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Aaron's POV

Has anyone ever felt a certain kind of emotion and couldn't put a finger on how you felt, yet it was strange and pathetically disturbing. I study her face with a blank expression on my own. It takes me a minute to wrap my head around her answer.

Diana, and love?

That's the thing that has never crossed my mind, and it never would have in a million years had it not been the ink craved on her skin. She looks uncomfortable under my gaze so I just lightly shake my head, almost trying to get rid of the strange emotions I'm feeling.

"Did you guys break up?" I ask, trying to keep my voice nonchalant.

Why does it even bother me if she has ever been in love? It shouldn't. Yes, she makes me feel things just from her sensual touch, her kisses arouse me in a manner that I've never felt before but that's just it.

"I don't like to talk about it." She says, not even meeting my eyes as she takes a sip of her wine and I do the same.

Well, if I've to make through this dinner, I'll need loads of wine and whatever else she would have to offer. Alcohol boosts me up in some way, and as wrong as that is, I just need it tonight. The rest of the dinner continues in silence, with her preoccupied with her thoughts and me, with mine.

The look on Diana's face clearly tells that she has made her distant herself again and as much as I was looking forward to this night, I'm the only one who ruined it by brining up such depressing topics.

After finishing, both of us move to kitchen and she loads the dishes in the dishwasher. I observe that her kitchen is comparatively cleaner. We make small talk when she asks me about my college and I respond.

When her back is to me, and I've been staring at her back for solid two minutes, I sigh and speak up, "I'm sorry for ruining your mood tonight."

She turns around and gives me a look, "Let's not talk about that anymore, yeah?"

I nod and leave her alone to continue her work. After turning on the TV, I take a seat on the couch and set the cable at the reruns of How I Met Your Mother.

"Please don't tell me you watch that show," she cries from behind me and I look back.

"It's actually a good one." I defend myself and she huffs before coming to take a seat beside me.

"No wonder Connor and you get along. He's crazy for this one." She tells me with an annoyed smile.

I'm glad that the air has shifted between us again, it's not filled with awkward tension as she scoots beside me and concentrates on the show.

"Why don't you like it?" I inquire and she smirks.

"Never watched it. Anything Connor likes, goes to my hit list of annoying him."

I look down at her with a smile and keep my arm on the couch, just above her shoulder. "That makes you evil, watch it with me now, I promise it's not that bad."

She nods and sets her eyes on the flat screen. I'm not sure what's really happening in the show because my eyes are fixed on her face, the way it shines under the television's light. She laughs on my side, I can almost feel it on myself.

"Well, Barney and I would totally hit it off if I were there." She comments, laughing.

"So, do you like it so far?" I ask after one episode finishes and she looks up at me.

"Yeah, it's not so bad. Although, you can't tell Connor I said that." She laughs.

I notice how close we're sitting and I can almost smell her hair. Whatever it is, the fragrance is intoxicating. I don't realise when my arm moves from the couch to her shoulder and she moves even closer than before.

She looks up in my eyes and I don't miss the way her eyes flicker down to my lips. I'm not sure which one of makes the move, or both of us lean in it together, but soon, our lips are melting against each other and my skin almost feels on fire by the passion that radiates off her. The background voice of television is soon forgotten as pushes me back on the couch a little and taking ahold of her hips, I move her to my lap. But, our lips don't break the contact even for a second throughout.

She moves impatiently under my grip, straddling herself on me and it takes me a moment to realise how her dress has moved up to her upper thighs and my skin moves there. I can feel the blood rushing to the specific part of my body and as much as my inner voice is telling me stop, I don't have it in me to do so.

"Fuck!" I curse as I grip on her thighs, stopping her movements, "Don't do that."

She gives me a knowing smile, and it's so sexy, sexy enough to take my breath away. Without even giving me a chance to recover, she slams her lips against mine again, this time deepening the kiss as my tongue meets hers and I hear her moan with pleasure.

That's sweetest sound I've ever heard. I part our lips and start trailing kisses down to her jawline, moving to her neck and then right above her breast. She's breathing so heavily, and when I look up in her eyes, they are filled with just pure desire and passion. Her hands move to my shirt as she starts unbuttoning it. I haven't been this intimate with a girl in a long time and it would be a lie if I say that her actions don't make me nervous but when my shirt is off and thrown to the ground, she just stares down at me.

