ÒRemind me again why weÕre doing this?Ó

I roll my eyes at his question, ÒBecause itÕs gonna be fun.Ó

He snorts, ÒBefore or after the fights break out?Ó

I shake my head, reaching for the shampoo as I distribute a generous amount into my hair. ÒThatÕs not gonna happen again.Ó

ÒEmphasis on the ÔagainÕ,Ó he adds.

You see, Colin is leaving for his training tomorrow morning and while he wants us to spend his last night alone, I think it would be nice to invite our friends over for a get together and game night. We havenÕt all gotten together since our L.A. trip.

Rinsing my hair one more time, I reach my hand out for him to pass me the large towel on the counter beside him. Wrapping it around my head tightly, I rise up from the sink and look at him. HeÕs adjacent to me, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.

ÒThings are going to be different tonight,Ó I sigh. ÒWeÕre all doing better,Ó I continue, referring to that interesting weekend in LA a few weeks ago where all hell seemed to break loose and yet, bring us all closer together. I know. DonÕt ask. I suppose life is just strange like that sometimes. ÒMaya and Derrick-Ò

ÒArgue more now over stupid shit than they did before they started dating.Ó

I bite my lip, ÒKay and Ricardo-Ò

ÒHe says sheÕs been avoiding him like the plague.Ó

I frown, ÒI have noticed she seems a little distant lately.Ó Shaking my head, I press on, ÒEven more reason for us to have them all over. Get to the bottom of things.Ó

ÒOr make shit worse,Ó he mutters.

I click my teeth and move to walk away from him.

HeÕs annoying the shit out of me right now.

Of course, heÕs not going to let me go so easy. No. Instead, he grabs my wrist and spins me around to face him. With a ridiculous amount of ease, he switches our positions so IÕm against the counter as he lifts me up and sits me down.

Setting in between my legs, he places his arms on either side of me. IÕm trapped.

Shit.

ÒAll IÕm saying,Ó I instantly feel my stomach drop at the sincerity in his voice. Seriously. That Southern drawl, those hypnotic eyes, the way his white wife beater clings to his muscular arms. ItÕs taking everything in me not to give in to his wishes. HeÕs just so damn fine. ÒIs I donÕt see why you and I canÕt just spend my last night here alone. Together. Without all the B.S.Ó

I grab his shirt by the abdomen, crumpling it slightly, Òand we can.Ó A small smile appears on his face. ÒAfter they all leave.Ó There goes the smile.

He groans, throwing his head back, ÔFine.Ó A beat. ÒYou gotta answer something for me though.Ó

Now itÕs my turn to groan, ÒI have a feeling IÕm not gonna like this.Ó Silence. ÒBut okay, shoot.Ó

Shit. IÕm starting to regret this already.

He looks at me intently. His eyes searching mine forÉ.I honestly have no idea and that scares me. It scares me to my core.

My legs involuntarily clench together as I feel his fingers start to graze down my arm. He goes at an antagonizing, slow pace before stopping on the side of my right breast. His thumb moves in a circular motion causing me to hiss. Dios, the things this man does to me without even trying.

ÒWhy wonÕt you let me make love to you?Ó

Yup. I was right. I knew I wasnÕt going to like it. Damn. I should have known this was coming though. I mean, itÕs only natural he would ask. WeÕve done almost everything and then some. Literally. Let it be known, Colin fucking Kaepernick is a freak. I thought Kay was bad, but I have a bruise on the back of my head from hitting it on the damn lintel (top of the door) the other night. IÕll let your imagination and common sense allow you to figure out how that shit happenedÉ.

But I always stop him before we can really seal the deal, if you will. Or, he senses my apprehension and will stop on his own accord. And because heÕs beyond fucking perfect, heÕs never tried to push me. But, heÕs still a man and men have needs. He has a right to ask. Every right.

