"What do you mean 'no sex'?"

I turned towards Wyatt as he drove us back to the lake house. "I mean no sex."

"But we have amazing sex," he said; stating the obvious.

I giggled at that. Yes, we did have amazing sex. But I think it would be in both of our best interests if we kept our clothes on. "Very true. But I think we should wait. I need to talk to Logan first."

Wyatt got quiet when I mentioned his brother's name. It's been two days since the night in the pool when Wyatt said he wanted to fight for me. Hearing those words made me so happy. But they also terrified me.

I trusted Wyatt more than anyone. But I was still hurt over what happened four years ago. Not only that, but Wyatt still hasn't said that he loved me back. I've said it to him more than once since that night we took a walk in the woods. I could guess by the way he's been acting and the fact that he wants to fight for me that he loved me too, but how do I know for sure if he doesn't tell me?

Is it because he's afraid of what he feels? Is it because of his brother? There are so many questions and no answers. And I can't ask him if he loves me or not. Wyatt knew I loved him. I told him that 4 years ago and he shot me down. He needs to stop being scared and step up. He needs to tell me how he feels on his own.

But first, I needed to deal with Logan. I knew when I read those text messages that something was probably going on. The way I found out for sure was when I was in his room yesterday snooping. That's when I found the box of condoms with quite a few missing.

Even though I was furious and hurt that he was sleeping with someone else, it didn't make it right for me to do the same. So, before anything else happened between me and Wyatt, if anything else was going to happen, I needed to talk to him first.

"Do you know what you're going to say?" Wyatt asked as he kept his eyes on the road. I knew guilt weighed heavily on him. After all, he and Logan were very close.

"No. I feel like something's off about this whole thing.

His expression changed and he flashed me an amused smile. "What about touching?"

I roller my eyes. I knew what he meant by touching; and any touching from him wasn't going to end there. "No touching."

"Kissing?"

He was incorrigible. I sighed and felt my cheeks heat. "Hmm. Maybe kissing."

His smile widened and he reached over to rest his hand on my thigh. "I'll take it."

As I studied his expression in that moment, I couldn't believe how happy he looked. I've noticed that more and more ever since the night we got together. He looked at me differently. In a good way. Whenever I walked by, I would always feel his gaze on me. Sometimes I could tell by the way he expression that he was remembering us together. It made me excited, too.

But I still wondered... "Wyatt, can I ask you something? It might make you feel a little...uncomfortable."

He snorted as he glanced in the rearview mirror. "Nothing you ask me will ever make me feel uncomfortable, Lia."

I looked down at our joined hands and absolutely traced circles on his skin. "Well, I was wondering..." I trailed off when I was unable to get the rest of my sentence out.

Wyatt exhaled a heavy sigh. "Oh, that," he said softly. I wasn't surprised he knew what I was trying to ask. "I'll tell you the complete truth. Do I feel guilty because Logan is my brother and I slept with his fiance? Yes, of course I do. Do I feel guilty because I slept with you? No."

He made a left hand turn onto the street for the lake house before he continued. "I told you the other night. You have always been my girl, Lia. That may be selfish of me to say-- maybe I'll go to hell for that. But you are. You have always been my girl. What Logan's doing is wrong. I know you need to figure some stuff out where he's concerned. Like I told you, I'm going to fight for you."

When we pulled up on the driveway, he put the car in park and turned towards me. With no one around to see, he cupped the side of my face. "I know how this is going to sound, but I have to say it. If you choose to marry Logan, I will respect that. But if you do marry him, and you want to be faithful to him, then I'm going to have to leave." He cleared his throat roughly. "If you marry him and I don't leave, this will keep happening. Whether you're married or not. I lost four years with you, and I know that was my fault, but now that I have you back, even like this, I can't...I can't resist you, Lia."

I knew what he meant and I knew he was right. If I married Logan and Wyatt was still around, this would most likely happen again. I needed to make a choice.

"What a predicament we're in," I breathed and and we both chuckled.

"I would say so," he whispered. He leaned forward and gave me a slow, deep kiss. One that had a little moan escaping past my lips. He pulled away with a cocky grin. "See? I doubt your 'no sex' rule will last. You can't resist me, either."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "Want to make a bet?"

"What's the bet?" he asked with eagerness.

"I bet you can't seduce me back into bed within the next three days."

His eyes lit up with excitement. "And when I win, what's my prize?"

I chuckled and gave him a sultry smile. "If you win, I think you know what the prize will be." When he leaned in to kiss me again, I put my finger to his lips to stop him. "If I win, you have to cook me dinner, no questions asked."

He scoffed like what I told him was ridiculous. "You're on."

I shot him a wink and got out of the car.

This was going to be fun.

"Wow. What a crazy bitch!" I exclaimed from my seat on the couch. I was sitting between Wyatt and Logan on the sofa and we just finished watching Fantasy Island.

"I told you it was her," Logan said from my right.

Wyatt rolled his eyes. "You said that about every single character!"

"Both of you were wrong," I interjected. "I was right."

"I find its best to agree with her," Logan said to his brother.

"Oh, believe me, I couldn't agree more," Wyatt added.

I let out a chuckle as I got to my feet and looked to Logan. "I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to try to turn in early tonight."

Logan got to his feet and stood before me with a frown. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just feeling drained."

