Dreamland pulls further away from me as I eyes fight the urge to open. I feel the hot beaming sun attack my shut eyelids. I groan as I hear a faint knock on the door. Kyle's bed is way to comfortable for me to get up and answer the door.

"Come in," I groan, pulling the sheets up to my neck and curling up into a tight warm ball.

My eyes are heavy even though Dreamland's disappeared for good now and sleep has alienated itself from me. Has the person entered or have they gone. Fuck! I can't be bothered to turn my head to the door and check. The hungry bed swallows me up as a heavy presence dips the side of the bed behind me down. It must me Tasha. Bless her heart. I keep my eyes shut as my memory slowly gets dragged back into my wishful sleep. A warm hand is placed over my forehead then their fingers start to lightly brush the hair away from my face. I softly moan with a sleepy smile on my face as the skillful motion ushers me closer to a more pleasurable sleep.

"That feels so good," I find myself letting those four little words escape my lips. The other hand runs up and down my arm, sending chills to my nape then down my spine. Only one person is able to make me feel like this.

"Well some things never change," the husky coarse voice breathes down my neck then softly plants a warm wet kiss on it, letting his lips dance around the soft spot. My eyes fly open at that very familiar voice...No way! It can't be! Please let my conscience be right!

I quickly sit upright on the bed and turn to face the mysterious boy breathing down my neck and making me moan this early in this morning. The bright sun beams off his gorgeous clear skin, now lightly tanned. His crystal wolf eyes overpowering every feature on his face and his lips stretched up into a sexy infamous smirk. My heart automatically melts in desperate desire and my throat dries up. "Baby?" My voice is barely a whisper the small sneaky tears start to drip down my cheeks.

He holds out his arms then cocks his head to the side. "All flesh and blood, princess." My face cracks into a smile as I don't hesitate to leap at him and wrap my arms around his neck. The tears flood my face as I inhale is very-much-missed scent and feel the warmth hidden underneath his comforting body. This is what has been missing. This is what I needed all along. As his arms attract around my lonely waist and his nose nuzzle my neck then my hair, everything vanishes and its just me and my baby Kyle. He holds me out t arm's length and gazes at me. "Aww don't cry Sash." It sounds so good when he abbreviates my name.

"I missed you so much," I softly sob before I bring my lips to his and twirl my tongue around with his. Oh! How I've missed this. I arch over him as he lays flat on the bed with his hands secured around my waist and my hands cradling the sides of his face. "But you're not supposed to be back for another month," I breathe in between kisses,nuzzling my soar punished-enough-from-tears nose against his.

"I wasn't going to risk anything happening to you again. I'm supposed to protect you," he murmurs, releasing his grasp from around my hips and using his thumb to wipe my tears then lightly brush my bottom lip.

"I don't need protecting," I whisper, trying desperately hard to get him to kiss me again. I just want the taste that he's lips are allowing.

"Don't try push me away, Sash. You need me," he exhales, gently and slowly rubbing his lips against my ready-to-be-kissed ones.

I don't argue back, instead I let my hands get lost in his hair which is a bit longer than when he left. Now it flops over his eyes if he doesn't push it into place. He brings my closer to his body so I can feel how desperately he wants me. Among all of the dizziness, I cling onto him like a life line, something inside me changes, never to be reversed again. This is how it feels to miss someone. His lips twist and curl around mine as he deepens the kiss with his breathtaking skillful tongue. This new feeling could be duelled upon later, because, for now, I'm content to feel his breath come and go with mine.

"Let's get you home then we can catch up, baby," he whispers as he pulls away, leaving me breathless and pleading for more. I nod in agreement before I bring my hand up to his face and lightly caress his strong jawline with the back of my fingers. "Sasha, you're acting like we haven't seen each other for a lifetime," he laughs as he pushes himself off the bed and gazes at me with interest. Leaving my hand in mid air and crossed legged on the bed. "What is it with you and my t-shirts?" He laughs as he runs his fingers through my hair. Yes! That's the motion I was waiting for!

"They're very comfortable," I shyly reply. "Nice tan," I tease as I hop off the bed then grab my bag from under the bed then throw it on the bed.

"Wow you came packing. Literally," he jokes, with his hands on his hips and his gaze on me the whole time.

"I didn't know how long I would be here," I softly whisper as I slide the t-shirt over my head to reveal my new wide hipped, big thighs, huge breasts, no longer flat stomach body to Kyle for the first time in a month and a bit.

I feel my cheeks blush scarlet as I quickly take out my denim mini skirt and my stripped vet top. I glance at him through my lashes and he has that smirk on his face again as his back is against the wall and he has one foot back against the wall for support. His arms are crossed over each other as his eyes dance with merriment at the sight of me. "Don't say a word," I hiss even though his staring was doing all the talking.

"I like this new body. Its sultry. Its sexy. Its very attractive." He makes every word twirl around his mouth then roll off the tip of his tongue.

