It was now night, I had started a fire and Iggy slept soundly by the wall of the cave. I wasn't angry for Iggy keeping secrets, I kept many secrets. Especially if I was being threatened by the people who held our lives in their hands at the time. Most of my little secrets are about my feelings toward everyone. And by everyone I mean Max and Iggy and now Fate and Score. Each day I looked at Max and smiled a little smile and touched her fondly and kissed her on her neck or on her lips and even other places, but just seeing Iggy made me feel a small explosion of emotions inside. I never kissed him, but I want to feel his lips. I never touched him, but wonder if his skin is as soft as it looks. I want to explore his whole body as thoroughly as I can and see what it's really like. I'm not gay or anything, I don't think. This is just a deep friendship, I think, not romance, I hope.

I took a breath to stop my nerves from exploding before practically gliding to Iggy's side from the fire. I sat by his side then positioned myself so he could use my lap as a pillow. Almost as if attracted to me, he immediately moved his head on me. I couldn't help but smile at him. He was even cuter (wait why did I just use the word cute? I have to call Iggy handsome he's not a baby or girl or something) when he slept. Just on a whim, I leaned down and thought What if I were to kiss you? Maybe he'd be mad, but maybe he'd like it. Well, there is only one way to find out, and it will only be for a second. My mind screamed no, but the closer I got to him, my mind seemed to melt in his beauty. So I leaned down and pecked a sweet kiss on Iggy's lips. I immediately wished I hadn't; a bloom of guilt and dirt rose inside me. Iggy wasn't my property, what right did I have kissing him while he was asleep? It seemed perverted and wrong. Iggy didn't love me, and I didn't love him. We were just best friends that shared some common interests and the fact that we were both mutants. Other than that, we would have never met and started to like each other. You like him, I reminded myself. You were the one that picked him up and kissed and put his head on your lap. You are the one that is rubbing your hands on his chest right now. And the one debating whether or not to kiss him deeper next time. Why would Iggy like me? He likes girls, he and Ella were a bit of an item and I was more of an older brother. Why would Iggy date a guy like a brother to him? I shook my head, then stole another look at his unmoved ivory lips and pale gorgeous face. One more kiss couldn't hurt . . .

I woke up and somehow we had changed positions in the night to where we were both lying next to each other, well Iggy was more on my stomach and I was lying on the ground. Iggy had his arms slung around my waist and his head was pressed against my chest. I leaned my head down and could smell his hair; it smelled clean, not like dirt and dried blood, even though we've all had plenty of that in our lives. Like back when we were little and he used to pass out just as soon as he got out of a fight. His face was the exact same as when he was little with a round face and long gorgeous eyelashes. His eyes suddenly fluttered open to reveal his pale blue eyes, always and probably forever blind.

He put his hands on my face by reflex. If Iggy felt someone near him while he slept he reached out to automatically to see who it was. I wonder if he knew about the kiss, because he lingered by my lips for just a second longer than everywhere else. He sighed in relief when he felt it was me and felt that I was relaxed. No Erasers or anything else that the Whitecoats wanted to dish out at us. The next few days were stressful, rewarded with smiles all throughout the day by Iggy and even though he couldn't see me, I rewarded him with long loving stares.

This was going to be harder than I thought, keeping him safe from Erasers when he could barely be safe around me.