A hand upon my shoulder, shoving me rudely, roused me from my fitful slumber.

With a groan, I turned my head slightly before my gaze met that of Dalton's.

"Fuck you want?" I mumbled, my mouth feeling dry - voice raspy.

His features softened, "Thank you." was all he said.

"Huh?"

Explaining, "For not taking advantage of my sister."

I felt my eyes narrow, my eyebrows drawn in consternation. "Did you really wake me just to thank me for not being an asshole?" I growled out, the harshness of my voice was plain to hear even to my own ears.

I grumbled some threats as I rolled back over, eyes closing. Internally I prayed for sleep to take me once more.

"He probably wanted to fuck your sister," I heard another voice from behind me. "But clearly he's on the rag and can't."

"Fuck off, Petey." I mumbled.

Taking my words as confirmation, "Definitely on the rag."

Realizing my friends had no intention of letting me return to sleep, I rolled over. Glaring upwards at them, their unrepentant expressions only worked to further incite me.

Tray was the only one that didn't seem inclined to annoy me, instead fiddling with my desk chair.

Dalton's gaze turned towards the door, looking towards where Hayden likely still slept in my bed. "I wonder why she drank so much. She never had a predisposition to heavy drinking before, at least not that she told me from when we used to talk..."

"You going to impart words of wisdom on me, or just speculate?"

His gaze swung back towards me, "Maybe it's because of you."

I bristled in response to his words. He didn't level it as an accusation, but it felt like one none-the-less. "Me?"

He nodded, remaining silent.

"Well?" I growled out, impatient.

With a shrug, "Maybe you being here is making all her grief resurface once more."

"She's going to have to grieve for you again once I fucking murder you." I muttered darkly as I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes. Blindly I reached towards the night table, and where I would keep a water bottle, before I caught myself.

Ignoring my threat, "My sister isn't a drunk."

"Getting drunk once hardly constitutes as a drunk," I drawled out.

"You need to talk to her."

"I talk to her plenty. We don't just sit in silence and gesture with our hands."

Dalton didn't look amused, a storm gathering within his eyes.

It was like that of Hayden's anger, only with a slight difference: I actually feared earning her wrath.

My best friend towered over me, casting me in his shadow as he glowered down at me.

A finger emerged to poke me in the chest several times, accompanied by his words "You are going to make sure she isn't hurting."

I slapped his hand away, earning a chuckle from Tray. "Mom, the boys are at it again."

"Poke me again and I will beat you using Petey's head as a weapon." I stated, my voice deceptively quiet.

"What did I do?" Petey asked, his eyes swinging between Dalton and I.

"Shut up," Dalton and I both said in unison, neither of us breaking eye contact.

"She's my sister."

"And she's likely going to end up being my wife if she gets her way. So what of it?"

"Oh?"

I nodded. "Our first date was last night and yet, to me, it felt as if it was our ten year anniversary." I began, pondering my emotions. Although I had felt nervousness at the start, it had faded almost as quickly as it had come on. Being with her felt right. Her mere presence alone silenced the demons within me - the restlessness that urged me forward. Always forward.

"The only people I have ever felt protective of are you three fucks. And yet... I would kill each and every one of you if it meant making her happy. First date," I scoffed softly, shaking my head. "First date and she already rules me...

"You're my brother, and I love you. But your wisdom is shit. The only valuable intelligence you have ever shared was explaining to Petey that he shouldn't wipe back to front."

"Cured my rash right up though." Petey chimed in, nodding once towards Dalton.

Ignoring him, "If your sister is hurting... She will tell me when she is ready. You and I both know how she is. She is as stubborn headed as you are."

Dalton took a step back, the anger he harbored ebbing away as he relaxed. Offering me a brisk nod, "You best hope so. I'll be here either way to keep you in line. She's my sister, after all. And I know what kind of deviant you are."

"And I'll be here... Just to watch." Petey chimed in, earning a glare from Dalton.

"Keep it up and I'll get an exorcism. Then maybe I will finally have some peace from you fuck-faces."

My threat didn't appear to phase any of the men, instead looking at me with unimpressed expressions.

"Go ahead," Dalton spoke up first. "...Dickhead."

