Halfway through the movie Lukas dozed of next to me on the couch. His soft snores only heard by me, which were the results of the painkillers he got in the hospital earlier today. He was trying to keep a straight face for his parents, not to worry them too much, but I know he wasn't feeling all too well, trying to hide it with his good mood and humor. Also, scumbag Jason had left after dessert, which was a good thing cause Daniel's mood lit up like wildfire after Mia waved him off at the door.

I looked over at Mia, her eyes teary, and since we were watching a comedy, I'm sure here sadness weren't caused by the movie. She caught me staring and threw me half a smile, trying to hide her true emotions behind her pearly whites. "What's wrong?" I mouthed at her, and that's when her sadness truly resurfaced like she couldn't hold it in any longer as she fled to the kitchen before her parents would notice.

Softly I tried to crawl from under Lukas's head resting on my shoulder, trying my best not to wake him. He looked so peaceful and calm, it would have been a shame to disturb it. Once in the kitchen I saw Mia getting a glass of water, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. Her hand grabbed the edge of the countertop to hold herself up. "Mia, talk to me. I know something's wrong." I encouraged her to let it all out but she just shook her head, her bottom lip trembling with sadness. "Mia." I whispered walking over to grab the glass of water from her hand and swing my arms around her. "It's okay you can tell me." And at my words she burst out in tears, sobbing in my hair.

For a minute she just held on to me tight, sobbing but then she pulled back her red eyes and wet cheeks in my sight. "I don't know Bella. I don't know what to do. Somethings up with Jason lately. He's been calling off dates, not picking up his phone. It feels like I don't even know him anymore. Like the way he acted today, he was so rude to my parents! And after dinner I caught him scrolling on Instagram, zooming in on every picture with a girl on it, basically drooling over some blonde with big tits! I mean why does he have to do that when I'm right next to him!" She sobbed, letting go of breaths she had been holding for a while.

Honestly I didn't know what to say, well, I did know what to say but I couldn't be the one telling her, not right now... I just couldn't break my best friend's heart, I didn't know how to deal with the words sitting at my tongue, trying to escape me so desperately but I swallowed against better judgement, against everything I thought was right.

I should have told her weeks ago, but the longer the wait the harder it became to spill, now I just couldn't anymore even though it was nothing but the truth. Does that make me a bad friend? Yes it does, and I have been beating myself up for it ever since I promised Lukas I wouldn't tell her, in this moment I'm regretting ever making that promise. This was all wrong, and I had the feeling that whenever Lukas was going to tell her it was going to backfire on me. You don't even have to do the math, it's the most logic outcome and I was dreading it, trying to postpone the moment she would call quits on our friendship, that's why I couldn't tell her, I couldn't lose my only friend, not tonight.

"I just don't know how or what to feel, I'm so confused! I love him so much but he isn't the same person anymore. It makes me feel like a bad person for loving him less because he just changed. What am I talking about, I love him like crazy, I can't just stop loving him it's all so confusing." She was trying to convince herself but something told me she had to try harder for it to work, holding up a fairytale version of her Jason in her head in order to see past his flaws, all of them, maybe all of him.

She leaned her back against the counter, wiping away her tears, smudging the maraca on her lashes. My heart breaks seeing her doubt herself. I stepped over to her putting my hands on her shoulders. "You are the most funny, beautiful, strong, opiniated, determined and crazy in a good way girl out there! Any guy would be lucky to be with you. And if Jason doesn't appreciate you for the diamond that you are, than he is even dumber than he makes himself look." A small laugh escaped her mouth between the ongoing sobs.

"I just feel so worthless and torn lately. I just want to be loved, that's all he needs to do but he doesn't. Hell I'm happier when he isn't around. I feel so guilty!" She exhales, wiping away another tear from her cheek as my hands rub her arms gently.

"You don't have to feel guilty Mia. If that's how you feel about him then-"

She cut me off, squeezing her eyes before she spoke "I do have a reason to feel guilty, I feel so different when I'm with-"

"Everything okay here?" Lukas interrupted while leaning in the doorway, his eyes still a bit sleepy and his hair just as messy as before.

