We're Just Friends [BOOK 1 Of The 'We're Just' Trilogy]]

"Is she mute?"

F O U R T E E N

We fall against the sheets, the only noise being our heavy breaths. I stare up at the ceiling as I process what just happened...

Nathan and I just fucked.

I have all these insane thoughts bouncing off the walls of my head, so many questions and so so so many thoughts.

That was the best sex I've ever had.

Not that I've had a lot.

I turn my head to my left to find Nathan staring down at me with a small smile on his face. I return it and turn onto my side to face him, about to open my mouth to say something but he puts a finger over my lips "If you're going to try and say something about what just happened then please don't, I have no idea what or why it happened but.. I don't regret it" he speaks softly.

My lips seal and my smile widens but there's an unsettling feeling that sits in the pit of my stomach and I hate the feeling.

"Do you fancy me spending the night with you?" He asks, I take this as an excuse to skim over his striking features that seem more prominent than ever in this moonlit room.

"Anastasia?" The way my name rolls off his tongue so smoothly sends pulses down south, the empty feeling between my legs now more obvious.

"Yeah, I guess. If you want" He nods, pulling the covers over us with his eyes still fixed on me, I take one last glimpse at all his bare, inked skin before it's covered up.

I watch as his eyes scan my face and any bare skin I have showing before they zero on my neck, "what's that?" I raise a brow "what's what?" He pulls a hand out from under the covers and reaches over, brushing his thumb over the skin on the right side of my neck and my eyes widen a fraction out of realization as to what he was pointing out, as a reflex I pull some of my hair over it to cover my neck.

"Nothing.." I mumble, avoiding his eyes. He scoffs "nothing? It looks like a cut, a deep one," he says in an icy tone. "It's a shaving cut.." I lie, terribly "you shave your neck now? How hairy are you?" I smack his chest, laughing "shut up, forget about it".

He seems to take the hint that I don't want to talk about it, so he shuts up. It's quiet for a few minutes before I remember something "oh right, I've been meaning to ask you this, what happened to your hand?" He smiles, brushing some of the hair away from my face with his uninjured hand but he stays silent.

"Oh come on.. you didn't have it on this morning-" my eyes widen "did you get into a fight?" He rolls his eyes "no you idiot, I just... punched the wall?" It comes out as more of a question, but that doesn't wipe the priceless look off my face.

"Ouch, my hand hurts just thinking about it, are you okay?" My question isn't intended for just his hand, but him overall. He probably thinks I've forgotten about the few nightmares he's woken up from around me.

"I'm fine. It's not that big of a deal, I've broken bones that hurt worse than this" he trails off casually as if breaking bones was a regular thing for him.

He's avoiding it.

"Do you break bones often or are you just that much of a cluts?" I chuckle.

My smile quickly falls when I feel his hand grab hold of mine from under the covers, my heart leaps into my throat at the small intimate gesture.

Why is he making me feel all these strange feelings?

I turn red when I see his smile widen "what's that.. interesting drumming noise I hear?" He teases, his smile curving into a smirk.

I roll my eyes but never pull away because I have to admit, I really like the feeling.