Sara´s POV
This bed was cold, the silent, dark room mocking me and the pillow couldn´t have been wetter. I had been crying nonstop since I got in here. I did it, I ruined it, I finally broke Matt and there was nothing I could do to fix it now. You would think I would feel better, now he finally stopped his advances, but I never felt worse. I hadn´t even felt this bad when Marc and I broke up and Matt and I… we hadn´t even been together.

My body was sore of crying, I let myself roll of the bed, opened my dress and let it fall down to the ground. My sweatpants and my most comfy sweater fell out of the suitcase as soon as I opened it, see, even my suitcase knew what I needed better than me.

I laid back down on the bed, hugging myself and felt the tears roll down my cheeks again, how could I have been this stupid? I closed my eyes, hoping to escape this shitty bed I made so perfectly for myself, but the hurt look Matt had in his eyes the minute he walked away from me, haunted me from the first second.

“Damn Sara” Matt’s whispered words were causing Goosebumps on my neck and my collar. He pushed me harder to the door, his hands roaming all over my body, the desperation tangible in his touch, his words, his voice.

There was no way I could deny Matt once we got home. He made sure I was aware of that. The whole night he had been there, not long enough to protest, not short enough to feel neglected. It was like he was on a schedule, a schedule in which he knew what I needed better than I did myself.

The night was like an out of body experience for me. The little kisses during the day had been nothing compared to the ones he gave me during the night. Every little moment he gave us was exactly right, the period of time between them just long enough for me to go from indignation to want. By the time he found me again, I wanted him to find me, I was longing for him and what he would give me.

He had me on edge so far, it would only take a toe, to step right over, and that was what he did, the second he lifted me in his arms, pushed us to the door, lust taking over. Guess he didn’t only push me over huh?

Matt’s hungry mouth found mine, leaving no doubt who was boss as his tongue demanded entrance. There was no stopping it now. There was no way I would stand my grounds with him being like this. I knew it, I knew this game was lost before I even started it. But you know what? Lust I could handle, just sex I could handle, hell, I could even get my fun out of it. I moved my hands to Matt’s hair, pulling right through.

“You achieved your goal, Matt, I won’t resist anymore. Just take me to bed” I moaned between the torturing slow kisses he put down my neck “Oh shit… Matt…. I want you. Show me… Bring out the sexgod that is inside of there somewhere”.

He stiffened and backed up a little to bore his honey colored eyes into my grey ones, his hand moved to my face to put a strand of hair behind my ear. The small kiss on my lips confused me even more. That one felt different and so did his tone when he started talking again “I need you, Sara… not only this, but so much more. Please..” I looked at him confused, my heart dropping into my stomach “Please don’t deny you feel this too, I can’t pretend to only want you in my bed anymore” He was begging me now. He had thrown lust and want overboard, this was an invitation to so much more.

I unlocked my legs from around Matt’s waist and went limp against his body “Put me down, Matt”. The second my toes touched the ground, he stepped away from me, the silence thick around us. “Sara…” He looked like someone just took his favorite toy from him.
I held my hand up, stopping him from whatever he was about to say “Don’t. Why did you make it something else than it is? Why do you want to put a label on it? If there was a label on it… It should be called ‘Just Sex’” I motioned around those last words as if I was imagining a sigh “Why ruin this, Matt? We could have had fun”

“Fun?” Matt’s face had gone to pure anger now. “FUN?! I didn’t have fun since I left the Bahamas, I didn’t have fun since I said goodbye to you. You want to talk about fun? You want to talk about labels?! Well, Sara, you have been a pain in the ass ever since Brian and I came to Phoenix. You have been a bitch ever since we saw each other again. And I’ve tried. I tried so damn hard. Tried to show you there was more between us, because I KNOW you feel it too. But you know what?! I’m done trying. I’m done chasing after you.”

I couldn’t even look at him, my heart beating a thousand beats per minute, and not the good kind. My heart was clenching in the worst possible way. His scent invaded my senses when he stepped into my space. Still trying to avoid his eyes, my gaze fell on my suitcase, standing at the side of Matt’s hallway.
“Yeah… I send one of the crewmembers to get that from Brian’s place, thinking you would like your own stuff once you decided you would stay with me. Pretty stupid huh?”
“Matt..”
“What, Sara?! Are you taking back what you just said? Agree that there is so much more between us than just sex?”