"Fine!" Mia said, wiping another hand over her cheek, hiding all the tears from her brother. She threw her arms around my neck, squeezing me tightly. "Good night Bella." She whispered after giving me another squeeze.

"Are you sure, you'll be okay?" I whispered in her ear, my hands rubbing over her back and she nodded, although that didn't sooth my conscious very much. She was far from okay. She let go, taking the other door out of the kitchen so she wouldn't have to face Lukas, his face bothered and curious at the same time.

"What was that all about?" He shrugged, looking at the door Mia just left trough.

He walked over to me, putting both of his hands on either side of the counter, trapping me like always. "Lukas, we have to tell her about Jason. She's beating herself up about how he's acting. It's really tearing her up. She feels like she isn't good enough for him and it kills me not to spill the truth to her." I said, feeling the emotion sting behind my eyes.

He caught on to it, his hands cupping my face, gently running his thumb over my cheeks. I nestle my hands in the fabric of his shirt. "I hate it just as much as you do. I know we may fight a lot, but she's my sister. I would fucking bust Jason's ass if she wanted me too, even in this beat up state." Lukas said, before gently brushing his lips against mine, the sweet taste of dessert still lingering on his tongue.

"Lukas, I'm serious, she already heartbroken about it." I felt sad, even with his lips so close to mine and his body pinning me against the counter. "Tell her, please. I want to but I can't bring myself to do it." I whispered against his lips before letting my forehead fall against his chest, a tear rolling down my cheek.

His hands left my cheek and instead they wrapped around me, holding my tight, his lips finding a spot in my hair. "I know baby, I'll tell her first thing in the morning. I promise." He whispered in my hair, gently kissing the top of my head.

I shook my head at the thought, the scenario of tomorrows' reveal playing in my head. "She's going to hate me." I exhaled, almost sobbed against his chest.

His arms tightened around me even more, holding me close in an attempt to make me feel safe. "She doesn't have to know you knew about it." He swallowed, the worry in his breaths too obvious.

"No more lies Lukas. She needs to know the whole truth. That's the least she deserves, even if she hates me for it." I exhaled, looking up to meet his eyes and his gaze changed as soon as he saw the tears staining my cheeks. Worry and guilt taking over every part of him as he frowned while taking his sleeve to wipe away the river on my face.

"Okay. Tomorrow. I think we had enough drama for tonight." Lukas whispered and his hands settled at my waist underneath my sweater, his eager fingers putting my skin on fire. "Let's go to bed, Baby. I'm tired."

"After napping for the entire movie, you're still tired?" I chuckled, enjoying the warmth of this hands on me as I adored every inch of his face, including the stitches on his cheek. I'm so in love with you, you have no idea!

"What do you mean napping? I watched every second of that shitty movie." Lukas laughed before taking my hand to guide me upstairs.

"Who are you trying to convince? I still have drool on my shoulder from you using me as a pillow." I said nodding to my shoulder, no drool visible but I made my point.

"And you are one fine pillow!" He said, walking backwards through the hallway upstairs, his eyes filled with mischief, swinging open his bedroom door. "Now, get your ass in here so I can continue to use you as my pillow." He laughed while pulling me into his bedroom, my jaw hitting the floor once more at the size of his bed. His room was painted all grey with black and white decorations, I'm sure his mom picked out but still suited him well. A huge television hung against the wall and his desk was clean, like he hadn't been here for a while.

"Bells, now's your time to stop drooling. It's just a room." He shook his head before sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand pulling me between his legs.

"You're going to need a GPS tracker to find me in that bed tonight." A said on the most normal tone possible trying to hide my shock and I made him chuckle.

"For one, if you think I'm letting you escape my arms for just a second you're so wrong and second all of this, it's just money..." He said opening his arms to point to everything in his room "It doesn't matter most. I'm lucky yes, and it's nice when you have all of this but money but it always makes you want to have more if you don't appreciate what you already have. So we are going to appreciate this space sized bed to the fullest but know that I'm just as happy sleeping in your crappy apartment." He smiled, looking up at me.

