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He kisses me back.

Both our tongues fight for dominance and after a few nanoseconds I give in, letting his tongue explore my mouth eliciting moans after moans. He then slowly lets me take the lead. Times like these, I thank my efforts for lending me an athlete's lungs. My tongue takes the cue and enters Drake's mouth. I begin exploring his mouth. All the while my heart hammers in my chest with a such an intensity that I feel it will break out of my rib cage.

"Julia!"

Drake's moan feels like a bucket of ice cold water has been dropped on me. What was I thinking?

Drake Walters?

The only boy I had pledged to never touch. Never tarnish his purity. No! NO! This....this....is wrong...

I open my mouth to apologize to Drake but he beats me to it.

"I am sorry.."

Sorry? Did he say, sorry? But for what?

I look up at him, a little dazed from the kiss. His cheeks redden as he blushes furiously. He scratches the back of his neck and looks down.

"I....I....This is the second kiss of my life. The first being about ten years ago....so....I am not that good at kissing."

He looks up at me biting his lower lip. A growl emanates from me. Staring at his lips I reply, "One you are better than any other male I have kissed. Coming from me, its a huge compliment. Two, stop biting that damned lip. That makes me go crazy."

His lips turn into a full grin then a smirk as he purposely bites on his lip. I look up at him to see a silent challenge swimming in his eyes.

"You...Mr. You are going to pay for this."

I smash my lips against his.

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I snuggle closer to Drake making him chuckle and his stomach to rumble against me. After about two more hot make-out sessions after he deliberately bit his lip, we are now in his room and on his bed tangled with each other under a thick blanket to avoid the harsh December temperature.

After entering his room, he informed me of the reason he wanted me to stay.

Flash back:

"So you want me to stay because you have a habit of cuddling with someone at night or you cannot fall asleep, right? Emily is your cuddle bear and now you want me to be that?"

"Yes. More like cuddle barbie.", he replies grinning.

I roll my eyes at him.

"Really all your life you have cuddled with your sister to fall asleep?"

He scratches the back of his neck as his cheeks redden. This is only boy that blushes more than he smirks. Frankly, I find this really cute.

"Umm, yea. I have this problem from childhood. After we hit puberty our parents tried to separate us lest we.....try incest..." His face contorts into one of disgusted expression.

I burst out laughing. "God...Drake....your....face!" I manage to croak out between my fits of laughter.

"Ha ha! Very funny. Not." He somehow manages to pout while grinning, causing me to lunge at him again. He runs with me chasing him in the entire room. He finally climbs on the bed and I attack his lips with mine.

After pulling back, his lips look more swollen and red and I turn away not wanting to attack him and bruise his lips.

"I can't believe this you know?"

"What?"

"You needed a cuddle 'barbie' for .....your....entire....life." I burst into laughter yet again. This time he laughs with me. "I would have loved to take this job." I purr while batting my eyelashes at him.

"Urgh! Trice, no! Bad girl! Don't give me that look. This is why I always looked down when you were near me."

I grin at him and hug him. Then looking at him I say, "You know, what I can't really believe?"

He looks at me quizzically. I smile, a genuine smile, and reply, "This." I gesture to our tangled position. Looking down I continue, "I always thought that maybe you hate me. That may be I am actually worthless. Everyone knows you don't insult anyone and everyone. If you say something you mean it. So maybe...."

He places a finger on my lips and smiles, "You talk to much. I never meant to insult you. I only said all this so that Emily might get annoyed and stay away from you. Also so that you hate me enough to never come close to me. Because I still remember that pretty blond who played with me when no one wanted to, thinking I was rude. That pretty blond with blue eyes and a melodious laugh who shared her lunch with me when no one else did. That pretty blond who became my protector when my sister wasn't around. That pretty blond who was my first crush and my first kiss. I knew having you too close to me could wreck a havoc on my heart. I was selfishly trying to avoid that. But after Emily sat me down and told me that my words hurt you to the core. That when I realized what I was doing was wrong....I couldn't continue my facade. The hopeful part of me thought that maybe you hadn't forgotten the boy you left when you changed states for five years."

He takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. I stare at him dumbfounded. Regaining my senses I lay down and pat the space beside me. He hesitates then lays down beside me and I snuggle into him.

"I could never forget you, Drake. Never."

Now....

"Drake, is that what I am thinking?" , I inquire with an amused voice. He turns beetroot red and shakes his head before croaking out, "I don't know what you talking about."

"Draaaaakeee!", I drawl out.

"Mmm. Not my fault, okay? You are tangled a little too intimately with me and I am a grown up male with needs. I am trying to calm myself down."

Grinning mischievously I begin grinding against him causing him to burry his head in the crook of my neck.

"Trah....icee...not......hel....helping!"

I giggle. Then pushing him I make him lie straight with his back against the bed and climb atop him, straddling him. His eyes bear a little scared look mixed with excitement. I lean in and claim his lips. He responds hungrily. I remember our pact.....

