Chapter 2

"Keya, I can't take your virginity," his tone was serious all of a sudden, all trace of humour and teasing gone.

I pursed my lips. "Why not?" Suddenly for the first time in years I felt insecure.

"Am I ugly? Oh god it's the hair isn't it? Please don't be put off by this fizziness, trust me I can tame it. Or maybe I am just too curvy," I was now pacing away from him while runninng hand through my frizzy hair only for it to get tangled up in those annoying curls.

"Keya, Keya stop!" He moved in front me and put his hands on my shoulders and shook me to snap out of it.

"Jeez you're not ugly; dammit you're the opposite of ugly. You are beautiful, honestly. You should see how half the guys are dying to get to you," he closed his eyes shaking his head in annoyance.

I frowned up at him. What about the other half? I thought vainly and selfishly.

"Then why—"

"We are best friends Keya!" He cut me in a shout as he ran his hand through his unruly hair in exasperation.

"You're one of my close friend, actually one of the few people that I trust and know me—the real me, instead of that stupid reputation of a player at school. I can't risk losing your friendship. And I know once..." He motioned with his hands at me and him. "I know once we have sex..." he swallowed closing his eyes in a strain as if it was a painful subject to talk about. "Well it will change things," he finally said.

I knew he was right. A deep part of me knew this and also didn't want to lose his friendship. I mean we've been through far too much for us to risk our friendship.

But I was a stubborn and selfish person, and right now, as I gazed upon his eyes; as I took in his sculptured lips, perfect jaw; perfect face; perfect everything. Well, I wanted nothing more than just... do it with him?

"You don't know that." I argued.

My goodness. I sound like one of those desperate clingy sluts at school who always pry on those good looking athletic guys.

Ew. Stop. This is Kyle, for Pete's sake. This boy had to be Hot and with a capital H, Hot. Why am I noticing now? Maybe I was in the heat of the moment or maybe I'd been too caught up in my other relationships and my pursuit of losing my virginity, to care about his looks.

He frowned at me... "Keya that's the thing, I do know. Okay, I've seen it. Hell, I've even went through it.

"With who?" I was trying to figure out which other girl Kyle was close with. Like really close with as I was and I didn't remember any.

He cocked his head to one side, staring at me as if I was the dumbest person on earth to ever ask that. When I stared back blankly at him, he frowned but then he regarded me internally. Then as if realizing something, he chuckled.

"Wow, I forget how inexperienced you are sometimes. I'm talking about every girl I've slept with.

I blanched at that and then cringed as an image of him with a girl tangled in his body in an obscene way, crept into my mind. Brain, please stop it now.

I was confused with his point. "How is them similar to me?"

"You're too important to me and I don't want to lose you just because of a stupid one night stand, please don't tempt me," his voice was a husky strain at the end as he stared at me up and down in a heated gaze before he licked his lips.

I gasp at his intense stare.

He closed his eyes, breaking our gaze and when he opened them again. His intentions were resolved. Just from that brief expression on his face told me that he must've wanted me, like I wanted him right now. And knowing this gave me this strangest warmth feeling inside my stomach.

Now all I had to do was tempt him more as he already said not to. But how do I do that? I didn't even know what I did in the first place to tempt him.

Kyle took my silence as some sort of resolve and decided to open the fridge. He took out last night's lasagne and he started helping himself.

Really? We just ate lunch five minutes ago. Boys are pigs. I thought.

As usual he didn't even ask me if he could have the lasagne. He just helped himself like it was his house; well it was sort of his partial second home. Ever since we were younger, he has spent most of his days in my home more than his own. It was because of issues with his father. His father was an ass. Even I knew that.

"I was saving that," I admonished him when he seemed to have almost ravaged the whole plate.

"Too bad!" He said with his mouth full and the he gave me his smirk.

Jerk. I thought.

I'll let him have it this time. Again. How many times would I have to give up my precious left overs to him?

I decide it wasn't worth it as I watched him.

He sat with one of his hands on his messy sandy brown hair and his green eyes were staring intently at the food. I watched as he chewed with his lips pressed together on the fork and for that moment I imagined the same lips kissing mine.

What was wrong with me? My breath was even hitching up already by just imagining it.

I shook my head trying to control my thoughts and he looked up at me, a questioning eyebrow shooting up. Then he smirked as he realised that I was ogling at him.

"Enjoying the show?" He asked.

The perky bàstard. I thought as I blushed.

I tried to stare impassively at him, as if not understanding his question but this only made him laugh. He shook his head and continued with his food.

Shaking my head, I moved to the sink to start washing the dirty dishes we used earlier. I was concentrating fully on scrubbing the grim that seemed intent on staying on the freaking plate and not responding to my vigorous scrubbing, that I didn't notice that Kyle had moved.

I felt his rigid muscles of his front pressed behind my back. I stilled at that contact and absentmindedly dropped the plate I was holding resulting in a soft clunk on the basin from the impact.