In the name of 'Friendship' [COMPLETED]

31: Pretence

"You don't kiss and tell."

Derek's POV:

Everything was going just like I had planned, pick her up, cook for her and a perfect candle night romantic dinner. Now comes the last and the most difficult part, confession.
Yes, the past days I had been so possessive over her, afraid I might lose her to some other guy like Brent or someone else she'll meet. I was afraid that I wouldn't make it out of the friend zone.

Now, I was patiently seated on the couch watching harry potter and waited for her to come with cupcakes. She was such a cutie when it came to desserts that I'm surprised how is she so thin.

"I'm already feeling a little dizzy." She said plopping down on the couch next to me and gulping more of the cupcakes.

"You should probably go to sleep then." I said a little disappointed.

"I don't feel like." She pouted.
It took so much strength to not just grab her and kiss her.

"You've got some frosting over there." I said.

"Gone?" She asked wiping off a little.

I shaked my head at her cuteness and shifted a little closer bringing my fingers to brush off the frosting.
She sucked in a deep breath and I was aware of how I was making her feel. Our eyes locked up in a moment, her hazel orbs were so captivating, the gap between us was almost non existent now. Unable to restrain myself, I stroke her cheek gently with the back of my hand and her lips part slightly. Her skin was as smooth as silk and I wanted to touch every inch of her body.
"Are you drunk enough to not remember this?" I whispered not recognising the amount of lust in my voice.

"Probably." She stuttered.

And then before I knew it, my lips were on hers. It was not anything wild but it was gentle and cosy, just perfect. I don't remember how long we kissed for but it was just the best kiss of my life.
I started kissing the corner of her mouth, gently leaving a trail of kisses along her neck. She smelt just like me, green apples and I loved having my scent on her, almost like she was mine. Slowly, her hands made their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer and tangling them in my hair.
My tongue swirled around her neck, finding her soft spot.
"You look so beautiful in my shirt Ashley." I whispered. It was true. She looked like a freaking goddess right now, her hair a little messy as my fingers twisted around her locks, lips a little swollen and the shirt she was wearing had hiked up a little above her mid thighs.
She shuddered under my touch as I trailed heated kisses further down her neck, letting my tongue drag across her soft spot. A loud moan erupted from her and then again. "Derek." she moaned bringing me back to reality.

What the fuck did I just do?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She's Ashley, my best friend for heaven's sake.

This is wrong.
This is just so damn wrong.

I wanted to confess my feelings for her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. Yes, I did want to kiss her but not when she was drunk. Definitely not when she was drunk. God, she is going to hate me now. What am I supposed to do? I've ruined it. I've ruined everything. My friendship is at stake because I couldn't keep it in my pants. Great, just great.

"Derek, I really need to sleep." She whispered.

Shit. She is just so innocent. How could I do this to her?