"Did I ever tell you are incredibly hot?" She says with a smirk as she moves her hand on my chest.

No! Not any girl has ever told me that.

"Aaron!" She breathes when I move my lips to her neck.

I don't stop this time, I kiss her there, holding her in my arms and she gives me the access as she throws her head back with a moan.

"You're fucking amazing," she whispers as her nails dig in my back.

But, just in a second, she parts away as she stands up and gives me a horrified look before making her way down the hallway and I hear a door slamming.

What the fuck just happened? I sit stunned, trying to get back to my senses and when I repeat the scene that just occurred in my mind again, I stand up and pick my shirt from the floor. She's not back yet and I'm just trying to understand what did I do wrong.

"You just marked me!" I hear her yell from behind myself and turn around.

I run a hasty hand through my hair and look at her, "What?"

"This!"

She points to her neck and I notice a hickey forming there. She looks at me like I just committed some horrible crime while there's complete bafflement on my face as I stare at her. Her mouth opens to say something, but she closes it immediately.

"You should've stopped me if you had so much problem with that," I snap back, trying to check my temper.

Her behaviour almost pushes me off limits but this was just crossing a line. You just don't rush off in the middle of such a heavy make out session, leaving behind someone extremely embarrassed. I know she doesn't have a response to my question which is why she just stands there with an angry expression.

"This was a mistake." She mumbles under her breath but I catch it.

Her words only make anger inside me stir. She has got to be fucking kidding me! What does she think of herself? She can have me by her side whenever she wants and the next moment, just push me off like that!

"Indeed! Which is why, Diana Rose, stay the fuck away from me!" I shout back before collecting my phone and car keys from the dining table.

She stands in the middle of the room with a grumpy face and just as I'm about to turn the door knob, she calls out, "Fuck! Don't go."

I look back at her with pure confusion. What does she want? She shouts at me one moment, asks me to stay the next.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask, my voice still harsher than ever. "I'm not a toy, Diana! You can't just treat me like that."

She runs a hand through her hair and looks at me with her eyes almost vulnerable, "I know! Just don't leave, okay? I'm sorry I freaked out, I'm not used to such things, Aaron. You have to understand."

Did she just apologise to me?

Diana never apologises, even when she commits a mistake, she always finds an excuse to let go of it, or she's bitchy enough to not have to apologise. I look at her and sigh. She's driving me crazy.

"Come here," I tell her and extend one arm towards her.

She follows as she walks towards me and I wrap my arm around her waist and she holds onto my torso, pressing her face against my chest as she sighs. I'm not sure what we are the moment, we're definitely not friends but one thing I'm certain about is the fact that I cannot stay away from her.

"That was horrible of me," she remarks and I smile at her.

I don't disagree because indeed it was! We stand like that for a while before she takes me to the couch. She looks at the time and I'm surprised to know that it's already midnight.

"It's pretty late, will you stay the night?" She asks, almost requesting.

Her question surprises me, sometimes she doesn't even let me step in here and now she's asking me to stay the night. I want to, but will it be appropriate? Even before I can think it through, I find myself nodding to her request.

She passes me a smile and wonders off to one of her rooms. I block my eyes on the television again and when she returns, she hands over PJs and a t shirt to me. I take it from her hands but my mind immediately wonders why does she have male clothes at her apartment.

As if she can read my thoughts, she speaks, "They're Connor's. Ella and him have few clothes here, always." She explains and I nod, take a breath of relief.

I ask her where can I change and she look at me, "I'm perfectly okay if you want to change here." She smirks and I narrow my eyes at her and she laughs.

"Really? I don't mind either." I tease as I begin to unbutton my jeans and she gasps.

Her eyes are fixed on my hand but then she clears her throat and meets eye, "Bathroom is down the hallway." She says, a bit flushed.

I nod before going and finding myself the bathroom. The hallway is familiar, the first time Diana and I got into a fight when we weren't even friends is quite vague in my memory. It happened just three months back, yet it feels forever ago. In this short period of time, a lot has changed between Diana and I, I thought we wouldn't ever be able to come to talking terms and yet, here I am, sleeping over at her place after making out with her.

After changing into much more comfortable clothes, I get to the living room and notice that she's already in her short pjs and a loose shirt. She still looks as beautiful as she did before, even though I cannot spot even a drop of make up on her face. She's standing with a hand on her hip as she's talking on the phone, probably still unaware of my presence.