I scoff sadly, and look down, ÒWould you believe me if I told you the amount of times IÕve been in love, the number of boyfriends IÕve had, and how many times IÕve had sex are all the same?Ó He looks shocked. ÒItÕs true. Once. My first and only, pretty much everything was with the same person. He was my all and I swear there wasnÕt a damn thing I wouldnÕt do for that man.Ó I bite the inside of my cheek, diverting my eyes to the wall adjacent to us. ÒNow I wish I never met him,Ó I admit sadly, looking down again. ÒThe point is Colin,Ó I sigh heavily, finally allowing my gaze to land on him. ÒMy first and only time was awful and after that, I promised myself I wouldnÕt do it again until I was married, madly in love and beyond 100% sure I was ready. None of which were applicable for dumbass sixteen year old Arianna.Ó Rolling my eyes, I allow my voice to take a slight playful tone.

I bite my lip.

ÒAnd while we are in fact married and crazy in love, no pun intended-Ò He chuckles at my attempt of a joke. ÒIÉI donÕt wanna give myself to you fully when I know deep down, thereÕs still that tiny portion inside of me thatÕs stillÉreluctant ya know?Ó He opens his mouth to say something, but of course, I have to keep talking. ÒI mean, itÕs not that I donÕt want to. Believe me, I really want to. I mean look at you,Ó I raise an eyebrow, biting my lip harder this time. YouÕre fine as hell-Ò

ÒAria-Ò

ÒOff topic I know, but I know itÕs not fair to you to have to continue to wait-Ò

ÒBaby-Ò

ÒEspecially since youÕve been beyond patient as hell and understanding with my crazy ass-Ò Next thing I know, I donÕt even get a chance to finish my babbling rant because his lips are mine silencing me. I swear, it doesnÕt matter how many times this man kisses me, the feeling never gets old. Literally. I still get the same butterflies I got when we had our first one.

My hands, without even realizing it, make their way around his neck. Pulling him closer to me, I feel him smirk into the kiss as he grabs my ass tugging me into him.

ÒYou talk way too much sometimes,Ó he finally says drawing away from me, leaving me breathless and him seemingly okay. I pout. ItÕs like he never gets tired or exhausted. How is that even possible? ÒBefore you decided to go all Shakespeare on me with that long ass monologue-Ò I glare playfully. ÒI was trying to tell you that you didnÕt have to explain yourself to me. Not to that extent at least.Ó Our chests are practically touching (mostly because of my big ass boobs, but I digress) as he pulls me even closer to him. DidnÕt know that was even possible. ÒIs it hard? Hell yeah.Ó

ÒCourtesy of moi,Ó I tease, smiling innocently when he rolled his eyes.

ÒBut itÕs like you said, IÕm crazy about you and if I have to wait then thatÕs what Imma do,Ó he finishes sincerely, his country ass accent thicker than usually. ÒBesides,Ó my smile drops and my thighs clench together as his voice lowers an octave. ÒI need you to be ready to take all this d-Ò

ÒStoppp,Ó I laugh, smacking him on his bicep. ÒYou piss me the fuck off you know that? Nasty ass.Ó

ÒYou should know,Ó he counters, head settling in the crook of my neck. ÒLady in the street, but a freak in the sheets.Ó He murmurs against my skin, his lips planting soft kisses around the soft area.

I decide to humor him, ÒS—lo para ti papi.Ó

I smile as he groans in my neck, ÒYou ainÕt right.Ó

HeÕs made it known countless times that me speaking to him in Spanish is a major turn on for him. Especially when I call him papi.

ÒBut you still love me,Ó I cheese mad hard. I swear, I play too much. Only with him though. Only with himÉ

ÒWhat-Colin!Ó I shriek as he suddenly flings me over his shoulder. I suddenly remember the towel wrapped around my damp hair. Holding it close to my head, I secure it so it doesnÕt fall off. ÒPut me down now! What are you-Ò I moan slightly as I feel him adjust my position on his shoulder. His hands just so happen to slightly graze my womanhood. I notice weÕre headed for the steps. ÒBaby,Ó I all but whine. ÒWe donÕt have time and my hair is wet! You know I hate having a wet head. Shit is aggravating to me.Ó

ÒThat wonÕt be the only thing wet when I get done with your ass.Ó

OoOOoOo

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I said no Goddamnit!"

"I don't give a fuck what you said. I said yes!"

"You're the only one who wants them Derrick!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes, the fuck you are!"

"No, I'm-"

"Enough!" Ricardo yells, clearly fed up. He's not the only one.... "Why don't we just do this? We'll get four pizzas instead of three. One cheese for me and Kaep. One pepperoni for Kay and Aria. One Supreme WITH bacon for Derrick and one WITHOUT for Maya."

