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I think the most sinful thing that I might have done would be to use my illness as an excuse to get closer to Tyler.

The attack was real, there was no faking it.

It was something that I was about to do that made me feel guilty.

I told the doctor I wanted to see Tyler, not my mom and not Archer. Just Ty. She complied with my request without any qualms. It was funny how once you're sick, people around you do anything in their power to give you what you wanted. I fed off that sympathy and pity.

Tyler walked into the room, looking distraught and anxious. His dark hair was rumpled, and those azure eyes were hiding a storm. He regarded me with concern like I was a porcelain doll that would break with the slightest of touch.

I raised my hand out towards him in invitation and he took it silently and lowered down in the chair that stood next to my bed.

"At least I'm not dead." I made an attempt to joke even though it was lame.

The silent Tyler scared me more than the raunchy, sly mouthed one did. This boy here seemed like he'd been to hell and back and I took a little bit of pleasure knowing it was because of me.

I knew that was a very twisted way of thinking, but I couldn't help it. I was using illness to gain Tyler's affections. How very pitiful of me.

"I wouldn't dare joke about this, Vicky." He said grimly, nailing me with a serious stare.

I pressed his hand as tears welled up in my eyes, "I'm so glad you're here with me."

"Did this happen because of what I did?" He asked out of the blue, "Was it because I sucked your tits too hard?"

Despite myself, I laughed through the tears because of how forthright he was being. I shook my head, "No, it wasn't that. I was upset about my parents and thinking of them separating. That distressed me."

He nodded in understanding. "Okay."

The good thing about Tyler, he never tried to give you false reassurance that "everything will be alright" or some other bollocks like that. He was selfish, but he was also honest with me. He knew my parents were having problems; in fact, he knew it for a long time and had warned me when he'd spotted my dad with his secretary Terrie at a restaurant. And when he tried to tell me about it, I'd told him he was wrong and that it was a misunderstanding.

I wish I'd listened to him then.

"You scared me to death." He whispered.

"I'm sorry."

Seconds ticked by with neither of saying a word and just staring at each other.

"Tyler..."

"Vicky..."

We talked at once and then I was smiling again. "You go first."

"No, ladies first," He insisted with a heart-warming smile of his own.

"Just wanted to say that I really really liked what you did to me back at the party." Heat warmed my cheeks as I met his curious gaze.

You could never tell what he was thinking so I was always at a disadvantage. On the contrary, he had no problem guessing my intentions.

"I would love to do it again, Vicky if you allow me but we can't keep doing that and continue the farce of remaining friends."

Will the doctors have a problem if I start jumping on the bed out of excitement?

"Yeah," I managed to croak.

His blue eyes narrowed at me, "I've never been in a relationship before."

"Neither have I," I admitted.

"What is your pet peeve?"

"I can't have you kissing other girls, or two-timing me."

Tyler grinned, "You don't have to worry about that."

"What about you?"

"Well, I wouldn't want you cheating on me either."

"Fair enough," I agreed.

"There are a few more ground rules, Vicky, but you still seem ill and the doctor warned me against talking for long so we'll have to talk when you get back from the hospital."

I turned his hand around and traced circles on his palm. His hand was large and mine really smaller in comparison. "Just to put it out there, I may not be like other normal girls because of my condition...but I would still..."

He cupped my face in his hands, looking straight at me. "You're normal and you're perfect for me. That's what matters."

I inhaled his familiar scent.

"Vicky, I warned you away from me for a reason. If this doesn't work out, if I fuck up, it's going to ruin our friendship."

"I won't let that happen."

He gave out a laugh. "You seem so sure."

I interlocked our fingers together, "I'm not a demanding girlfriend. We'll be fine."

He ruffled my hair, climbing to his feet. "I have to talk to Archer, and see if he's cool about it."

"And what if he isn't?" I asked.

"Then we'll tell him to fuck off."

I laughed, "Then why bother asking him?"

"Because he's my best friend you know."

I was hospitalized for an entire day before I was discharged. Tyler wanted to stay the night with me but I didn't allow him. He woke up early for hockey practice and I couldn't let him sleep in the room in an uncomfortable position so I sent him back to the mansion.

The next day, he came to visit me again soon after school and handed me a packet of peanut m&m's that I loved so much and a large red rose that he claimed to have picked from their mansion garden. He was being so sweet that he'd even gotten me notes that I'd missed from school that day.

According to the doctor, I still needed to take some rest so I'd been told to stay home for at least another day. The entire school was probably having a field day with all the gossip. Something like; 'Did you hear about Victoria? She had an episode again.' 'What a pity.' 'I heard she almost died.'

I looked at the wall clock. The time was a little after midnight. I had a few hours until I had to wake up and get ready. I couldn't wait to go to school and get analyzed in a microscope like a rare specimen. Despite all the distress I had about what people were going to talk about in the hallways tomorrow, my thoughts kept shifting towards Tyler. He was a good distraction.