I ignore his comment even though my goddess is dancing around inside me. I quickly slide my vest over my head then stretch it over my breasts. Followed rapidly by the mini skirt which refuses to zip all the way up after a couple of attempts. This is embarrassing. Kyle just watching me having a brawl with some material. I finally manage to zip it all the way up and I'm clearly out of breath after that long struggling process. I put my hair up into a high ponytail, slip on my boots the hang the bag from my shoulder.

"I'll take that," Kyle quickly insists as he pushes himself off the wall then comes to my rescue because this bag is pretty heavy. He takes the bag from my shoulder and carries it in his hand. "What do you have in here? Dead bodies?" He nervously laughs as he gestures for me to lead the way out. I laugh at his childish sense of humour then head for the door. I feel the tight skirt strain against my thighs as I find it harder and harder to elongate my steps.

"Damn, girl is that skirt supposed to be that short?" He questions me with his erected eyebrow.

I peer over my shoulder and down at my denim short, pushing my heel from the floor and sticking my booty out to get a better long. I suppose it is pretty short. "Most of my clothes have gone pretty small," I murmur as I smooth the back of the denim skirt down then rest my heels back on the floor.

"I'll take you shopping as soon as we get home."

"I can buy my own clothes, thank you very much."

"That's very funny because you have time for new lacy lingerie but no time for a skirt that actually covers your fat ass."

I gasp at his statement. Oh my! He noticed my new lingerie. He runs his tongue across his top lip before he winks at me. Shit! Don't make me wet, Kyle! Not now at least. I rapidly drop my eyes away from his to prevent any unwanted liquid to start soaking up my panties. I scurry out the room before the sexual temptation can fully consume my always-betraying-me-slave-to-sex body.

"I love it when you try to resist me," he softly teases as we make our way down the stairs.

"Its not resisting. Its called not getting turned on," I bitterly lie through my teeth.

As I take tiny steps down the stairs, I feel his electrifying presence hover behind me, synchronising his stepping movements with mine. "Let's hope that's the same thing you're saying when we get home," he seductively exhales down my ear-letting every breath tingle my sex buds.

I run my fingers through my hair to distract myself from any erotic thoughts then bump into Jacob at the bottom of the stairs. He's sweaty and his face radiates a hot scarlet color. He has his earphones in and a towel around his neck. He's definitely been out for a run and damn he looks so juicy. A pin hairband pushes his blond locks away from his face and his eyes burn with fire and determination. He glares at me before he continues his walk towards the kitchen with his gray Nike tracksuit bottoms and a tight white vest which sculptures out his amazingly sexy abs.

"Well if it isn't the stupid brother who almost got my girlfriend killed," Kyle hisses. Jacob takes out the jug of Kool Aid from the fridge, places a glass cup on the counter and eagerly fills up his glass.

"You need to teach your girlfriend not be so stubborn when people are trying to help her," Jacob sourly replies as he holds the glass up to his lips and stares at me with his intimidating Emerald penetrators. He deliberately makes his tone sharp and spiteful. I raise my eyebrows at his comment and I feel the urge to retaliate but I don't want all hell to break loose.

"Ooh...I don't think its very smart to make remarks about my girlfriend, Jake," Kyle threatens him. But for the first time, Jacob doesn't look alarmed or scared.

"Truth hurts...Right, Sasha?" He yells before he gulps down the rest of his drink then slams the glass back down on the counter so hard, that for a minute I thought it might smash to pieces.

Why is he being so rude to me? What did I do to him? If only I could get into his head. I feel Kyle tense up against me and his body starts to heat up radically.

"Say another word about Sasha, and I swear I'm going to slam your face against the floor and make you bleed," Kyle snarls as he clenches his fist and flexes his biceps under his Polo shirt.

"You don't scare me, bro." Jacob hisses back as he runs his fingers through his hair then shifts daring looks across both me and Kyle.

Kyle inhales sharply before he attempts to make a move for Jacob, but I quickly hold out arm which hits off his tensed chest to make him stop. "Don't. Its not worth it," I whisper to Kyle as his wolf eyes transform to a roaring fire ready to erupt and burst. He creases his eyebrows at me then turns back to Jacob.

"Count your blessings, Jake. Cos you just got lucky."

Jacob tilts his head to the side and pulls a fake small of enthusiasm. I don't like this new sarcastic Jacob. Why has he literally changed overnight? Both him and Kyle exchange glances and I know there's nothing for me to do now. Kyle tugs me by my arm like a kid and drags me out the house. Jacob stares at me with his intense cold eyes, piercing through my soul and twists around my pounding heart.

"What's biting his tail?" Kyle questions me as I shut the front door behind me and make my way down the stairs.

"Well believe it or not but you are pretty harsh to him." Dammit! Why do I feel so unfaithful and guilty! We never kissed-end off!

