Warning: This chapter has strong references to sex. Nothing heavy, but be warned. Hope you guys are glad I'm back!

After three more drinks, I manage to coax Kennedy onto the dance floor to get away from his meaningful stares and questions about Isaac. Dragging Kennedy onto the dance floor, the familiar feeling of his hand laced through mine. I drag him on the opposite side from where Isaac and co were. Pushing his body close to mine, his arms lace around my back holding me to his familiar body I look up at him and smile. Flash backs of previous parties and dances flitter through my mind. Everything familiar and safe, his arms fit perfectly to my body.

"I still love you," he says through the music.

Closing my eyes, my head drops to the floor avoiding his gaze. My heart, swollen and my stomach gurgling I knew even if I was in the middle of a thing with Isaac I still loved Kennedy whole heartedly. Pulling me close to his chest, I feel him place three kisses on the top of my head. "C'mon, lets go somewhere quiet to talk," Kennedy mumbles to me.

I nod and follow him from the dance floor, throwing a look back at Isaac. Dragging Jackson from the dance floor he is unaware that I was here entirely. With Erica on the opposite side, I knew from now on I could never be friends with either of them. Stepping into a side room, only a crate was sitting on the centre of the room collecting dust. Kennedy leads me inside, shutting the door behind him. The pumping noise from outside vibrating the walls, I was able to think again.

I sit down on the crate and look up at Kennedy. "You want to talk?" I say.

Kneeling down in front of me, he nods, "Yeah, I want to talk about how we could make it work," placing either hand on my knees he looks at me with a sparkle in his eye. He knows it's working, he knows what he's doing.

"Even if I wanted to make it work, it can't. I live too far away," I answer him.

He shakes his head, "Elspeth we've been friends for years. Just speaking to you know is enough, phones, computers hell even Skype. We can keep in constant contact," he says, his eyes tracing over my entire face.

"Yeah and what about the sex? I know you say you could wait for me to come back but I know that's a lie. You could barely contain yourself when I was around," I say.

He shakes his head, "Elspeth there has only been one girl I've ever loved and there is only one girl I want to have those memories with. You," he says.

I sigh and drop my head, "Kennedy I can't OK, I can't make myself agree to this and then be hurt when I find out you slept with a cheerleader at a party when you were drunk,"

"I love you," Kennedy says, pushing up he presses his lips against mine in a quick haste to make me feel his love. With the mixture of emotions of Kennedy and Isaac mixed with the amount of alcohol through my system I feel an explosion inside my chest of passion.

Grabbing onto him, I push my tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Trailing his fingers over my skin, he leaves a warm path behind him. We tumble off the crate, my back hitting the old wooden boards of the room. The wood biting into my back made everything more sensual. One hand held Kennedy's weight off me and the other dragged its way down my stomach. Using both hands, I remove his belt from his pants and gently tug down his pants.

Like a thousand times before, I was lost in the moment and familiarity of Kennedy led me to combine our bodies once more. Everything about him was safety, the smell, the feel of his entire body inside and on me. The passion and the heat radiating off his body, I was able to experience once more before the end of our night together.

I wake in the morning in my bed with a giant hangover and a memory looming over my head. After our moment in the room, we returned to the party and drank until a girls body was found effectively shutting down the party. I check my phone to see three messages from Kennedy and one from Isaac.

K: Seeing were only friends right, can we debrief last night like rational humans?

K: Side note the party is on Sunday at one pm, he likes Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

K: Oh yeah, I still love you.

I: Didn't see you at the party last night, did you go?

Rubbing my eyes, I answer both boys.

K: I'll be there, don't fret. I still may love you too, but it doesn't change anything.

I: Yeah I was, whose lips are softer mine or Erica's?

Putting my phone on silent, I roll out of the bed and grab a small pink dress and try to wash off last night's memories and mistakes in a shower that seemed to last a lifetime. I take my time, pampering myself. Shaving, moisturising and exfoliating my body I feel as if I'm a new girl when I exit the bathroom back into my own room. I gasp, my hand going to my throat as a figure sits on my bed, staring at the floor with vacant eyes.

"Stiles, how did you get in here?" I demand.

"Ah, Alison let me in," he replies quietly.

"Are you OK?" I ask him noticing his quiet vacant voice and posture. Settling down on the bed beside him, he drags his eyes over to me.

"You're Aunt tried to kill Scott last night," he remarks.

I pull back in confusion, "What? Why?" I ask.

He sighs and looks to me, "Elspeth it's time we talked about the wolf in the room," he says.