Maya scoffs, "What makes you think I'm able to eat a whole pizza by myself?"

"What makes you think you have the right to get your own pizza instead of having to share like the rest of us?" Derrick mutters.

Maya's eyes widen, "You're getting your own too dumbass so shut the fuck up!"

"What makes you think I won't put all yaÕll asses out my house if you BOTH don't just shut the hell up?" Colin demands, grabbing the flyer for the pizza place and pulling out his phone. He shakes his head and looks at me, gesturing for me to follow him into the kitchen. "Still think this is a good idea?"

I roll my eyes, "The night is still young."

"Great, more time for them to kill each other." He smiles sarcastically, before someone on the other end answers the phone and he begins to place the order.

I shake my head and go into the living room where everyone else is. Of course, true to their relationship, they're acting all fine and shit. Like they werenÕt about to rip each other a new one. Kay and Ricardo also both seem to be in good mood. Sitting close to each other and talking quietly amongst themselves.

I frown. Something's off. Her smile is not meeting her eyes. She's not her usual loud, ghetto self. I talked to Maya about it earlier (after Colin and I finishedÉ.well, ya know) and she even agrees with me. She said she asked her if anything was wrong, but she just claimed it was lack of sleep lately that was finally catching up to her. Bull. Something is up with her, and I'm determined to find out what it is. Tonight.

"They won't mind, right chicas?" I'm broken out of my thoughts by Maya's strangely, excessively, sweet voice. Kay and I both give her the "I have no idea what you're talking about" face. "Derrick is gonna let us play Wii sports since it's apparently the easiest and he's starting the bets ridiculously low till we get a hang of things." She smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss Derrick on the cheek.

God, I fucking love her.

Kay matches my smirk, "Yeah I'm good with that." A beat. "What sports does it offer?"

"Uhh Tennis, Baseball, Golf, Boxing, and Bowling I think," Ricardo replies.

"I'll try Tennis," Maya pipes. "Can't be that hard right?"

Derrick smirks arrogantly, "Of course not babe. I'll even take it easy on you."

"Don't patronize me asshole," she glares.

"I'll take a whack at baseball," Kay volunteers. "I mean I watch it all the time."

"You watch the players asses Kay," Maya sighs.

"Same difference," She waves off her correction.

"I guess I'll do boxing then," I shrug my shoulders casually.

"Boxing?" Colin's voice and sudden presence behind me startle me. He informs us that the pizza should be here in about twenty minutes before we give him a quick update about the game situation. He snakes his arms around my waist, looking down at me, "Boxing though? You sure about that babe?"

I shrug, "ItÕs like Maya said; how bad can it be?"

All three men, including Colin, stifle a snort.

"Alright, so couple against couple in the ladies chosen sport, and bets start at $50 per game?" Ricardo confirms, we all nod. "Sounds good to me."

"So we're starting now?"

Derrick answers me, "Yup. Do you guys wanna connect your Wii controllers now or wait till you do the practice exercises?"

"We can wait, but can we all just practice our sports first and then like start? I hate having to switch between each sport." Maya requests, securing the remote to her wrist.

"Sure," Colin answers, moving to go sit down on the sofa, dragging me with him.

"Perfect," Kay smiles.

Maya goes first, and of course, she's God awful. Then Kay follows suit. And lastly, me. Needless to say, we're all pretty damn bad. The huge shit-eating grin on all of the guys faces just makes this all the more better.

When it's time for the real games to actually start, we pull out our own Wii remotes and connect them.

"Hey, hold on," Derrick's smile slowly starts to drop. "How is your skill level that high? All beginners start at zero. Unless..."

"She played you my nigga," Colin claps loudly and begins laughing. Ricardo soon joins in.

"But," Derrick falters. "Why?"

"Should have let her get the pizza she wanted my nigga..." Colin shakes his head.

"The fuck Maya?!" He basically whines. "You're over 1000 for fucks sake! That's beyond pro!"

"Game on motherfucker," Maya smirks, shaking her head from left to right to loosen up her muscles.

Game on indeed. One things for sure; this is going to be one hell of a night.