"Hey thanks for calling my apartment crappy even though I know it is." I rolled my eyes to the back of my head while his started fidgeting with the fabric of my lilac sweater.

"This sweater looks really good on you." Lukas grinned as he gave me a compliment, pulling me further between his legs, the side of his face pressed against my stomach and I couldn't resist putting my hands through his hair, his thick messy locks sliding through my fingers. His fingers had other plans as they trailed under this sweater, he found flattering on me. The roughness of his hands trailing over my soft skin, making both of us close our eyes to enjoy.

His hands lifted up the front of my sweater, exposing my stomach. I felt his head looking up so I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting his. He gently kissed my stomach while keeping his eyes on mine, looking through his long eyelashes. Another kiss followed quickly, pressing harder on my skin, his hands tightly grabbing my sides to hold me in place. The feeling of his lips touching my skin just above the waist band of my jeans, send electricity though my entire body, from my toes all the way to my fingertips.

He was working me up fast, not wasting any time as his hands rolled over my lower back, up until his fingers found the back of my bra, unhooking it softly with both hands. I loved it when he was always eager but still gentle with me, like he didn't just want to fuck me but feel the entire experience from beginning to end, not rushing his way into it, pleasing me in every way possible.

He looked up at me while his hands moved to the front, cupping my breasts with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing my nipples. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but his hands felt so good on me, tingles exploding through my spine. Screw it, I'm kissing him. I leaned down, kissing him eagerly, his lips so moist and soft as both hands cupped his face. His hands were as eager as our kissing, pulling my sweater and bra over my head at once, our lips leaving each other for a brief moment before reuniting them even more passionately. I wanted, I need to be closer to him and I stepped closer, putting my legs on either side of him on the edge of the bed, pushing down on his excitement, a groan bouncing against my lips.

For a second his hands didn't know what to do, but then they found their place in my hair, sliding it back over my shoulders so he could see me, all of me. He pulled away from our kiss to do so. His eyes filled with love and want as he moved his gaze over my naked chest. He parted his lips to say something but whatever it was it had to wait, because my lips couldn't be away from his. His hands settled at my back while mine pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his hair a floppy mess.

"Bells. I thought you-" Lukas said against my lips, but I quickly closed the gap, making him swallow his words. I started moving my hips, grinding down on him while he pushed me down, his hips involuntary and with want moving in the opposite direction. His couldn't control his hand any longer, rubbing his fingers over my jeans, where he knew he had to touch me to make me reach my high. It felt different, being touched like that, making me want to be touched without the barrier of clothes even more. A small moan came out of my throat making his eyes go wild and he started kissing my neck, he knew all too well it would only fuel my want even more, if that was possible because I was ready to give in and let it all go.

His teeth gently grazed my skin as his fingers were heating me up through my jeans. I was grinding passionately, like I lost control, hormones raging though my body like a tornado, sweeping away every sense of conscious. My fingers needed and outlet, something to put my energy into. And they did by pulling at the loops of his jeans before unbuckling it fast and eager, his tongue finding mine as I did so.

His tip was poking up the hem of his boxers and when I softly ran my fingers over it he took a sharp breath. I couldn't help it and smashed my lips against his mouth, taking his bottom lip between my teeth as he groaned under the touch of my fingers. "Fuck Bells, I can't promise you I can stop now..." He exhaled, the sweetness of dessert waving in my face.

Stop? Who's talking about stopping?I added fuel to his fire by grinding on him and grazing my fingers against his tip at the same time. His hands left my body to put them behind him on the bed, supporting himself as I pleasured him. His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back under my soft yet impatient touch. I saw it as an opportunity to lean forward, to kiss his throat, his hums vibrating onto my lips. "I don't want to stop." I whispered against his throat and it made him breath in with relief.

But that relief was short as he prompted up his head, looking at me with his wild expression. "I thought you couldn't?" He asked quietly, his eyes begging me for an answer.

