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"No." You say simply, and mean it. You understand the dilemma she is in and while you do feel some of the same anxiety about where this leaves your friendship, you wouldn't take back a second of the ecstasy you felt while joined with her for anything.

"Wha-no?" Melody replies, a little shocked at your answer and how quickly and confidently you replied.

"No." You reply with a short head shake. "No regrets." The shock on the redhead's face slowly drains away back to anger and her grip on the pillow blocking her naked body intensifies. You take a deep breath and prepare for her reaction.

"Well, it must be nice for you to have such a clean conscience." She spits a bit venomously. "I guess I am an idiot for worrying about our friendship, huh? No moral quandary for Jack!" She glares at you and the tears start to form again. "You had the nerve to question me about my emotional attachment to what we just did when it apparently didn't mean anything to you that I was the one you slept with? Did it make any difference to you that it was me you were fucking, or was I just a warm hole to stick your dick in?"

"Stop it, Melody!" You shout at her, causing her to finally stop ranting. You certainly didn't like where her thought process was heading. "You know that's not true! I told you that I wanted to do that with you for the longest time, remember? Of course, it meant something to me that it was you."

"That's even worse." She seethed angrily. "Because that means it is our friendship that didn't mean anything to you. Was this your end goal? Play the role of best friend until the opportunity arises for you to get your dick wet?"

"You know that's not true either!" You exclaim in shock. "Your friendship is one of the most important things I have! How can you question it's importance?" You have no idea where this is coming from. You can only assume this is Keith's betrayal tinging her view of things. "What is going on with you?"

"I just want to know how you could possibly be this okay with everything! How can you not be bothered at all?"

"Because I love you!" You yell back at her. Your admission apparently blows your friend's mind, as her expression shifts to a blank stare of shock and all that indignation, anger and sorrow are instantly erased. "I love you and getting to share that intimate experience with you is one of the best moments of my life!" You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration; you have played out a confession of your feelings a thousand times and while you never thought it would ever go anywhere, you certainly didn't expect it to go this awry. "Goddammit, Melody. This isn't how this is supposed to go..."

"You...love me?" Melody squeaks out, barely able to speak at all. Her previously flushed face was now pale and the arms tightly squeezing the pillow in front of her were now shaking. "Not friendship-love...but love-love?"

"Yes, love-love!" You exclaim, exasperatedly. "Why do you think I wanted to have sex with you so badly?"

"This whole time?" Her weak voiced continued to **** out. "College? High school?"

"Yes." You sigh, calming down a little. Your drop your head into your hands. "And this has nothing to do with our friendship, okay? I didn't become friends with you on the outside chance I might get lucky someday. I wanted to be friends with you because you were really cool and smart and fun to hang out with. It's just that I quickly noticed how pretty and sexy you are and wanted us to be more. But I never had the courage to act on it." You slowly raise your head up to look her in the eyes. "So, for better or worse, I have no regrets and no second thoughts. I would do it again in a heartbeat."

"You...love me." She repeats, but this time as a statement to herself as opposed to a question to you. Suddenly, her pale face flushes crimson again and she starts inhaling and exhaling sharply. "Oh God...Oh God Oh God Oh God."

"Melody?" You ask worriedly as she starts to freak out.

"I am so stupid! All this time and I never noticed..." She release the pillow with one hand and runs it through her fiery hair. "All those sideways glances...all that flirting...it makes so much sense now." The hand in her hair quickly goes to cover her mouth and her eyebrows knot up in shame. "Oh dear God. I-I've been cockteasing you for last seven years, haven't I ,Jack?"

"Kinda." You admit. The look on her face makes it clear she wants to curl up and die of embarrassment somewhere. "But you didn't know, so it's not like it's your fault or anything."

"I am such a bitch." The redhead mutters to herself, dropping her face into the end of the pillow in front of her.

"C'mon, Melody, no." You quickly intervene. You shift closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She flinches, but does not push you away. "It's not like that." She looks up at you sadly.

"This was your first time with me and I played it off like it was nothing. Then I gave your the third degree over it and **** you to spill your secret to me." She groans. "You must hate me right now."

"Never." You reply, massaging her shoulder a bit. "I could never hate you, Melody."

"...Because you love me?"

"Because I love you." You nod.

"Then I need to make this right." She tells you, steeling her resolve. "For you. For me. For us." Then with one quick movement, she throws the pillow across the room, grabs the sides of your head and pulls your face to hers. Before you can react, her lips are smothering yours, passionately kissing you with all her the emotion she can muster. You have no time to counter-balance yourself (and you are too stunned to have been able to do anything about it anyway), and the two of you topple over with Melody's back to the bed and you on top of her body. Her bare body presses against you and the soft warmth comforts you instantly, especially from the two large breasts pressing against your chest. Her legs wrap around your waist as she refuses to break her lip-lock with you.