"Yes, I know," She sighs and I notice the way she closes her eyes momentarily, "I know E, I'll see you tomorrow morning, I promise." She smiles into the phone.

Her choice of words leave me a bit stunned, did she just say E? I might have misheard and not wanting to eavesdrop anymore, I clear my throat and she immediately turns around. She looks at me with a blank face and whispers something inaudible in the phone and hangs up.

"How long have you been standing there?" She asks, sounding nervous.

"Just few seconds," I shrug and move to the couch.

"Oh," she takes a breath of relief, "It was Ella by the way, she's kinda pissed that you're staying over when I was supposed to sleep over at her place."

Ella, E! Damnit! I hate what my mind assumed when I heard her saying that. I really need to calm my mind. She asks me if I would want to watch a movie and I just shrug.

"You're not into sap movies, are you?" She asks, going through her collection and I shake my head.

"I can watch anything as long it isn't boring." I tell her and she nods.

She puts on The Amazing Spider Man and I look at her. Aren't all girls supposed to be crazy for movies like The Notebook and The Vow? I sit comfortably back on the couch and she comes as well. I'm not sure how much distance we are supposed to maintain because of all the episodes of the night. But, she chooses to sit much closer than I expected her to. Our thighs brush together and I feel my hands twitching by my side to reach out and touch her. Anyway, I clear my throat and focus my eyes on the flat screen.

It's only been half an hour in the movie when I realise that Diana's head is on my shoulders and my arm is wrapped around her. She leans in more, almost unconsciously after every few minutes and before I know it, we both are lying on the couch. She's lying in front of me, her eyes half drooping because of the sleep and mine, fixed on her. It's just five minutes later when I realise that she's sound asleep. Since, I'm behind her, I cannot make much movement without waking her up, and I don't want to. She looks so much at peace.

After struggling a bit, I reach for the remote and turn off the television. She stirs a bit and then turns around in her sleepy state, now her face is right in front of me. I tug behind the loose strands of her hair and sigh before closing my eyes and dozing off.

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The next morning, I wake up when I feel someone moving under me. I slowly open my eyes and find Diana struggling to move from the couch. I frown and notice that my arms are wrapped around her. I loosen my grip and she looks up.

"Morning," she gives me a small smile and runs a hand on my face.

"Mmm," I respond back before closing my eyes again.

"Sorry babe, but I really need to pee." She chuckles in my arms and I smile in my sleepy state before letting go of her.

I'm not sure how much time goes by but when I open my eyes again, I hear some shuffling and smell the strong caffeine. Yawning, I sit up on the couch and stretch my arms a bit.

"Hi," Diana says from the behind and look back at her.

She's already out of her night clothes and dressed up in skinny blue jeans and a yellow blouse. Her hair look a bit damp, and I can tell that she just took a shower.

"Hey," I respond and she sips on her coffee.

"You can take a shower here, if you want and there's one extra toothbrush in the bathroom." She informs me, not meeting my eyes.

I don't say anything but I can tell that her guard is up again this morning. The Diana I spent the night with is nowhere to be seen. She seems nervous and distracted. I really want to ask her what's wrong but I don't want to have a fight with her right now. She handles me an extra towel and I thank her before closing the bathroom door. My thoughts are all over the place as I stand under the hot water.

Diana's mood swings literally are the most unpredictable thing I've ever encountered. She can be the sweetest person you know one minute, and the next, she's just annoyed by anything that comes into contact with her. Is she bipolar? I hope not. But, I want to talk to her about where it leaves us after yesternight. If she claims this as friendship, for once, I'll suck it up and tell her that I've had enough of her. This isn't friendship, I know and damnit, even she must know it. Friends don't make out and sleep in such an enclosed space together.

Unless, that's what she does with every 'friend' of hers. My subconsciousness mocks me and I fist my fingers together. The thought of Diana kissing someone else leaves a bitter image and foul mood behind. I don't have a claim on her, I know, this is probably what she does with every guy and as much as I don't want to be one of those people, I sure as hell am turning into one by being like this with her. But, those guys actually want to get into her pants and nothing else. I'm not like that, I never will be one of those guys.

But, then again, what do I really want?