"Doesn't mean you can't." I say with a smile on my face, knowing he's adoring that answer, needing it even.

"Bells, baby you don't hav-"

I cut him off, pasting my lips against his once more and he knew I wasn't going to back away from pleasuring him, just because I couldn't. I stepped off his lap, his hands trying to grab me to stay but I pushed them away, pinning them next to him on the matrass. I stepped away, slowly taking of my jeans in front of him and leaving them behind in a puddle at my feet. His eyes wandered over my chest all the way to the black lace of my panties.

I smiled at him, pushing my hair behind my ears and stepping between his legs, my hands grabbing his boxers and jeans, pushing them down his legs. His bruises looked really bad, but I wanted him to know I loved his body either way. My lips started at his face, kissing the stitches on his cheek surrounded by a purple bruise while my hands laced over his on the matrass. I moved down his neck, following the ink to his chest and his ribs where my lips tackled the next bruise, my lips softly grazing over the dark shade.

Lukas's eyes were pinned on me, following me adoring his body with parted lips of pleasure. I smiled at him, knowing I was making him feel good about himself, good about myself because I have never been so comfortable with my own body, not shy to show or open up in front of him, he makes it easy to be bold, bolder than I would be with anyone else.

My next stop was the bruise on his knee, kissing in gently as I let go if his hands, my fingers caressing his inner thigh as my lips followed their path. He couldn't control to shift his hips on the mattress bringing his body closer to my lips each time I moved. "Keep doing that. It feels..." He whispered until he was at a loss of words to describe the feeling. I moved my lips further up his inner thigh, his groans louder and more wanting each kiss my lips got closer to their destination.

He fidgeted with the sheets, pulling a fist fill, until I was in reach, one of his hands lacing trough my hair, playing with a strand while I grazed my tongue over his thigh so close to his hard on he was already high with want, even before I reached him. I stopped and looked up, intentionally biting my lip until he looked down, his hooded eyes meeting mine. "Fuck, don't look at me like that." He exhaled, like he got sick of breathing, taking him a while to suck in his next dose of air.

I smiled at him, letting my lips slide away from between my teeth. He liked the look on my face that's why he was pushing his hips up and his eyes pleaded me to continue, so I did. I kissed the sensitive skin next to his hardness before taking his shaft in my hands and running my tongue over his tip a wild growl sounding through his throat. I moved faster putting my mouth around him, his hand working on the roots of my hair, directing the rhythm. I looked up at him while continuing to work my tongue on him. His eyes met mine, pinned on my movements while biting down on his bottom lip. I was enjoying this just as much as being touched myself, having control over my movements instead of losing it altogether.

Lukas pushed his hips up when I sucked him gently, his fingers nestling further into my hair. "Fuck." He cursed; his voice barely able to produce sounds other than moans. I moved even faster under his encouraging sounds, sucking harder, making him his muscles even more tense under me.

He started shaking slightly, his body reacting to my actions and I loved every bit of it, taking the edge off and encouraging me to go harder on him. My hand and mouth both working him up, making him groan uncontrollably between his intakes of breath. "Bells, stop! I'm fucking close." He breathed like he was trying to convince me to back away and finish him differently, but I wasn't planning on it. I wanted this, I wanted this to be special, something he or I never did, although I wasn't sure about his previous experience.

I put aside all the doubts of this being just as special to him and continued to move on him, his hand tightening in my hair, lightly pulling in the most exciting way and with his other hand grabbing a handful of the sheets. He was so close now and I prepared myself for him, one final movement bringing him over the edge as he moaned my name and cursed it out, releasing himself on my tongue, the warm salty liquid filling my mouth. "You don't have to swallow." He said hasty trying to tell me before I got the chance, but he was too slow as I let the warmth slide trough me, the experience more soothing than I expected. It was only for him that I was willing to push my boundaries, something I could never imagine doing, doing in a blink of an eye and most of all because I wanted to. "Did you just..." He said, his head coming back from its fallen back position, his hooded eyes meeting mine as he tried to catch his breath.