanting to feel more of him, I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.

The loss of contact didn’t last long. I pulled his mouth back down to mine-- taking in the delicious remnants of the sweet wine he drank earlier. Everything about him seemed to overwhelm me. His voice, his face, his body, his scent...everything.

Wyatt buried his hands in my hair and I started leading him towards his bed. I doubt either one of us was thinking at that point. We were just feeling. At least, I sure was. I was definitely feeling the way his teeth tugged on my bottom lip when he kissed me. I was also definitely feeling the way his hard erection was pushing against my hip. 

Once the back of his legs met the bed, I pushed at his shoulders. He sat down on the mattress and I didn’t waste a second before I straddled him. I felt his hands slip under the red sundress I was wearing as he gripped my thighs and pulled my body flush against his. We both moaned as I rubbed against his straining erection. 

He flipped us over so I was lying beneath him. He stopped kissing my mouth to leave a trail of kisses along my jawline until he got to my neck. I noticed that his left hand had stilled once it reached the top of my thigh. He didn’t know if I wanted him to continue. Just like our one and only time together, I guided his hand exactly where I wanted it. 

My wetness coated his fingers as he teased my entrance. I gripped his shoulders so tight, I was surprised he didn’t cry out from pain. The anticipation of having those long, tapered fingers inside me was almost too much to handle. He continued with slow, torturous strokes and I was feeling every bit of it. 

“Wyatt…” I moaned. Or begged, rather. 

Just as he slipped a finger inside me, my eyes slid shut and I heard his voice at my ear. “Fuck, Lia. You’re so wet. For me.” 

Christ, he was going to make me come just by his words alone. I bit down on my lip as he started exploring my depths. My hips took on a mind of their own when he inserted another finger and started working my clit with his thumb. How has he not done this before? He definitely seemed to know what he was doing. 

I felt him tug down the front of my dress just enough to free my breasts. He didn’t waste any time. I gasped as I felt him cover my hard nipple in his warm mouth. I gripped the bedsheets as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive bud. That combined with the wicked strokes of his fingers-- I was helpless against the pleasure. 

“Look at me, Lia,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. “Do you know how amazing you feel?” 

He quickened his strokes and another little moan slipped past my lips. “No,” I answered. 

He leaned down to whisper against my lips, “Like velvet and silk.” He gave me a sensual kiss. “Come for me, Lia.” 

And I did. He kissed me to drown out my cries as my body exploded. I felt his fingers slowly slip out of me and my body shook from the aftershock. Then, to my surprise, he held eye contact with me as he licked the proof of my orgasm off of his fingers. 

“God, you’re amazing,” he said with a smile. 

Just as I smiled back at him, reality came crashing down on me. The reality of what I had done and the fact that Wyatt lied to me for years…

“Let me up,” I said frantically. 

Wyatt helped me to my feet and immediately noticed that I was upset. “Lia, don’t storm out of here. We need to talk--”

“I think we’ve talked enough, Wyatt,” I said with irritation as I searched around the room. “Where the hell are my panties?”  

“You weren’t wearing any.” 

My eyes met his. “I need to leave this room. Now.” I started heading to the door.

“Lia, we can’t ignore this,” Wyatt stated as he came to stand in front of me. 

I stared at him as the pain I’ve been hiding for the past four years rose inside me. That along with the tremendous guilt I felt about Logan...I was pissed. “You seemed able to ignore it for four years, Wyatt.” 

He was so taken aback by my statement; he couldn’t seem to form words. 

I felt the tears filling my eyes. “I was honest with you and you lied to me. For four fucking years. Now I just cheated on my fiance. I can’t do this, Wyatt. It’s too late. We both need to just move on.” 

I managed to push past him and quickly ran to my room. I locked my bedroom door and leaned back against it. Even though what I said was true, a part of me hated saying it. I did feel guilty about what I did. I did feel angry at Wyatt for lying to me. What shamed me the most, was that every instinct in my body was screaming at me to run back into Wyatt’s arms.