Ariya

"So, I'm glad we're doing this." William sighed.

"Me too."

As Long as nothing ever happens between Khyson and I again I could be loyal to William. I just felt like a terrible girlfriend.

"So, where's Rylan?" He asked, looking around the apartment.

"He's having a sleepover with Kameron and Amara." I smiled lowly while taking a sip of my wine. He nodded while spooning his food.

"I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie or something, after we eat of course." He smiled. I nodded while covering my mouth with my hand indicating the food in my mouth.

Our evening was quiet.

"I ordered your extra inhalers for Rylan yesterday, they should be coming in, in a day or two." With William being in the medical field he had.. specific perks.

"Thanks, I'll get you the money t-"

"No, there's no need to-"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah."

The silence suddenly engulfed us and the air became awkward. Things were never awkward between us. We were Ariya and Khy-William! Willam.

"So, what did Khyson do two nights ago that suddenly helped you." He joked.

"He just.."

Fucked me senseless.

"Talked, we talked. Nothing too interesting."

"How exactly do you know him?"

Well there was no use in lying here.

"We met in fourth grade, he was my best friend up until twelfth grade. We got each other through a lot of stuff.. like when his parents died, when my dad ran off we were.. there for each other." I focussed my gaze on my meal as he drank in my words.

"That's nice."

"Yeah, he was my best friend." My words were soft and lingered in the air.

"We should all have dinner some time, maybe he could tell me some of your embarrassing childhood stories."

That was a terrible idea, having two people who've had their dicks inside me at the same table. No, I say absolutely not. Wait that sounded wrong, you know what I mean.

"So, how's the food?"

"You're definitely getting better."

No he wasn't, it was terrible.

"Thanks, I really put a lot of work into the sauce." He nodded with an innocent smile.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." I blurted out in a sudden mood.

"What?" He was taken completely aback.

"For what I said.. what I assumed." I coughed.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have pressed you for details you obviously didn't want to talk about it."

"Yeah."

Both of our plates empty as he reached forward to grab them.

William was tall, not as tall as Khyson but still tall. He walked into the kitchen and placed our dishes in the sink.

"I'll do them, go get comfortable on the couch." I softly pulled the chair out and walked over to the couch, laying with my feet under me and the blanket over me.

I felt the spot where my tattoo laid, right underneath my breast.

Where Khyson had kissed just a couple days ago.

"Babe?" I heard William call.

"Yeah?" He snapped me from my thoughts.

"Pick a Movie yet?" His voice was soft and supple, making me smile.

"Yeah."

I felt him manoeuvre himself under the covers beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist, tucking his chin into my shoulder.

"This is a good one." He mumbled while running his fingers over my stomach. I smiled while tilting my head to rest a top his own.

"Yeah." I chuckled lowly.

The movie began as he started to pepper light kisses against my neck. I shuffled around a bit before he sucked down on the skin.

My body began to react to his touch, making me clench my toes against the couch.

He placed a smirk on my skin and I leaned back.

I wrapped my feet around his back, trying to rid the thoughts of Khyson. He ran his hands down my sides before unbuttoning the material of my jeans.

I reached forward and tugged his jeans down.

William only had one tattoo, it was his mothers name on his wrist. She wasn't dead or anything, he was always just closer to her, and after I had found out what his father was like I understood now.

He reached into his pocket before pulling out a condom, I tugged his boxers down with a smirk as he lifted my shirt off my body, unclipping my bra.

I rose my arms and let him pull it off. He harshly pressed his lips against mine, pushing his tongue past my lips.

I felt his hand toy at my underwear, tightening the knot forming in my stomach. I watched him tease my clit with his fingers before moving them up to brush across my lips. Until he shoved in with no warning, making me moan out his name as my voice echoed off the walls.

He moved his lips up and kissed the tattoo that laid right under my breast.

I stared forward as my mind flickered the scene of Khyson doing the same act just over two days ago. His hands against my skin, the way his voice caressed my ears in a way that made me weak at the knees. His eyes drinking in the sight of my body every time he saw me.

Until I realized I couldn't do this. I couldn't have sex with William as he kissed the tattoo that Khyson and I had both gotten together.

"Stop, please just stop." I placed my trembling hands on his sweaty chest, feeling his cock slide out of me. My skin burned, I was disgusted.

"Ariya?" He questioned while getting off of me.

"Please just, get off.. please." I begged, feeling the tears streaming down my cheeks. I sat up while hugging my knees to my chest.

I watched him place his clothes back on before passing me my clothes.

"I'm sorry, I'm jus-im sorry William." I sobbed. I was too shaken to even reach out to grasp my clothes before I dropped my head into my knees.

"Ariya, I-what is it-did I do something?" He asked.

"No-I'm sorry-I-" I gasped.

But before I could utter another stutter he engulfed me with his warm arms.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." He whispered.

I never really broke down to William, after Christmas he'd seem to be seeing a whole lot of that. His warm hands rubbed up and down my arms.

"Breathe." He repeated.

I gasped into his shirt and shoved my face into his chest. Our bodies fell back onto the back of the couch, me in his arms with my bent legs touching the front of his.

I had suddenly felt so comfortable with him, not that I didn't before I just, it felt as if he cared more. It touched me in ways I hadn't know were possible. Not because he felt like a comforting boyfriend, but because he felt like a comforting friend. A friend who wanted their friend to fell better, a friend and nothing more.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed.

I'm so sorry, William.