Logan wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "I'll walk you up."

"Before you guys go," Wyatt said cooly, "I have a question for you."

"Sup?" Logan asked.

Wyatt got to his feet and looked at Logan. "I was thinking we could go out to Jack's Bar tomorrow night." His eyes went to me. "You know, the three of us."

"Sure. Sounds good," Logan answered.

I arched my brow suspiciously. What was he up to? "See you tomorrow, Wyatt."

"You, too, Lia."

I let Logan lead me upstairs. We were quiet as we walked. It seemed like we were always quiet lately. Both of us not really talking. When we got to my door, I turned towards him with a tired smile.

"I'm sorry I'm so tired today."

"Don't be ridiculous, Amelia. I can tell you're exhausted. I caught you dozing off a couple times during the movie."

I pushed at his shoulder playfully. "Shut up."

He smiled before he gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Get some sleep," he whispered.

"You, too."

After he descended back down the stairs, I went into my room. As soon as I stepped foot in the dark bedroom, I knew. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Along with my anxiety, I've dealt with terrible insomnia. I felt exhausted and wired at the same time. Maybe a hot bath would help. I got undressed quickly and filled my bathtub with hot steamy water.

A blissful sigh escaped my lips. Yes. This was better.

Four Hours Later

I've been standing outside Wyatt's door for fifteen minutes. It was a little after four in the morning and I haven't had one minute of sleep. My hot bath didn't help. I tried yoga, watching TV, reading a book...nothing.

I wasn't standing here hoping for some kind of secret rendezvous with Wyatt. I was standing here because what I needed most right now with my best friend.

I knocked lightly on the door and waited to see if he would answer. Not even a moment later, the door opened.

Wyatt's hair was disheveled and he had one eye open as he looked at at me. "Lia? You okay?"

His voice was scratchy and hoarse-- and it sent chills down my spine.

"Um, yeah," I mumbled, feeling suddenly shy. "I just couldn't sleep and..." I drifted off and looked at his exhausted expression. "I'm sorry, Wyatt. I'm fine. Really. Go back to sleep."

When I started to turn away and go back to my room, he reached out and grabbed my hand. "Come on," he said as he tugged me into his room. "Take a seat. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"Trust me. I'll be right back."

I let out a long breath as he shut the door behind him. I only now realized he was just wearing sweats. No T-shirt. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Even if that were true, it was too late now. If I disappeared from his room, he would just end up coming into mine. If I locked my door, he would knock until I answered.

Trying to get a grip, I got up from his bed and started pacing around his room. Wyatt was always the artistic type. In one corner, he had his guitars in their stands, and in another corner was a small piano. Yep, that's how big these rooms were. You can fit a freaking piano in it.

I continued walking around his room and saw a lot of paintings on the wall. There was one in particular I really liked. The painting looked eerily similar to the waterfall spot that Wyatt had taken me too. It couldn't be the same one, could it? Did he paint this? If he did, he was really talented.

His bedroom door creaked open from behind me and I spun around quickly. I started walking back towards his bed; not wanting to draw attention to the painting I was just looking at. He came and sat beside me on the bed before he handed me a pint of Ben & Jerry's mint chocolate chip ice cream and two spoons.

"I'm surprised you had this flavor."

He chuckled as he handed me a spoon and opened the ice cream. "This is my mom's favorite, too." He took a bite of the ice cream. "Why can't you sleep?"

I shrugged a shoulder and dipped my spoon into the cold dessert. "No reason."

"Lia..."

I sighed. "I have insomnia sometimes." I didn't have to look at him to know that he was frowning at me.

"Is this recent?"

I knew he was trying to help, but I didn't want to get into another thing about me that made me feel like a freak. "Can I tell you about it tomorrow? I don't feel like getting into it tonight."

He got the hint quickly. "Sure, Lia. Of course."

"I have a question for you."

He took another bite of the ice cream. "Shoot."

"Why didn't you tell me you painted?"

His eyes flicked up to mine. "How did you--"

"The waterfall painting. I just knew when I saw it."

He glanced to the painting I mentioned. "I dabble. I guess I'm shy about it."

"You're really talented, Wyatt."

"Nah," he said with a modest smile. "It's no Monet."

"No," I said quietly. "Its a Wyatt Thorne."

He rolled his eyes and set the ice cream aside. "Enough with my extracurriculars." He stretched out on the bed and put his TV on. "Come here," he beckoned.

Suddenly nervous, I laid down beside him and rested my head on his chest. I draped my arm across his stomach as he wrapped his around me. Like lovers.

We were quiet for several moments. There was a question I wanted to ask him ever since our little talk about who we've been with.

"Wyatt?"

"Hmm?"

My heart fluttered in my chest. "I know you said you haven't slept with anyone but me; but I was curious if you've done...you know, other stuff."

He reached over with his free hand and lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "There were two other women that I've kissed before," he admitted quietly. I saw a flicker of remorse in his eyes. "It never went beyond that, Lia, I promise."

"Good," I whispered. I leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss before I snuggled back down beside him.

As he started stroking my hair, I couldn't help but realize that the only other time I felt this comfortable going to sleep, was the night that he and I were intimate. Wyatt seemed to calm my anxiety and soothe my insomnia. Its been that way since we were young.

The question was...why Wyatt?