Before anyone can answer, I find myself being yanked towards the bedrooms and thrown onto my bed. I'm leaning back on my elbows, grinning up at Dwayne, who looks less than pleased.

"What was that?"

"What?" I ask innocently, shifting to my knees at the end of the bed. Closer to him. One pull and he'd be on top of me.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you," he chuckles darkly, to which I only respond by looking up at him through my eyelashes, my lips between my teeth. He curses and next thing I know, I'm on my back, Dwayne hovering above me. "You don't play fair, Keera."

"Playing fair's not fun," I pout and he laughs this time, leaning down on one elbow so he can play with my hair. I reach up to run my fingers through his but suddenly grip and pull. His eyes flash gold and his hips grind into me.

"This what you want?" he asks in my ear playfully and I can't help giggling, but it turns into a moan when he pulls my hair. His eyes are hooded with lust as he watches me react and I feel it spark between my legs for both of us. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his, wondering what he'd do if I asked him to stop. He leans down, his breath tickling my neck, causing my own to hitch. "I'd stop, babygirl."

"Is it okay?" I whisper and his features soften as he scoops me up so I'm laying on his chest.

"Of course it is."

Catcalls and hoots greet us when we re enter the living area of the cave and I tuck myself into Dwayne's side, hiding my red face. He leans down closer and whisper so only I can hear:

"You're too beautiful to hide, babygirl."

This is deepens my blush.

Finally the noise dies down and I make my way over to the kitchen to dump my coffee, since it's probably cold by now, only to find it's gone. I look behind me a find Sam sitting at the counter with my mug.

"Figured it might get cold," he says quietly and I smile slightly, getting a new mug to pour a new cup. I sit next to him, bumping his shoulder gently, and he gives me a small smile.

"How're you feeling?"

"Better," he nods and he looks it honestly. Probably the first good night sleep he's gotten in a while.

"Good," I beam at him before I notice Alan standing on my other side.

"So," he draws out and my eyes roll.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, my innocence is still completely intact." The two of them splutter and I laugh loudly at the reaction.

"You're a virgin?" Alan asks and I feel my eyes narrow. "Christ, no, not what I meant, I just, didn't know?"

"And why would you," I shrug, looking down at my coffee once more. I feel my back burning and turn to see Dwayne smiling happily. He heard. My cheeks tingle as I turn my attention back to the boys and my coffee. "It's not that big of a deal anyways."

"Exactly," Sam nods, looking pointedly down at his own cup and I glance back at Alan.

"Sam," Alan starts hesitantly, "did you and Edgar-?"

"No," he says quietly and something behind us crashes. The three of us turn to find a red faced Paul, laughing Marko and head shaking Dwayne. "Well I guess secrets aren't safe here."

"I mean, I don't think it matters; who cares if you have or haven't," I say nonchalantly, making a metal note to talk to Dwayne about what had just occurred.

"I agree," Alan nods and we both look at him expectantly. "For Christs' sake we share a bed." This causes Sam and me to burst out laughing. Eventually Alan joins us and when we finally calm down, a door creaks open. We turn in time to see Keyna and David entering the living area. Keyna makes a beeline for the coffee pot, gulping down her first cup, and only turns after she's pour her second.

"Stop with the eyes," she groans, "I'm fine. It's all fine, alright? How're you doing, Sam?"

"Good," he nods, not daring to look at her and I watch him sympathetically. I rub his back encouragingly and then look back to Keyna, who's watching me warily.

"So what're we doing today?"

Keyna wanted to go check out the stage at the boardwalk, so that's what we did. After riding there together, David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko went and did their thing, while Keyna, Alan, Sam and I went to the stage.

"I thought you were supposed to meet up with Amy today," Sam asks as we get closer.

"Yeah, she and Todd had car trouble, so I'm going to go see her over the weekend. Actually," I turn to Keyna, "Amy had asked if you wanted to come. Kind of a girls weekend thing, I think she's feeling homesick and you guys seemed to hit it off at dinner last night."

"Sure," Keyna answers quietly and I smile.

"Great, I'll tell her." I look forward again but feel someone pulling at my wrist, realising it's Keyna. "Uh, we'll catch up guys, I gotta pee."

"Alright," Alan nods, slinging his arm around Sam's shoulder as they keep going. I look over at Keyna and she's watching me skeptically.

"Did Amy really invite me? Or is this because of last night."

"Uh, it's not because of last night," I tell her awkwardly. "I meant it when I said, I was an ass to you. Come to find out, you guys are really cool."

"Thanks," she says dryly.

"C'mon, Keyna," I sigh exasperatedly. "Im trying. I'm really not good at this stuff."

"What stuff?" her tone is accusing and I roll my eyes, lowering my voice as I lean closer.

"Im not good at apologising and I'm really not good at the whole people thing. It's hard for me to get to know people, alright? I'm such an awkward turtle."

"What about Sam and Alan, then?"

"Alright, look, you wanna know the truth?" I heave a sigh, continuing before she can answer: "Sam reminds me of a friend from back home. She was in a really bad relationship in high school and ended up in the ICU. Still, she wouldn't leave the guy. It took her parents, me, and a couple other of her really good friends to finally get a restraining order. You don't believe me, you can ask Amy." I send her a pointed look. "And Alan, he just happened to be there. It was a right time, right place kind of thing. I was so wrapped up in making sure Sam was okay, that the devil himself could've become my friend at that point. It's just how things worked out."

With that, I turn and keep walking towards the stage. I hope to god Keyna wont ask Amy about it. How would I explain that I told my best friend's most private story to someone I barely know, trying to prove that I'm not pitying her.

God this is a mess.