A lot of pillow talk.

"So this is your bedroom, eh?" Tyler said, taking it all in.

"Yep. This is, ah, my room." Zoey walked in naked, doing a circle in the middle. "You like?"

"The room or you?"

She blushed.

Her room was downstairs. It was basically the entirety of the downstairs, actually. Her bed tucked into one corner, she had her own couch and wide screen, two dressers, a walk in closet, a full sized mirror, a bench, and a desk to do homework on. Not to mention her own private bathroom with a walk in full sized shower with a rain shower head.

"A king sized mattress for such a tiny girl?" He came up and felt the sheets. Satin.

"Yep. Doesn't get much action, save for the couple of times Tom actually wants me."

"You don't fuck down here? It's so private."

"Yep. I even have soundproof insulation. Can't even hear me scream from two inches above the insulation."

"So where do you...?"

"His house. He's awfully particular."

"What a waste."

She came up to him and grinned, throwing him on it. "Not anymore." She jumped on top of him, immediately locking lips.

They made out for what seemed like...too long for people in relationships with others. In fact, any making out with others while in a relationship is generally considered too much. But, c'est la vie.

She rolled over, breaking their kiss. "Italian. I think."

"What?" He tried catching his breath. "What's Italian?"

"I am. Or at least my mom is like half, my dad is full, or something like that. I came out a little darker than both."

"Oh. So you're not a tall glass of olive oil, you're my cute little bundle of ravioli." He got on top of her and kissed her nose.

She curled up and laughed playfully, turning away as he tried to kiss her nose again. "Ravioli? That's the most sexual Italian food you got?"

He laughed, then thought for a moment. "Fine...you're my, uh, little bundle of spaghetti?"

She rolled her eyes. "Way to be original."

"Ugh. Fine fine fine. You're my..." He paused for a moment. He caught himself calling her...'his'. He paused for more than a moment. He paused for a long time.

"Um...Tyler? Don't think too hard, I don't want your head to catch on fire."

"Uh, yeah. You're, um, pizza." He got up and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Hey..." She got up next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah." He turned to her and kissed her, trying to push her back on the bed. "Oh yeah."

She pushed him off gently. "Hey. Hey, stop." She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "What was that?"

He sighed. "I don't know."

"C'mon, dweeb...talk to me. I'm here. Are you okay?"

"Zoe...I called you...'my'."

"Yes...and?"

"Zoey, as in a possessive. As in implying that..."

"Yeah. I'm yours."

"Not in the sexual sense, Zoe. I legitimately...I mean, I..."

"Are you-"

"Look. The first night we ever fooled around. Remember when we ended it?"

"Yes?"

"Zoey, I kissed you. That wasn't any kinda kiss Zoe, that was...I put everything into it. I wanted to see if what we were doing was what I wanted to do, and..."

"and?"

"I decided I wanted to not fuck you after those two kisses that night. I wanted to make love to you, Zoe. Zoey...I only kiss Kait like that. I've only felt like that to Kait. When I kissed you like I kissed her, I wanted to see if it was possible for me to care about someone like I care about her."

Zoey was silent.

"Zoey. I..."

Zoey put a hand on his chest, stopping him from talking. She pushed him gently onto the bed and straddled him.

"Zoey, what are you...?"

She put her hands on either side of his head, leaned in, and gave him a deep, long kiss. No tongue. No sexuality. Love. She pulled away and gave him another.

He felt her put everything into that. When she broke away, he pulled her back in and returned it in full, kissing her as deep as he did back on the first night.

They broke the kiss. She looked at him in the eyes. "I felt those that night too, Tyler. I stopped you because...I was afraid. Do you know how hard it was for me to stop you? Do you know how badly I wanted it? I didn't wanna fuck either, Tyler, I wanted you to...love me. I felt love in those kisses, Tyler, which is why it scared me. I'm falling for you, bad, Tyler. But I love Tom. And I think I love you. And I can't do that to either of you."

"Did you just..."

"Yes, Tyler. It was that easy to say. We just have so much chemistry; we click so well. Every day we worked together I felt like we were on a date. I got that same dreamy feeling in my stomach with every joke, with every snide comment... I got that same dreamy feeling I felt with you that I do when I'm with Tom...it was so easy for me to mess around with you because it felt like we had been doing it for a long time."

"I feel the same way. You're my favorite co-worker ever, Zoey."

"You're not just saying that because you're afraid I'm going to tell everyone at work how small your penis is, are you?"

He laughed a little. "I'm not afraid. I'll just tell everyone how weird you look when you suck dick."

She laughed back. They met eyes, and both started laughing. They couldn't stop. And when they did, Tyler couldn't stop looking at her.

"Quit looking, weirdo."

"I love you, Zoey."

She blushed hard.

"And I don't mean that like, you know, I love what you do to me or I love how your tongue works or that I love your body...I love you. I love you, and it scares me."

She sighed. "What are we going to do?"

"We can't br..." He couldn't even say the word. "I can't. We..."

They both said it at the same time.

"I love Kaitlyn."

"I love Tom."

"I can't be without her."

"I can't be without him."

"So," Tyler said, sighing. "what...do we do about that."

She shook her head. "I don't know. We're terrible, though. What we've said about each other's significant others. I got wet thinking about you fucking me and loving her and you..."

"And I came so hard thinking about putting myself in your shoes, thinking about meeting Tom and then getting you to blow me."

"I thought I just gave spectacular head."

He smiled at her. "It may have been that, my little bowl of carbonara."

She laughed hard. "Carbonara?"

"I'm not good with Italian foods. Forgive me."

"You may not be good with the foods, but you're good with the girls." She kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Zoe?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"Is it cheating if I'm in love with you?"