"We aren't possessing you," Tray chimed in, smirking as if I were an idiot for even thinking that.

"You wish we were inside of you, homo." Petey finally added lastly, his gap tooth grin on display.

"Fucking hell,"

I pushed myself to my feet, the bed sheet falling to reveal my nude frame.

As always, my friends couldn't help but voice their opinions on anything and everything.

"Look at that, I didn't realize cocks came that small."

"I think I've used worms when I fish that were bigger than that."

Ignoring them, I slipped on my boxers.

"You guys fucking suck, you know that?" I stated, glancing back at them before I shook my head and sauntered out into the hallway.

Quietly I edged open my bedroom door, wincing as the hinges squeaked - the sound deafening to my own ears.

Hayden didn't stir from her slumber, appearing like that of an angel as she slept peacefully. Her brunette locks were splayed across my pillow, her lips parted slightly. A smirk came to my face as I realized that she snored, the sound like that of a purr.

Her bare shoulders peeking above the bed sheets made me realize that she must have awoken sometime during the night to remove her clothes. My eyes turned away from the bed, noting the neat pile of clothes that sat just beside it.

The sight of her underwear, a jet black thong, as it lay atop her jeans had an immediate effect on me. Arousal stormed in, my eyes narrowing. I could hear my heartbeat as it thundered in my ears, my cock pressing obscenely against the front of my boxers.

I couldn't help the images that came unbidden to me.

Thoughts of Hayden swirled within my mind, questions that I longed to have the answers for. How shapely would her bare legs appear, or how the gusset of her thong would hug her pubis. Would she be shaved? Trimmed?

The turgid erection in my boxers throbbed a heady tune, aching for attention.

It was a difficult task to draw my attention away from Hayden. As quiet as could be, I quickly collected a pair of shorts along with a shirt from my dresser before tip-toeing back out. I was thankful that the hinges didn't squeak once more as I pulled the door closed behind me.

It was several minutes before my thickness abated, allowing me to pee before I brushed my teeth.

I was just entering my house, coffees from Tim Hortons in hand, when I heard Hayden stirring upstairs - the sound of my bedroom door opening, feet padding across the hardwood flooring before the bathroom door closed.

Leaning against the counter, sipping my coffee, I awaited Hayden. I didn't have to wait long, all of two minutes, if that, before I heard her begin to descend the stairs.

"Morning Gray," She said shyly as she rounded the corner, her eyes immediately meeting mine.

Her clothes from last night had been ignored, instead opting to wear only one of my shirts.

I couldn't be bothered that she had rifled through my drawers, too busy being distracted by the sheer sensuality of her wearing my shirt.

It felt oddly intimate.

The navy blue of the shirt contrasted her skin, hanging to just above her knees. Her legs were long and lithe, lean muscles rippling as she walked a testament to a lifetime of playing soccer.

"Good morning, beautiful." I answered with a smile of my own. She looked far too cuddly, and I had a sudden need to feel her in my arms - where she belonged.

Hayden appeared to float as she glided across the kitchen, a grin blooming on her face as I held open my arms in invitation.

She felt good. No. She felt amazing as I drew her against me, her breath warm against my neck as I pulled her off her feet - eliciting a girlish giggle, arms tightening further around me.

As I lowered her to her feet once more, she cupped my face in both of her hands before urging me down for a kiss.

The kiss was chaste, yet powerful. It was like that of lightning coursing across the breadth of my lips.

As Hayden broke the kiss, she offered me another of her award winning smiles before she made a move to claim her coffee.

A hand upon her wrist halted her, a questioning look emerging before I drew her back against me.

It had been too long, far too long, and I wasn't content with just one kiss.

A smile emerged as she realized my intentions.

I claimed her mouth with my own, her murmur one of pleasure as I drew her closer against me.

I could taste mint on her tongue as I deepened the kiss. I could feel the moan as it vibrated into my mouth - hers or mine, I did not know.

As Hayden broke the kiss; she appeared flushed, her lips slightly swollen. "Okay, now that's what I call a good morning kiss."

I nodded dumbly. "Did you use my toothbrush?" I asked.

"No, my finger. What's for breakfast?" She asked.

Reluctantly I let her slip away, my eyes following her every move as she claimed her coffee and took a sip.