Even though I wish I could, I couldn’t tell Matt what he wanted to hear. I was scared, so damn scared, that silence was the only thing I could produce.

“That’s what I thought” with that Matt turned around, looking over his hanging shoulder one last time, the hurt look cutting through everything that I was “I will arrange a hotel for you tomorrow”.

I was heaving for air, trying to stop the hyperventilating. Why did this hurt so much, why couldn’t I just admit? Ever since I first met him, Matt had known me better than I had ever known myself, and he was right, so, so right. Wasn’t this what I had felt the minute we jumped off the cliff? Wasn’t this what I felt every time I allowed him to kiss me properly? I sat up straight. I wasn’t done with him.

The hallway was dark, but there was light under one door, I moved to it quietly and knocked. No reaction. He had every right to ignore me…. After I would finally tell him what’s on my heart.

I opened the door, praying to god he won’t shut me down “Matt?” the room was dark, but I could make up his lying form on the bed, the dim moonlight lighting the room just enough.
“Go away, Sara… I’m done” His gruff voice send shivers down my spine.
“Well… I’m not… And I think I have a say in this too” My voice sounded confident, not at all reflecting like I felt.

“I have no interest at all in what you want to say, unless you will finally tell me why you are denying us, and I already know that is a big fat chance. So I doubt you have anything to say, that I am willing to hear” He sat up now, staring at me with a blank expression, his voice dripping with venom.

For a moment there was just silence, I was taken aback by his hostile attitude, but was I really? You put this on yourself, now deal with it.

“I am scared, Matt, scared you will break my heart if I let you have it” All the confidence was gone, my voice not more than a whisper. “I’m scared that you only see me as a way to get over your ex. Just a way to spend a two week tropical holiday, because your best friend ended up in an accidental marriage, scared that I was just…. Convenient. I’m scared that I once again fell for a guy that has no interest in me other than I would look good on his arm, or some fun in the sack”

It seemed like a blink of an eye before Matt was right in front of me, his arms wrapped around me “Do you mean that? All of it?”
I nodded, immediately hiding my face to his chest, still not sure if spilling my guts had been my smartest idea. But he wouldn’t let me hide, he put his index finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were kind and filled with happiness.
“You stupid woman. Didn’t you listen at all at what I spilled? Were you so blind? I don’t chase after ‘just fun’, Sara, I can get that everywhere I want, I´m a rockstar, remember?” He smirked at me “I was serious, I want more between us, I don’t know how it will work, but do you ever? I do know I need you in so many more ways than just my bed. But maybe I’m this guy that fell for another girl that only wants me because I’m famous” he winked and then his mouth landed on mine, his arms hugging me even tighter than he already was.

Matt moved us to the bed and laid us down. Us kissing turned into a deep making out, but there was no action to move this any further. Kissing was enough for now, touching, holding on to each other. I was right where I wanted to be, and I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been to not realize it sooner. This was a different Matt, hell, maybe I was a different Sara.

“Let’s catch some sleep before I will tell my friends that I have been lying to them”
I looked at him confused
“I told them that I would never ever fall for a woman again, and look at me now”

My smile went face wide and I settled against his side, my face on his chest, finally back in my favorite sleeping space.

Brian’s POV
Waking up confused me a little, I was in my own bed, but Amy was next to me. Somehow my brain couldn’t make that connection and I was definitely too slow this morning to do all the thinking myself. Damn, did I drink that much yesterday? Couldn’t be that bad, I remembered everything, but my head sure felt a little heavy.

I turned to my side to look at Amy. She looked amazing, sleeping peacefully, a little smile on her face. I wanted to kiss that smile, I wanted to kiss so much more of her. I was way too happy she was in my bed right now. It felt weirdly right to have her here with me, not only in my bed, but in general, she had been so wonderful yesterday. With everyone at Johnny’s and then so beautiful at the beach. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Someone with the wrong ideas would think it means something, something more than just keeping up appearances. It was not. We would pretend for the outside world, and we would have mind blowing sex when we were in private. It was the perfect deal, all gain, no pain. Why the hell was I thinking about making her breakfast in bed now then, huh? It shouldn’t be this weird, and it definitely shouldn’t be this confusing. She was here, she was practically naked… simple conclusion.

