A Little More (Spinoff of Wanted) (BMWW)

Chapter 3: Confessions

A/N: Sorry I'm so late! Please enjoy!

*~! Andrew's POV !~*

The ride to the shore was ridiculously quiet with both of us trying in the three and a half hours of travel not to bring up last night. I kept glancing at her as she pretended to be asleep. I've known this girl for ten years, and I know when she's sleep, she talks. They were mostly jokes about me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Krys," I called, and she sat up, looking at me. "How about we just spend the day on the boardwalk, you know, playing games or whatever," I suggested. She thought for a moment before nodding.

"And what shall we do afterwards?"

"Maybe a club or two. You brought enough clothes, right?" I asked at a stop light.

"Yeah, I've got a few kinky things. I don't think your eyes would mind it, tonight," she winked. This was the hard part about our relationship. I couldn't help but get a hard on at her purring, and yet I would have to remind myself that we were using each other; sex and friendship were in my job description, not wanting to fall in love.

"Oh do you? We will only sleep together if we absolutely have to. The scratches on my back need to heal," I muttered. That was a cover up to say I was actually starting to like her more than a friend. That was code word for "I need a break from sleeping with you until I figure out what's going on," and she didn't catch it.

"Come on, Drew. We know we will both bring someone to the hotel, and get fed up with them the second they open their mouth," she disagreed.

"Well maybe tonight's our lucky night," I tried to stay optimistic. If Krystal didn't want me, maybe I would be lucky enough to find a decent girl and settle down with her.

"And if we both find someone, and date them, what would that leave of this- this friendship?!" She screamed mockingly.

"It will only leave two broken hearts darling. But we will always find our way back to each other," I tried in my best English accent. Fooling around with Krys was the best part of my day. And considering we were together for eighteen hours of the day, allowing the other six for sleep, she was the best part of every moment.

"You're so silly," she laughed, and I parked at the hotel.

"This is it," I cleared my throat. As usual, I was at her door, opening it as she took my hand, and we went in.

"Welcome to Sea-N-Sun Hotel! How may I help you two?" The bubbly lady at the desk asks.

"Can we have the honeymoon suite?" I chuckle as I see Krystal's eyes grow wide.

"Sure. Newlyweds?" She grins as she accepts my card, and slides it.

"Oh, hardly. We've been married, for what, two years now darling?" I smirk.

"Yes, you're right. He was a cheat on my sister with me which left a kid or two, but who's counting?" She shrugs. The lady gapes at us before handing us two room keys.

"Nice," I compliment as we was to the elevator.

"I learned from the best," Krys mumbled with a laugh as we step on the elevator. I remember our day in the elevator, and then the office, where I professed my want to be in a relationship.

I didn't think this through. We would both be forced to sleep in the same bed, and Lord knows I wouldn't be able to not cuddle with her. Last night, with her laying in my arms, felt right. It felt like my body was made to cradle her petite 5'5 frame. She fit perfectly. Had it not been for my growling stomach, and fear of her actually realizing that she wanted me to stay, I wouldn't have moved.