Sighing her pleasure, "I'm surprised you remembered how I take my coffee."

"Double-double, with cream." I answered confidently. As she nodded, I continued, "I added a little extra cream, if you know what I mean."

She paused, the coffee cup half way to her lips, as her eyes assessed me.

I grinned unrepentantly even as the frown upon her face slowly formed and grew.

"You disgust me," She finally said, shaking her head before taking a sip. "But what are you making me? I've worked up a hunger having to put up with you already."

With a laugh, I hunted through the fridge.

I quickly took stock of what I had, the idea for a big breakfast coming to me. Setting a half pound of bacon and a carton of eggs on the counter, I also retrieved the flour from the cupboard above the dishwasher. With neither Hayden or I having work today, the thought of thick Belgian waffles to accompany the bacon and eggs had my stomach grumbling in agreement.

"How do you like your eggs?" I asked over my shoulder as I went about turning the stove top on and retrieving a pan.

She waited until I finally turned before answering, "Fertilized."

Her eyes held a certain dangerous gleam to them, the ghost of a smirk playing upon the edges of her lips.

"You are awful," I finally managed to say, quickly turning back towards the counter - hiding the effects her one word had upon me.

"Awfully good." She mumbled softly behind me, causing a smile to bloom on my face once more.

"Fried eggs, it is." I declared. "How did you sleep though?"

"Goooooood," Hayden said, the smile evident in her words as she came to stand beside me. "What can I help with?"

"Want to get the bacon going for me?"

She nodded before opening the fridge, returning with the butter before she hunted through my cupboards for a pan.

"Can I ask you something without you swatting me with that pan?" I asked, eyeing her warily even as I smirked.

Her laughter was like that of wind chimes tinkling, "Depends on the question, mister!"

"Do you feel like we might be moving too fast? Not that I'm arguing, mind you." I was quick to rush out. "It's just this was our first date and for some reason I feel like we've already been together for years..."

"I know what you mean - that feeling of comfortability." She began, earning a nod from me. "But do I think we are moving too fast? Not at all," Hayden advised me in all seriousness. "You are stuck with me."

"Do I get a say in that matter?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.

She shook her head, "Nope. You're just along for the ride."

With that she turned away from me, adding a dollop of butter to the pan before it began to sizzle. It appeared as far as she was concerned, the discussion was closed.

'Just along for the ride...'

I watched in amusement as Hayden chased the last piece of her waffle around her Maple syrup soaked plate, her tongue emerging out of the corner of her mouth - her concentration total.

With my stomach full and the dishes calling my name, I was ready for both a nap and procrastination.

"I might have to make it a habit of getting drunk more often if this is the kind of service I can expect." Hayden said as she leaned back in her chair, the light catching a splatter of syrup upon her cheek.

"You did drink quite a bit last night."

She shrugged, not appearing worried. "I was nervous."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It was our first date and I've had a crush on you forever."

"And how did I do?"

She gestured with her hand, "You were alright."

"Jesus, don't pump my ass full of too many compliments all at once." I deadpanned.

With a shake of her head, "I won't be pumping your ass full of anything." She stated, before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Pervert."

"What am I even doing here then?" I mumbled softly before grinning.

Standing up, I retrieved both Hayden's plate and my own before rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher. Eyeing the dishes that had accumulated in the sink, I opted to leave them until after Hayden left.

I was content to let procrastination rule this day as much as Hayden did.

I glanced back towards the table as I heard the sound of a chair scraping across the flooring, Hayden pushing herself to her feet.

Her shy smile had returned, her arms opened wide, hands opening and closing several times - gesturing for a hug.

I was all too willing to give in to her demands, opening my arms wide as she flowed into them - her sigh was heartfelt, tearing apart what little resistance I had left. She fit me perfectly, as if we were made for each other. My hands stroked along her back, wanting her as close to me as possible.

"Gray?"

"Hmm?" I mumbled out in answer. Coherent thought was quickly proving to be rather difficult with her body against me, her scent intoxicating even as her bust pressed against my chest. I could faintly make out the feel of her nipples as they scraped against my chest.

Her gaze drew mine as she tilted her head slightly to peer up at me. "Let's fall in love."