I moved a little closer to her and took the sheet of her back, her skin was beautiful, so smooth and white like porcelain. I kissed my way from her shoulders down her spine to the top of her butt. My fingers ghosting over her skin.
“Brian?” Amy’s soft whisper brought my eyes to hers. She was still a little sleepy, but her eyes got a twinkle in them when she met mine. I moved up to kiss her mouth, just a sucking of mouths, a biting of lips. “Goodmorning, Mrs. Haner, who else would I be?” I smirked at her, enjoying the playful back and forth that had been between us from the start.
I moved to her neck, spreading small kisses as I gave her a chance to answer.
“I don’t know… I had this dream about a husband, but I don’t even remember getting married” she giggled as I softly bit her earlobe.
“Well, maybe you should check your ring finger, it’s still very true” I groaned in her ear, as my fingers now wandered down her chest, over her belly to that warm heat, so welcoming to my fingers.

Amy sighed as my fingers thrusted into her slowly “I can feel yours… Your ring… Are you said husband?” I moved my body behind hers, my excitement undeniable by now, poking through the fabric of my boxers “I guess I am, and I can make you feel good, wifey”
“Hmmm” Amy moaned in confirmation as she started moving to meet my fingers. She was so wet and ready for me, and I was so hard “I want you, I want you so bad”

I pulled my boxers down and teased her entrance a few times with the tip of my cock, before slowly slipping in her heat. My warms wrapped around her, my hands on her breasts, giving me a chance to play with her nipples.
“Oh Brian!” Amy moaned loudly as she pushed herself back to me more and more, faster and faster. There was no other way for me than to keep up with her pace. It would be quick and dirty, but lucky for us, we had all day to do this again and again.

As Amy shattered into a thousand pieces, gripping her walls down on my cock, I was close to follow. I still didn’t get how she could get me worked up like this. I was known for my stance, but whenever Amy came even near me, I was the few minute man. Amy moved away from me and turned her face to mine, immediately taking my mouth hostage. When she moved away again, she looked at me with a goofy happy look on her face.
“I can get used to waking up like that” She smiled as she hugged herself to my side.
Apparently me being the few minute man didn’t really matter to her either.

For a little while we just lay there, our arms wrapped around each other, kissing, caressing.

“Brian?” Amy put her chin on my chest and looked closely at my face. She had a devious smile on her face, as if she was keeping a secret.
“Yes?”
“Are you planning to make me your daily work out?”
I moved my body over hers again, taking the sheet with me, still covering most of my body. I was amazed by how fast I was ready to go again.
“Oh, I could definitely make this a permanent morning exercise... doing you”
She giggled as she answered my kiss “Yes, that… hopefully not only in the morning…” See, she was perfect for me.
“And you got your weightlifting covered too” I looked at her puzzled “If you gonna carry me over the threshold every time we enter your house”

Come to think about it… I did carry her over more than once. My fuzzed up brain yesterday must have totally forgotten it.
“I don’t think we should do that again very often.. I mean.. I can’t spoil you too much”
“Hmmm… maybe I should find me a husband that thinks I’m worth the trouble” she shot me a challenging look.
“Oh you!” I playfully pounced on her and attacked her mouth. Within no time our making out had become serious and I was planning to double the exercise, right now. I ground down on her, without really entering and Amy moaned “Again?” she smiled widely.
“Again!” I agreed.

Just as I was about to finally join us again, the door to my bedroom flew open.
“Junior! Goodmorning. I would have brought breakfast, but I left that downstairs in the kitchen, important things first. This seemed like a good a time as any to introduce me to your wife”
In the door stood my worst nightmare, at least, my worst nightmare for now… my father.

“DAD! Get out of my bedroom! Are you crazy?!” I yelled, willing for my father to disappear into thin air.
“Oh Junior, don’t be such a prude, you have nothing I haven’t seen before and Michelle never mind me walking in on you” I felt Amy stiffen below me and I sighed deeply. Michelle was a different story, Michelle had been pretty much crazy, there was this one time…. No! Not doing this now…
“That is just sick dad! Get the fuck out, I do mind, Amy does mind!” I was so ready to punch some sense into him by now and if he didn’t leave soon, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to let him leave in one piece. Amy had reduced to something so small she could completely hide under my body and her face was buried in my chest, not able to look at anything that was going on in this room, and I couldn’t blame her. This must be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me, and yes… that included that time I laid in an elevator with my legs up.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out!!!!” I hissed at him. He shrugged and eventually turned around, closing the door behind him. I rolled of Amy and she immediately put her face in the pillow. “I never been this embarrassed in my life… never… I will never be able to look your father in the eye.”
“That was a total dick move, even from him. I’m going to take his spare key, and hide mine somewhere else, this is never happening again. I’m so sorry, Amy, I really am, that is not okay” I kissed Amy softly and hugged her close “I’m sorry, Amy”
“It’s not your fault”