"I will keep your cuddly needs a secret only one condition."

"That is?"

"I get to kiss you whenever and wherever, k?"

"What? Just that? I mean no dirty secrets?"

"Yes, just that. No gossips."

"Okay."

I pull back with a dazed look. Drake's expression mirrors mine. I trail kisses down his jaw. Then down his neck and then attack his bare chest. He sleeps without a shirt and currently I am wearing that shirt as I usually sleep naked but Drake couldn't handle that so......  He moans loudly exciting me all the more. I lick his chest rolling my tongue all over it and paying more attention to the two special spots. As my tongue reaches his navel,  Drake's hold on my hair tightens. I look up at him. His expression is one of pure ecstasy. I eye the waistband of his pants. He follows my gaze. As my fingertips touch the waistband, Drake gulps loudly shaking slightly. I grip the band and he whispers, "I....I am a vir....virgin."

Immediately all my senses rush back to me and I let go his waistband.

Virgin.

Virgin.

VIRGIN!

Shit!

This is not the first time you are with a virgin, so?

One, Drake is not just anyone. He is my fucking life. Two, Emily and Charlotte!

"Did I say something wrong?", Drake asks looking both disappointed and confused. I shake my head and peck his lips. I know the more physically close I become to him the  higher are my chances of emotional attachment but right now I don't care. If can't have him later, I want to at least have memories of us together, but now I remember something more important.

"Tell me something, are Emily and Charlotte virgins?"

"Huh?"

"Virgins. Are Emily and Charlotte virgins?"

"I don't know." He answers scrunching his eyebrows but I don't miss his hands fisting. Ignoring the slight pang in my heart on realizing that Charlotte's sex life does bother him, I inquire, "Who do you think knows? Their boyfriends?"

"Probably. But why do want to know that?"

"Look, I don't have time now. I will explain later. For now. I have to know!"

Pulling Drake by the hand and not caring about our current attire, I run out of the room and down the stairs following Drake's instructions. We finally reach Francis room. I bang on the door.

"Mmmmmm"

"Francis! FranCIS! FRANCIS!"

"Mmm. Go away!"

"Francis! Open the fucking door!"

A groan comes within and the door creaks open after a few seconds. Francis rubs his eyes and yawns, "What do you want now? Look if you got a booty call then it is not my lookout, k? I have a......."

He stops rubbing his eyes and looks up looking absolutely stunned. He looks from me to Drake, who is rolling his eyes, and back to me. He repeats it for a few times then, "Drake?!"

He looks us both from head to toe and back, fixing his gaze on both our attires(bare chest in Drake's case and Drake's shirt in mine). Hurt and betrayal flashes across his eyes. For a second, I feel the urge to explain him that me and Drake haven't gone all the way, but it vanishes as soon as Francis' expression hardens and he looks upon us with disgust. I push past him and enter the room and stand right beside his bed near the table lamp on the opposite side of the wardrobe.

"Is Charlotte a virgin?"

"Excuse me! Why should I tell you? What does it have to do with you?"

"Just answer her, France. I am sleepy and I need my sleep."

"Sleep or.....?! If want to sleep go sleep don't poke your nose in my girlfriend's sex life."

Drake glares at him and Francis matches it.
I break their staring contest saying, "Look, I am not interested in whether she did it with you or not. I am only interested if she did it or not. I don't care if it is you or anyone el......"

"She is not like you, bitch. She has her morals! She didn't even let me touch her, let alone some other man!"

I smirk on having received the answer. Francis does not get to realize this.

"Don't talk to her like that, Francis! You of all people have no right do so!"

"Oh, so she made you her pet too? Or is it the other way round? We all know how much of a manipulative bastard you can be."

"Says, the man whore! The one who makes every girl feel special and break their hearts as if they were biscuits not hearts!"

"Oh really?! You......."

"Shut up boys! I am sleepy! Commander General go to sleep. That's an order. No use showing me your attitude. Walters up to your room now!"

I pull Drake along with me. Half way up the stairs I hear Francis door closing with a bang.

After reaching his room, we both climb on the bed and cuddle. Drakes drapes the blanket over both of us. I snuggle closer and place a soft kiss on his chest making him sigh.

"I hope you are telling me tomorrow about why you made the ruckus. I nod and tell,
" Sleep tight,baby. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." He nods and I feel him snoring softly after sometime.

We have a long day ahead of us.......

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Heya, buttercups! I  back after a long time. Curtsey of my laziness plus the various festivals.

Now,

1) Do you think what Drake did was right?

2)  Should Julia have forgiven Drake so easily?

3). Why do you think Francis looked betrayed for a moment?

4)  Why do you think Julia is inquiring about the girls' virginity?

Please answer as many as possible.

Until then,

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                     💞💋💞 Reina