The locks are turning open and I'm scrambling off of Devin and grabbing my shirt and running to the bathroom. I lock the door and grip the ledge of the sink tightly. I look in the mirror and my hair's a mess, my lips are swollen, my cheeks are flushed and my eyes are wild. I quickly put my shirt back on and smooth down my hair. I wash my face with water and then try to think of what I need to grab. My shoes are in Devin's room and my phone is on the table.

I unlock the door and step out, trying to look controlled. I dart into Devin's bedroom and shove my shoes onto my feet and grab my keys and then I walk to the kitchen where Nick, Theo and Devin all are. I grab my phone. "Hey, I have to go," I say quickly to Theo and Nick, avoiding eye contact with Devin. I have no idea if they saw anything or how much they saw.

"Can you stay for a couple of minutes? We got something for you. It was your birthday after all," Theo tells me.

"Um, I really should go," I say.

"It'll only take a couple of minutes," Theo says.

"Uh, okay," I say. Theo and Nick get up and leave me and Devin. I keep my eyes down and I can feel Devin staring at me. Every second feels like an hour. I try not to think about what just happened, but I still feel him on lips and my skin. I shift and my shirt falls off my shoulder. That's when I realize that I'm wearing one of Devin's shirts. Devin's eyes go straight to the bare skin exposed.

My eyes meet his and his are dark. There's still hints of desire and lust. I frown and bite my lip. He takes a couple of steps toward me and I start to walk towards him for some reason. There's this magnetic pull that's pulling me towards him. His hand brushes my cheek.

"Riley," he says softly. I step closer to him. I hear a door slamming and I step away from Devin. I hop up onto the counter. Devin stands right next to where I'm sitting and his hand gripping the counter right next to where my thigh is. Devin shifts closer to me and his hand is resting right next to my leg, his thumb tracing patterns.

I don't say anything because this is probably the best way for us to be touching right now. Theo and Nick walk back into the kitchen. Theo hands me a wrapped present. "You guys really shouldn't have," I tell them.

"Go on then, open it," Nick says. I rip off the wrapping paper and open the box. I pull out a beautiful journal. It's an old leather and it smells like old books.

"This is beautiful," I say. I open it and run my fingers over the pages. "Thank you."

"My sister finds it helpful to write things down in a journal. Feelings or whatever," Theo says.

"Maybe not feelings but thank you," I say. I hop down from the counter and hug them. Nick and Theo that is.

"Well, I should get going," I say.

"Hey, hold up a second," Nick says. He turns to Devin and asks, "You going to Mom's or Riley's?"

"Riley's," Devin answers.

"Will you give him a ride?" Nick asks me. I nod. "I would, but I'm going to kill him because he threw a fucking party in my apartment and you were drinking. Didn't Dad teach you not to drink?" Devin doesn't answer him.

"Okay, well we should go," I say. "Thank you again for the journal. There's pizza in the fridge and the apartment is cleaned," I say and then Devin and I leave. We get in my car.

We drive to my house in silence. "Your parents home?" Devin asks me.

"No, they left this morning," I say. My parents travel a lot for their jobs.

"You left the outfit you were wearing on Friday at their apartment," he says. He adds, "The silver was pretty on you."

"I thought you would have been too drunk to notice," I say.

"You remember something like that," he says. I pull up in my driveway. I get out of the car and we walk into my house.

"What do you want to do?" he asks me as we walk to my room. I shrug and walk to my closet. I grab a clean underwear set, a cami and then a pair of pajama shorts.

"I'm going to take a bath, you can do whatever," I say. I walk to the bathroom and shut the door. I take off my shirt and start to run the water. I put soap in and then unbutton my jeans.

The bathroom door opens. Devin walks in. I don't try to cover my chest or anything. It seems like a waste of energy. "Maybe you could try knocking next time," I tell him. I squat down and dig under the sink for the hidden bath soap that I use on rare occasions.

"Maybe you could try locking the door," he says. I dig around a little bit more and pull it out.

"Do you need something?" I ask him. He shakes his head. I set the bath soap down and face him. I pull my hair into a bun. "Why are you in here then?"

