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time?" he asked softly, tracing a line down my cheek. "That was your first time?"
     
    I shrugged. "Can we not make a huge deal out of this?" I asked him. "Yes. You were my first. No, I'm not upset. Yes, I'm fine. I'm more than fine, actually." I leaned forward and kissed him softly. He returned it, which made me realize he wasn't mad or upset.
     
    "Well I'm honored," Seth told me.
     
    I smiled and laced our fingers together. "You should be." Then I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. "Up for seconds?"
     
    When I finally left hours later, it was only because my brother would be home soon from work and there was no way in hell that I wanted him to catch me naked in his best friend's bed.
     
    It took everything in me to leave Seth that night and I was extremely preoccupied with my thoughts as I got dressed.
     
    If I only would have paid more attention while I was putting my clothes on.
     
    Then I wouldn't have stupidly forgotten my panties on Seth's floor.
     
    six.
     
    Checking my phone for the billionth time that day, I tried my best not to sigh and draw attention to myself. All day at work, I'd hoped that Seth would text or call me, but so far, I hadn't heard a single word. I didn't want to turn into the clingy type, especially since I knew that I wasn't officially his girlfriend, but I couldn't help it.
     
    The night before, I'd thrown all caution to the wind and slept with Seth and today, he was silent like some terrible teen film.
     
    Needless to say, when Sarah had called that afternoon asking if I wanted to go to the bar with her, I'd jumped at the opportunity. Maybe I'd get good and drunk and spill everything to my best friend. By that point, would that really have been such a bad idea?
     
    I got home from work around four and took a quick shower before getting ready to go out. Not caring too much about how I looked, I threw on a pair of worn jeans and a comfy tee shirt. Sarah picked me up a few minutes later.
     
    Which brings us to the bar and the checking for texts every five seconds.
     
    Sarah, from the moment that I'd picked her up, had seemed preoccupied, but happy nonetheless. Knowing my best friend, I figured she'd spill whatever was on her mind when she was ready. So instead, we both ordered a drink and sat in peaceful silence with our thoughts still heavily sitting upon us.
     
    Like some lovesick teenager, my thoughts immediately turned to Seth and I shoved my phone in my pocket almost violently so that I wouldn't be tempted to check it again.
     
    Why hadn't he texted or called?
     
    When he'd dropped me off at my house the night before, he'd been the same old Seth he'd always been, but more affectionate. He'd held my hand all the way home and kissed me goodbye before I'd gotten out of his car.
     
    I know that people say that sex can complicate things, but when he'd left, things had honestly seemed to be okay. He'd even sent me a few messages before he'd gone to bed and I'd passed out.
     
    I'd avoided calling or sending messages all day so that I wouldn't appear to be some clingy girl. I may have given the boy my virginity, but I knew that it wasn't a marriage proposal. What Seth and I had was far beyond any relationship that I'd ever had, but I wasn't about to blur the lines of sanity in order to start building a dream life with the boy.
     
    Lost in my thoughts, I traced a heart in the condensation of the glass that still held half a cold beer and sighed again. I knew my feelings for Seth were way beyond friendship and moving into that terrifying love area, but I also knew going into this relationship that I needed to keep a clear head.
     
    Seth was my brother's best friend. Hell. He was my friend.
     
    Our relationship was so full of gray matter that it was difficult to navigate.
     
    Which is why his not calling was really starting to get to me.
     
    Sure, he didn't owe me anything, but the least he could do after practically spending the night with me, would be to give me a