I gave her one last kiss before I turned to get out of bed, grabbing my boxers of the floor.
“I better get down.” Amy got out of the bed too and started grabbing around for her underwear “I will come with you. Keeping up appearances, even to your dad” She had a brave look on her face, but her eyes told me she was scared shitless. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and I had a feeling this thing between my dad and I could get ugly.

“You know what… I really appreciate you wanting to do this, but maybe it’s better you don’t witness this… I’m not particularly happy with my dad right now and seeing he is completely stubborn and blind for his stupidity… I have a feeling we could have a blow out, before we can get to talking again. So what if you take a long hot shower, or a bath, take some time for yourself and then come down. I will properly introduce you.” Amy looked confused and a little disappointed
“No… Amy… No…” I cupped her face and forced her to look at me “Don’t you worry. This has nothing to do with you… I promise, I would love you to meet my family, I really do, but this is something between my dad and I and something we discuss at least once a month… boundaries…It is not your fault, okay?”

Amy nodded and then let out a little smile “Okay”. I kissed her long and deep one last time before I put on some sweats and a shirt and opened the door
“Maybe you should put on some music” I winked, before making my way down.

I found my dad in the kitchen, completely at ease, making coffee, setting the breakfast bar with plates and the things he brought. He was giving no sign at all of feeling guilty of what he just did and that pissed me off even more.

I sat down on one of the stools and put my hands over my face.
“That was not okay, dad.” He looked at me, his face a combination of hurt and anger, something I didn’t see much with him.
“It was not okay for you to get married without telling me, your mom, or your brother or sister. It was not okay that we had to read through social media. It was not okay that you didn’t pick up your phone when we all called you a thousand times… so yeah… sure… I admit, barging in on you like I did might not have been okay, but it was a reaction to all the ‘not okay’ – stuff that happened before, Junior”

Shit, how did the man do it, put everything back on me? I was mad at him, I had every right to be, and now he made it look like he was the one that was supposed to be angry? I looked at him, the face of the man I knew I would be by the time I was his age, his eyes kind, the twinkle back in them. The way I always knew him.

“Never pull a stunt like that again, okay? I’m not 16 anymore where you can just come in… I have my own home, my privacy, please just… don’t.” I sighed and he shook his head, let’s hope he really understood. I felt the anger seep out of my body, I was too tired of fighting, if it was my dad or my supposed feelings for Amy.

“How did this all happen, Junior?” My dad sat down next to me and looked at me, encouragingly. So I told him everything, about the drunk night, about how we ended up married, about the holiday, about her boss and about all the damn confusion that had been going on and was still going on.

I let my head hang down when I finished the story with how Larry told us to keep up the charade for now.
“Okay, I understand it’s something you wouldn’t have thought of yourself, but I do think he is right. You know how it works, everything will cool down soon enough, then you can get your divorce and you can both can go on with your lives”
“Yeah… on with our lives” I mumbled. The jury still wasn’t out on how I thought about that little fact.

“You don’t want her to leave” it was not a question, it was an observation.
“No… Yes.. I don’t know” I got up and started pacing “I don’t fucking know anymore. I definitely felt something for her on the Bahamas, but I thought that was just the holiday. Then I was mad at her, and it was okay, but then…. Ah fuck… Everything changed. And you should have seen her yesterday, dad, like she had been there my whole life, like she had always been by my side. And I want her all the damn time, and I… Ah fuck, I don’t know!”

My dad chuckled and looked at me straight “I think you do know, Brian, don’t let this slip away because you are… for the first time in your life… unsure. If this is it, it is it”

With that the subject was closed. He went to bake eggs, fill our cups again, and grabbed some more stuff from the fridge for breakfast. I suddenly turned to the stairs, as if I felt her. There she was, all rosy from her bath, a simple dress making her even more beautiful, her bare feet nervously moving through the carpet.

“Is it safe?” she asked with a little smile and all I could do was smile back at her like the first idiot. Damn… I hated when my dad was right.

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