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He reached the
bottom of his t-shirt that I was wearing and slipped his hand
underneath , running his hand up my thigh
and touching my hip. His fingers traced along the material of my
thong, so that his hand was on my ass. My skin seemed to be burning
wherever he touched me.
    It was at
that point that I snapped back into myself. This is way too fast. I
pulled my head back and put my hand on top of his to stop him from
moving it any further up my top.
    “ Oh
s orry. Too fast, right?” he asked,
looking a little guilty. I nodded, trying to get my breath back and
calm my body down. “That’s OK, Angel. Let’s just get some sleep
then,” he suggested, with a huge smile. He moved away from me
slightly and laid on his back, pulling me tightly to his
side.
    I put my head
on his chest and slung my leg over his and my arm across his waist;
he reached down and took hold of my hand ,
intertwining out fingers. His lips grazed the top of my head and I
closed my eyes, feeling happier than I had done for a long time.
Just before I fell asleep I had a horrible feeling that this was a
mistake that I would end up paying for tomorrow. I mean, I’d just
made out with my brother’s best friend, who is a total man-whore,
and who only cares about himself.
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    I woke in the morning with a pounding headache. My
cellphone was ringing somewhere nearby. I stretched out my hand to
get it, but I couldn’t reach. I stretched a little further and
managed to knock it onto the bed so I could answer it.
    “ Hello?” I
yawn ed.
    “ Amber! Where
the hell are you? We’re supposed to be practicing,” an angry male
voice shouted. I winced away from the sound and tried to get
up , but Liam was near enough laying on
top of me. He was pinning me on my stomach, his arm and leg thrown
over me, and he was using my back as a pillow. It was actually
surprisingly comfortable.
    “ Justin?” I
croaked, looking at my alarm clock, but the numbers were all
blurry, I couldn’t make it out. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened
them to see that the time was now 8:42 a.m.
    Shit!
    “ Yeah. Who
the hell else do you think it’s going be? You were supposed to be
here at eight thirty, Amber. Are you coming or what?” he asked,
clearly annoyed.
    “ Um , yeah, I’m on my
way.”
    Liam groaned.
“Tell him it’s Saturday and I’m tired, Angel,” he moaned into my
back, making me giggle.
    “ Listen , Amber, kick that hot
piece off ass out of your bed and get over here! We have a new
routine, and you need to learn it,” Justin said, sounding amused
now, he’d obviously heard Liam. Justin was the only person that
knew that Liam stayed with me, he didn’t know the whole story as to
why, but he knew that he did.
    Liam drove me
to my danc e practice every Saturday,
hung-over or not. His two stipulations were that I buy lunch, and
not tell my brother. Both of which were fine with me. Jake knew I
danced but he had never actually seen me do it, I had a feeling he
wouldn’t like it too much if he did. Liam and Justin got on really
well, which actually really surprised me at first, because I
wouldn’t have thought that a macho ice hockey player could be
friends with an openly gay guy who likes to wear something pink
every day. Shows how much I know.
    “ I’ll be
there in a bit and I’ll bring doughnuts to apologise, OK?” I offered sweetly. I didn’t want him
annoyed with me all morning; he would work me twice as
hard.
    He sighed.
“Fine, just hurry up.”
    I wriggled a
little and pushed my cellphone back onto
the side. “Liam, Justin said I need to kick your hot ass out of my
bed and get there, fast. ” I chuckled.
    He groaned
and buried his face into my back . “Damn
Saturdays are a pain in my ass,” he muttered, rolling off of me
onto his back. I turned my head to look at him; he was giving me
his trademark smirk. “Your t-shirt’s ridden up a bit there. Want me
to get that for you?” he asked, looking down at my backside.