What Happens Under The Sun

Two days later, I was at my apartment and Derek and I were making dinner. Or at least we had been. We'd given up halfway through and retired to my bedroom. Jessica and Jordan were out so we decided that they could bring back takeout when they came.

Derek and I were on my bed, talking about nothing in particular.

''I actually have two brothers and a sister, she's the youngest.'' Derek told me.

''I bet she didn't have too many boyfriends.'' I laughed.

''We only ever beat up one of them, it was like a warning to the other ones.'' He said like it was nothing.

''Yea, 'date my sister and have your knee caps broken'.'' I said and he laughed.

''What about you, no older brothers I should be afraid of?'' he asked.

''No brothers, but you should keep an eye on my dad, he knows a guy who knows a guy who could kill you with his thumb.'' I said and he laughed again.

''It's always just been me though, well me and Jessica. We may as well be sisters, we grew up together and she's lived with us since she was like twelve.'' I added.

''I wish I had a friend like that, so close that they're like family, but they're not really so you're allowed to hate them too.'' Derek said.

''Yea. I trust Jessica more than I could ever trust any guy. Friends are forever and boys are whatever, just so you know.'' I teased.

''So your boyfriends are always going to be second to your best friend?''

''Of course, and that's the way it should be. Why on earth would I ever pick a guy over my best friend?''

''Maybe because he's a really good kisser.'' Derek said, his voice taking on that playfully seductive tone.

He leaned in and pressed his lips gently against mine.

''I don't know, Jessica's a pretty good kisser.'' I murmured against his lips.

He pulled away, giving me a surprised yet questioning look.

''Kidding.'' I rolled my eyes playfully and leaned back towards him.

I pressed my lips against his. He had the softest lips, and they were so perfectly shaped.

Derek put one hand on the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss. His free hand ran slowly up the side of my thigh. Both of my hands slid up his torso, over his defined chest and to his shoulders.

Without knowing I was doing it, I pulled Derek towards me as I laid back on the bed so that he was lying on top of me.

He started to kiss my neck and a new rush of feelings washed through me. I was happy, I was confused, I was turned on, but mostly, I was lost in the sensation of Derek's lips on my skin.

He followed the collar of my shirt across my collarbone and up the other side of my neck. When his lips reattached to mine, there was more fire than I had ever felt from him, more passion.

I could feel one of Derek's hands inching its way to the bottom of my shirt. He tentatively brushed a few fingers over the little bit of skin that was exposed where my shirt had ridden up.

When I didn't protest –and when I say protest I mean break every one of his fingers- his hand moved further up my shirt, staying cautiously on my side. It was actually sort of annoying.

If it was Tom who was lying on top of me, my shirt would be long gone be now -as would his- and he'd be starting on my pants. And he wouldn't be staying so damn long on my lips. Some kissing was nice, but the feelings induced by the kissing and biting of other places was quite a rush.

Tom was all action without stopping to let either of us catch our breath until we were finished. Derek on the other hand seemed to be taking longer than the second coming. I understood that he was probably taking so long because A) he didn't want me to freak out on him for rushing me, and B) we weren't an official couple. Derek and I had been on dates but he wasn't officially my boyfriend, at least, not from where I was standing.

His hand got higher, actually making it to my bra this time. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him to hurry it up, but that wouldn't have been very polite.

If Tom were here he would have- Ah! What was I doing? I was doing it again. I had allowed myself a little comparison between them before, but now I was pretty much wishing it was Tom on top of me.

Derek was a good kisser with soft lips and making out with him was new an exciting. But the sad, sad truth was that I did wish it was Tom on top of me now. Tom was familiar, I knew what made him tick and he knew how to make me scream, but Derek was new and foreign to me. I didn't know what he liked and it was apparent he had no clue what I liked.

At that realization, my arms fell from Derek's shoulders and I stopped kissing back. Derek's hand immediately shot out from under my shirt and he pulled away.

''I'm sorry.'' He apologized quickly.

''No, it's not you.'' I told him. ''I just…can't do this.'' With you.

''Oh.'' He replied flatly.

''I'm sorry.'' I apologized.

I got out of my bed and Derek looked at me as if to ask where I was going.

''I just have to go clear my head. I'm going for a walk, I'll be back later.'' I told him, grabbing my jacket.

''Sorry.'' I said again as I left.

I left the apartment, and then my building and started to walk down the street, but I had absolutely no intention of actually walking. I flagged down a cab and got in.

I gave him Tom's address and we started to drive.