Yes, I want to spend time with her, I enjoy her company. The biggest reason is because she speaks her mind, she doesn't care about the impact it leaves and when you're with someone like that, you learn to speak your mind too. I have to agree, I do think a lot about others when it's just me, I make sure whatever word I utter must not have negative reflection on the opposite person but Diana makes me feel that sometimes, we need to think about ourselves before we give importance to others.

Whatever the consequences, I need to have a serious conversation with her about where this leads us, if it does anyway in the first place. But, I cannot lie to myself, she's slipping slowly into my life and as much as I want to resist her, I cannot.

After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I step into the clothes from last night. It's not like I had a lot of choices anyway. I run a hand through my hair before stepping into the living room and notice Diana isn't there. I frown as I look for her in the kitchen but isn't there either. My eyes roam down the hallway as I look at three doors that I've never had an access to, except the guest room where she let me stay once. Before I know, I'm standing in front of the room where Diana freaked out last time I tried to peek in there. I'm about to turn the door knob when I close my eyes and back off. This isn't right, I shouldn't be meddling with her privacy no matter how curious it leaves me.

Instead, I call out for her, "Diana?"

Just a second later, she appears out of another door and frowns at me, "Yes, sorry, I was just cleaning my room." She says and I nod.

I've never been inside her room, and I don't want to sound like a creep but I really would like to see how it looks. She has a laundry basket in her hand and she motions for me to wait a second before she goes around to keep that basket in the corner of the bathroom. She comes back and walks awkwardly into the living room and I follow.

"Coffee?" She asks.

"Sure." I shrug and follow her to the kitchen, "What are your plans for today?" I ask, trying to make a conversation.

I really want to start the conversation about last night but I'm not sure how to start it. She turns around to face me and then looks at the clock behind me at the wall.

"I've to be at Ella's place in half an hour," she says and I nod in acknowledgment.

"Do you want me to drive you there?" I offer.

"No!" She snaps and I'm taken aback by her harsh tone. But then she sighs and looks at me, "I mean, I'll drive myself. She doesn't live far and I also have to come back."

I nod, appreciating how she cared to explain herself rather than just being rude. She's walking on thin ice around me, careful of what she says and doesn't. I don't want her like that, she's free to speak her mind even though it ends up hurting me. That's the Diana I like, not the one who's afraid of my judgement while I'm with her.

The Diana I like.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She hands me over the cup of coffee and I take a sip. Damn, it's strong but good. I give her a smile that she returns and walks towards me. I almost stand up straight at her movement and she stops.

"Aaron, I-"

Her sentence is cut off when my phone starts ringing loudly from the living room and I quickly apologise to her before going to receive it. It's my mom! I really am not in the mood to talk to her right now but I know we had enough of a fight last night.

"Hello," I say as soon as I pick up.

"Aaron McCall, where the hell have you been all night?" She yells from the other side and I immediately regret answering her.

"I'm at Diana's place." I tell her.

Diana's eyes are on me as I speak and I turn around, almost hiding away from her gaze. I could've lied to my mother but what's the need? Even if Diana and I end up everything today, I still don't want to lie about my whereabouts to my mother.

"What has gotten into you? Come back home right now! I didn't know you were like your brother, wanting to get into a girl's pants just because she's attractive." She spits and my mouth falls open.

Did she just?

"What the hell, Mom? Is that how you think of me? Really, just don't bother calling me again. And please, just back off from my life for once!" I yell before hanging up.

My mother's words hit me hard! Is that what this is about? Am I just around her because I want to get into her pants? No, fuck no! I'm not that kind of person and when I look at Diana, I see a lot more than just sex. Yes, I would love to do things to her, she's fucking beautiful but that's just not it. She makes me feel good about myself in many ways, her smile, the one that's so rare to get really knocks the air out of me. I know I'm not supposed to feel this way about her, but I wish I had a say in it. I have feelings for her, and I know how much pain will they cause me but I cannot resist, not anymore!

"Aaron?" She calls out, her voice laced with worry and I turn around.

I look at her beautiful face and the frown set between her eyebrows. "Yeah?" I say, trying to keep the bitterness from the conversation I just had out of my voice.

"I'm really sorry for causing so much trouble in your life," she apologises and steps towards me. Her tiny arms wrap themselves around me as she rests her head at my chest. But then, she looks up.

I curse under my breath, "Fuck it!" I say, before slamming down my lips at hers.

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