"I got bored," he tells me.

"Is there something that I can do for you? I had planned on taking a bath," I tell him. I unzip my jeans and slip out of them. His eyes travel up my body. I shift. "Could you maybe leave?" I ask him. The bath is full so I turn the water off.

"I thought that I'd bring you candles," he says.

"You aren't holding any," I tell him. "Why are you acting so weird?" I ask.

"We should talk, about what happened," he says. I sigh.

"Can we do this when I'm not in my underwear?" I ask Devin. He takes off his shirt and hands it to me. "Thanks," I say sarcastically. I put his shirt on anyways. It's entirely to big. It hangs mid thigh and off my shoulder.

"So..." he trails off. I sigh.

"So, we kissed and where does this leave us?" I ask him. He shrugs. "Devin, we've known each other for twelve-thirteen years, this was bound to happen at one point or another. We're teenagers and teenagers are horny. That's all it is."

"Is that all you want it to be?" he asks. He takes a couple of steps towards me.

"Yes, now can I take my bath in peace?" I ask him. He crosses his arms over his chest. My eyes get drawn to his bare abdomen

"I think you're lying," Devin says.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but will you leave?" I ask him.

"Yeah, but take your shirt off," Devin says. I frown.

"No! Why would I do that? You can't just snap your fingers and expect me-" I start.

Devin interrupts me, "I mean, can I have my shirt back? You do want me to leave right?"

"Right," I say. I take off my shirt and hand it to him. He leaves the bathroom. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Riley?" I ask myself. I take off my bra and underwear and then lower myself into the bathtub.

What's wrong with me?

He's Devin. And I kissed him, again. And once I started I couldn't stop. So, I can't kiss or touch him. That's super easy, especially when I'm magnetically pulled towards him and we're best friends. So we're constantly spending time together.

Easy.

I soak for a little while longer before I take my hair out of it's bun. I sink underneath the water and then wash my hair. I soak for a little while longer and then get out of the tub. I towel off and then get dressed. I walk out of the bathroom and fall back on my bed. Or on top of Devin I guess.

"What are you doing on my bed?" I ask him. I roll off of him to the side. He rolls over to face me.

"I was trying to sleep," he says.

"Okay. You gonna shower?" I ask him.

"Do you think I smell?" Devin asks me. Before I can answer he shoves my head into his armpit. I expect it to smell bad, but it doesn't. It smells like masculine deodorant. It puts me kind of in an awkward position. My knees are bent and one leg is thrown over his and the other one is in between his legs.

I thrash and try to get out but he presses me closer to him. "You going to let me out?" I ask him, but I'm pretty sure that he can't hear me. He releases my head from his armpit. I fake a coughing fit. Devin smirks and then pulls me closer to him. He pulls the covers over our heads.

"We can take a nap. It's only like two or three. And now it's dark. We should sleep," Devin says. I nod. I roll onto my other side and I feel Devin wrap around me. His arms slide around my hips and his lips press against my neck. I grab his hand and lace it with mine. I know I shouldn't. But what's the worst that could happen?

I run my fingers along his and trace his hand. His other hand, the one not laced with mine, runs up and down my waist and hips. I don't really think I'll be sleeping. Devin slips out of our embrace and sits up. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside. He pulls the covers back over our heads.

He lays on his back and I put my head on his chest. I throw my leg over his and his arms wrap around me. I run my finger up and down his stomach, tracing slow, lazy patterns. I focus on his breathing; the rise and fall of his chest.

"Babes?" he asks me a little while later.

"Yeah?" I ask him.

"You smell good," he tells me.

"Way to be creepy Edward Cullen. But thank you," I tell him. He laughs. I shift onto my side and he rolls onto his side so we're facing each other.

"I'm glad you're my best friend," Devin tells me. This just about undos me and I feel like my heart is about to break because it's so sweet.

"Me too," I say. I adjust my position so our bodies are pressed together and my head is buried in the crook of his neck. I wrap my arms around his back and press my lips to the side of neck. I feel his startled breath but he doesn't pull away or shove me off of him. Instead he pulls me closer to him.

We just hold each other for a while.