"Me? Harsh? He almost got you killed!" Kyle yells, opening up his car boot and throwing my bag inside.

I knot my eyebrows at this action. "Why don't you just put my bag in the back seat?" I ask him, swerving off track.

He taps his finger against the back window of his Audi, signalling for me to peer in. I take a good look in and see Tasha spread across the back seat, sleeping with a blanket over her tiny self. My heart melts at the sight of her and to think it was Kyle who carried her in. My hero. "She didn't want to wake up," he softly chuckles as he strolls to the other side.

I rest my elbows on the hood of his car and gaze at my beautiful boyfriend looking dainty and spectacular. He gives me a quick two-time glance then screws his eyebrows at me in confusion. "What?"

"Nothing. There's just something really different about you. Good different," I reply, resting my cheek on my palm and letting myself get lost in his hypnotic wolf glare.

"Well that's very sweet of you to say," he smiles blushing a faint glow of scarlet. "Now stop leaning on my car before I fuck you on top of it," he threatens me with a huge grin on his face. I blink my eyes at him and quickly push my body away from his expensive car. " Good decision," he softly exhales as he swings his door open.

"Oh shit! I left my phone in your room!" I sigh as I slap my forehead with the palm of my hand.

"For real? This is becoming a habit for you, Sash."

I innocently shrug, feeling like a shy little girl in the 8th grade kissing her very first boyfriend. "Let me go and get it for you," he suggests.

The last thing I need is Jacob and Kyle in the same house together! "No! I'll only be two minutes."

He runs his hand through his hair then sharply exhales. "Fine. But don't take too long. I want you all to myself. No sharing from now on." I smile at his possessive behaviour as he throws me the keys and I quickly make my way back to the house.

I enter the house and downstairs is completely empty. Jacob must be having a shower. I head for Kyle's room, and begin the search for my cell phone. I check the bed, the desks, until I finally spot it on the floor beside the bed. "I got you bitch!" I snarl as I hold the phone up then quickly shove it down my back pocket. I rush down the stairs when my worst nightmare comes true. I bump into Jacob completely naked only with a towel wrapped around his hips. My body responds immaculately for all the wrong reason and soon after my breathing joins in, in the 'tortue Sasha's humanity' game and they both play against my will. I drop my eyes downs as the silence starts to kill from the inside out. If I don't say something then things will be awfully awkward for the both of us, for who knows how long.

"Look about last night..." I start, finally finding the courage to peer up at him through my lashes then quickly drop my eyes again when his dominant glare makes me feel weak and defenseless.

Be strong, Sasha. Nothing happened and nothing ever will..."We should of never got that close. It was a mistake and it was never meant to happen," I blurt out so quick I would of been surprised if he would of gotten a word out. I crease my eyebrows together as the silence creeps up under my viens and makes my whole body temperature decrease to a cold frozen ice.

"It wasn't a mistake," he whispers. I let out a small gasp of disbelief but keep my eyes glued to the floor below me. Has this boy lost his mind?

I feel his fingers tilt my chin up, making me gaze into his enchanting eyes. "You felt it too, Sash. I know you did." My lips part a little but nothing comes out.

I didn't feel a spark-I just felt the urge to kiss you. The temptation was not good and how I regret it way more than I have to. I slap his hand away from my chin and attempt to weave past him but he mirrors my actions and blocks my way. "There is a spark here, Sasha. I know you can feel it. You're just too scared to admit it," he breathes as his penetrating stare dives straight through me and captures my heart in a warm embrace.

Please don't make me feel like this Jacob! Please don't! Anything but this.

"I d-don't know w-what you're talking about...we're just friends," I croak unable to make my own voice audible. He runs both his hands through his hair then sighs in frustration. He grabs me by my shoulders then drags me towards him. And before I know it, he's lips are massaging against mine.

My eyes silently shut as he pirouettes his tongue around mine then slides his hands to the side of my face. His kiss is filled with passion and love unlike Kyle's which is bursting with fireworks, lust, sex and ecstasy. My hands find the magnet onto his hard chest as his lips continue to pamper mine. The hands of time seemed to have stopped in our presence. His lips are so soft and urgent on mine, trying to express all that he feels for me. I can feel his heart beating hard and fast against my chest. A kiss so passionate and yet so innocent. He briskly tears away from me then stares straight through me, rather than straight at me. "Totally...Just friends right?" His sarcastic tone speaks for itself.

I bulge my eyes at him then watch as he leaves me in the hallway on my own and he makes his way up the stairs. I graze my fingers along my sinful lips and listen to the sound of guilt tearing my heart up into disgusting shreds of dishonesty and forbidden temptation. The tears start to trickle down my cheeks as I'm still frozen in my trance of guilty conscience. I've just passionately kissed my boyfriend's brother and I didn't even pull away. Someone kill me now!