We've been locked in for what's seemed like days but only has been an hour and fifteen minutes.

"I'm thirsty," Devin whines.

"We would have water if you hadn't spilled it all over my shirt so you could check out my tits." I'm starting to sound like Reagan.

"I was trying to help cool you down," he says. I nod.

"I'm sure you were," I say. I roll over to face him. The ground is the coolest, or the least hot spot in the room. Outside I hear thunder and lighting. It started storming really hard a little while ago and now the only source of light is the occasional strike of lighting. Both of our phones aren't working either.

"Do you want to play a game?" Devin asks me. I start laughing.

"Really? We're trapped and you want to play a game?" I can't stop laughing now I'm convinced that I'm crazy. "But go on let's play your little game."

Devin smiles. And then I realize what a terrible idea this is, especially with that smile. "Okay so-"

"You know what? I'm good actually," I say. He shrugs.

"Just thought I'd throw it out there," Devin says. His eyes bore into mine.

"Could you stop staring at me, maybe?" I shift uncomfortably.

"I'm not staring at you," he says.

"You are though," I say. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You're pretty; it's easy to stare at you," he says. I sigh and sit up. I can't torture myself. I can't. And every time he says something like that, every single time, it tears down my walls, my defenses. And every time that I think maybe just maybe he might feel something more for me and then every time he says something like 'it's not like it means anything' it takes a piece of me.

I'm standing on a thin, thin sheet of ice. Barely held above the water. And the ice is melting and melting and melting. If he takes anymore, if I let him take anymore, I'm done. I'm going to fall under the water and I can't let that happen. I can't fall under because I won't be able to get back up and I won't be able to put the broken pieces back together.

So, he can't take because I won't give. I'm done giving.

"Don't," I say as I stand up.

"Don't what?" Devin asks innocently.

"You don't know?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "You honestly don't know?"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about," he says. I tug on my hair and start pacing.

"You-you can't. You can't just say things like that! You can't!" My voice is getting a lot louder than I wanted it to be. Devin frowns.

"I just said you were pretty," Devin says. "I don't see what the big deal is." He stands up and takes a couple of steps towards me. "It's okay to be a little bit confused. But you don't have to overthink things," he says.

"P-please don't," I whimper as he cups my face in his hand.

"It's okay," he says.

His lips brush mine and I forget everything that I'm supposed to ignore. Everything I'm not supposed to do. I immediately kiss him back and my hands loop around his neck. His hands lightly grip my waist and we kiss softly. I melt into him.

It feels so right, so natural and I think that scares me. But I'm not really that scared because he's Devin and I know him. Inside and out.

But the problem's that he's Devin. Devin, the man whore. Devin the player. And also Devin, my best friend. And the Devin that says it doesn't mean anything, it's just for fun he says.

As I kiss him I can't ignore how right it feels but I also can't ignore the warning signs being screamed at me. I pull away and his lips brush against my jaw and then my neck. It's soft and gentle, but just as passionate as all of our other kisses, if not more.

But I can't let this happen.

I step away from him and his arms fall to the side. His face is confused and there's something else lurking underneath. There must be something wrong with me because it looks like he might be hurt.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," I say.

"Right. Don't be sorry," he says. He runs hand through his hair and I turn around so I'm not looking at him. If I look at him it's all over. I smooth down my hair and pull down my shirt. I turn around and wipe my mouth. I sit down in a chair and try not to look at him.

"How much longer are we going to be stuck in here?" I ask him quietly.

"I don't know," he says. We're in a sad, awkward silence.

I stare at the door trying to see if I can see someone walking by. No one does and the power stays off. The room continues to get hotter and more sticky. But I don't really care. All I can think about or feel is Devin. I keep looking over at him but he's just staring at the floor. He also hasn't put in a shirt.

I eventually can't take it and I stand up and walk around the room. I push a table against the wall and stand on it trying to peer outside. I stand on my tiptoes and press my face against the window. I focus on the raindrops. It's raining extremely hard and the wind is vicious. I think it took out a couple of trees.

After a while my feet get sore so I sit down. I lay down on the ground. My eyes shut and I feel really sleepy. The door flies open.