We were officially in a relationship. I had to constantly check my Facebook to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My status literally read 'In a relationship with Tyler Lockhart'

My heart was doing cartwheels across this room, I was so happy; I didn't think I could be happier than this. I rarely ever paid attention to my parents' fighting now.

I wasn't able to sleep that night thinking of the next day because I wasn't the sick cheerleader twin of Archer Lane, but now, I could also be the girlfriend of Tyler Lockhart who was also prom king, the most popular and richest guy in school, the captain of the hockey team. In all seriousness, I didn't really care about his money or the popular title that came with it. I'd always wanted Tyler for what he was, a rare gem in an ocean of diamonds.

I'd just taken my medications under my mom's supervision earlier and was going to bed when I heard a tap on the window. Startled, I glanced at the curtains. Thinking that it was a tree branch I ignored it until I heard the tapping sound again.

Now, I was truly scared. Slowly I climbed out of bed, fastened the knot around my thin nightgown and walked towards the window. I pulled the curtain open and almost screamed when I saw a huge man standing on the roof of the first story.

When I realized who that was, I opened the window and let him inside the bedroom. "You did not just climb from the tree!"

Tyler stepped into the room and I shrank back. The height difference was almost laughable. "As a matter of fact, I just did." He smiled in triumph.

I looked down and the drop down below was scary. One wrong move or the slip of his hand could have landed him in the hospital with a few broken bones.

"You could have texted me and I would have come down to meet you."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye, "Where's the thrill in that?"

The room was dark and the only light that entered the room was from the window. It illuminated and the side of his face looked haunting in the silver moonlight. I gasped in surprise when he placed his hands on either side of my waist and pulled me taut against him. I put my arms around his broad shoulders, relishing the feel of him. He smelled of expensive cologne mixed with the scent of his sweat. I felt his warm lips nibble my neck and in a smooth husky voice, he whispered in my ear, "I had to practically force myself through entire day at school. I missed seeing you there, Vicky. It's just not the same without you."

I couldn't help but giggle, "Are you trying to flatter me?"

His teeth bit into my earlobe.

"Hmm, this feels so nice," I said, closing my eyes and loving the feel of his hard back muscles against my fingers.

He pulled back just a little and his lips lowered down on mine and since I was so desperate to taste him, I parted my mouth which is when his tongue sank deeply inside. Tyler was a skilled kisser for someone who didn't have much experience in that field. Then again, he was a Lockhart; they mostly excelled in everything. One of his hand held me by the waist, the other grasped my jaw in place. My heart floated above when I heard him groan. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I went up on my tiptoes to have better access to his mouth, and he took that as a hint, his hands went down to cup my ass in a possessive grip and he picked me up with ease.

He was the first to break the kiss, "Don't want you to land up in the hospital again." He said breathlessly.

"I won't," I said, out of breath.

"I've been aching so much for you, baby." He rasped.

We tumbled onto my bed with me on my back and him on top of me. He hovered above and I couldn't really see much in the dark but I could still make out his expressions.

"Tell me to fuck off. It's not too late." He warned.

I shook my head. "I would never."

He touched my face and then his long fingers moved to my breasts and he squeezed them a little too aggressively showcasing what I assumed was a claim and I was so over my head, I couldn't care less what he was doing. His hand moved down to my center and he rubbed it through the fabric. "Are you soaking for me, Vicky?"

"I...I..."

"Do you always wear these see-through gowns when you're at home?" he asked.

"Only at night," I answered. With the way Ty's lips were moving against my skin, I would have confessed to a grizzly murder that I hadn't even committed, or even a bank robbery.

He caught the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head. Next, he peeled off my underwear, leaving me completely naked and at his mercy. It was a good thing there was darkness in the room or else I would have died out of mortification.

I felt his hands nudge my legs apart and his fingers moving against my core. I thought I would die with the way his fingers caressed my folds and I'd reached the kind of heaven I didn't want to come down from.

One long finger entered me which felt strange because I'd never experienced before. He worked a second finger inside and moved them in and out. "I wanted to eat your pussy, Vicky, but I guess that'll have to wait."

"Tyler...Tyler..."

His mouth covered mine to drown my cries and it worked well.

When it was over, I looked up at him as he licked his fingers clean.

He was batshit crazy, and his expressions kind of scared me. Something had changed, but I couldn't tell what.

I touched his jeans front because he had made me feel really good and I wanted him to feel the same but he placed his hand over mine and removed it. "Not now."

"Why not?" I asked. "I let you touch me. I want to touch you too."

"If you touch me there, I won't be able to stop. Let's do it some other day okay?" He kissed my cheek.

He took off his shirt and lay down on bed beside me, pulling me against him. I buried my face in his chest and I knew that there was no turning back after this.

I wanted to stay this way forever.