I thought I was falling in love with Tony. I thought that, in some funny way, I had probably loved him for many summers already but had been too busy having sex with him to actually realize that I had feelings for him. And the more I spent time with him, the clearer it became to me – I was very much and very deeply falling in love with him.

”I think you're falling in love with me.”

The sound of Tony's voice, even though it was nothing but a whisper, sounded so clear in my ears. I was staring at him laying next to me on his bed, and only then noticed that he was staring at me, too.

”You're still drunk,” I whispered.

”But I will be sober in the morning but you're still going to have feelings for me,” he said and, oh, how true it was.

”But you have feelings for me, too,” I whispered.

Well, okay, maybe I wasn't exactly sure about that. It felt like I was walking on thin ice and trying to figure out what was real and what wasn't real. But there must have been a reason for why he couldn't keep his hands off me.

”I do,” he finally admitted really, really quietly.

He blinked and licked his lips and I couldn't help but study his every move. He was barely even drunk anymore, I realized, and if ever, that was when he was completely honest about his feelings. He wasn't going to lie to me.

”But you like Kelsey more than me.”

”Not true. I like the both of you in different ways,” he told me.

”But I'm better in bed than she is.”

”True.”

”But I still think you're falling in love with me,” he whispered and I swallowed hard.

”That is... True,” I admitted.

He didn't say anything, only nodded slightly and then closed his eyes. I leaned closer to him and buried my face against his neck and hair and took a deep breath in. Being there, in his bed and close to him, was my absolute favourite place to be on Earth. And even if he was slightly drunk, I liked having honest conversations with him.

”Tony?” I whispered really quietly against his skin.

”Yeah?”

”You're not really going to fly back tomorrow morning, are you?” I asked.

”What?”

”You were talking earlier with somebody on the phone and said that you'd fly home tomorrow.”

”Oh... No, I'm not leaving,” he whispered, ”I'm not leaving you.”

”Are you really staying for me?”

”Sort of...”

”What's that supposed to mean?”

”The sex is so good that I don't think I've had enough of it just yet,” he murmured and turned his head to side, pressing his lips against my mouth and giving me a kiss.

”You little shit,” I mumbled and giggled as he wrapped his arms more tightly around me.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of Tony throwing up on the floor. His body was still resting next to me but he was leaning off the bed and emptying his stomach to the floor. The sounds that he made weren't pleasant at all and I grimaced as I opened my eyes and looked at him. I reached closer and started rubbing his back while he puked. When he was finished, he let out a dramatic sigh and laid down on his back again. He rubbed his face with his hands.

”It's a good thing you didn't throw up in the bed,” I mumbled.

”Don't joke. I'm in a very sensitive state of mind. I don't think I've ever felt this horrible,” he whined and groaned loudly.

”Do you want water or something?” I asked and he nodded.

I got up from the bed and grabbed Tony's shirt from the floor and pulled it on before making my way into the kitchen. Vic sat there and was looking at his phone as I walked in.

”Morning,” I said and waved my hand at him.

”Morning. How's Tony doing? I heard the sound of throwing up coming from his room,” Vic said. I shrugged.

”If he's able to drink a whole bottle of whiskey so fast then he has to be able to face what comes after,” I said.

I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Then I made my way back into the bedroom and the awful smell of vomit reached my nose. I grimaced and handed the bottle to Tony before opening the windows.

I watched as he sat up on the bed and ruffled his hair before drinking some water. He turned to look at me and I flashed a smile.

”How are you feeling?” I asked him.

”Like shit,” he mumbled, ”I don't think I'll leave the bed today.”

”You need to clean your vomit, though.”

”Do I? What if I leave it right there on the floor?”

”Tony – ”

”I was joking, calm down. Come here,” he patted the spot on the bed next to him. I moved closer and sat down on the bed.

”That shirt looks so much better on you,” he murmured as he brushed my hair back and touched my face with his cold fingers. I shivered under his touch and smiled. He was about to pull me into a kiss but I pressed my hand against his mouth and pushed his head away.

”You just threw up,” I whispered.

”But I really want to kiss you...”

”Then brush your teeth and come back. And clean that,” I said and pointed at the vomit on the floor.

He let out a dramatic sigh and bit my finger gently before getting up from the bed. I laid down and waited for him to brush his teeth and clean which took him for about twenty minutes. I had drifted back to sleep when I felt hands on me and soon somebody's lips were against my neck. I smiled and opened my eyes to see Tony's face in front of mine and thought to myself that, ”I could wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life.” And I didn't mean waking up to somebody throwing up next to me but waking up to somebody leaving kisses on my skin.

”Did you take a shower? You smell good,” I whispered and touched his face.

He nodded and leaned in to kiss me again. I grabbed the back of his head and didn't let him pull away so we continued kissing for a moment. After a little kissing he started moving his hands under my shirt and soon was trying to pull it off.

”Do you think this a good idea? Vic is right there, probably in the living room,” I whispered against his lips. He pulled away slightly and opened his eyes, looking at me.

”You don't have to moan so loudly every time we do this,” he murmured, ”Don't worry, he won't hear anything.”

”Of course I have to moan if you make me,” I mumbled just as he crashed his lips against mine again.

I closed my eyes and allowed him to take all control. And as soon as the shirt that I had just been wearing was gone, his hands were everywhere, touching me, caressing me, rubbing me, teasing me. His lips, that were still tightly against mine, were kissing me softly which was nice for a change because usually he was rough. But mornings were different so morning sex was different, too.

The lower he moved his hand, the more excited I got. It was those hands that knew me the best and those exact same hands that had brought me such pleasure time after time. As his hand reached my more private area down there, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud. His touch was gentle as he rubbed and stroked me, and my god, I never wanted him to stop.

His lips were against my bare skin the whole time, kissing my neck or lips, as his hands worked their magic downstairs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and buried my face against his shoulder. I pressed my lips against his skin and tried to keep quiet as he did to me what he did best.

It was as if he had been only preparing me for the best, I realized, as he suddenly started pushing my legs apart. He laid down between them and grabbed my face, pulling me into a kiss. His body was hot, in every way, and the situation was getting really heated. The air in the room didn't smell like vomit anymore – it smelled like sweat and sex. Tony's hangover seemed to have disappeared completely which made me happy.

He moved his hands down again and started positioning himself between my thighs. He let out a groan when he slid himself into me. I bit my lip harder than before and got used to the feeling of somebody being inside of me again. He thrust deeper and I couldn't help but moan loudly.

He slammed his lips against mine in order to keep me quiet, and started slamming his hips into mine. He was still extremely gentle, even though I noticed that he wanted to pick up the pace.

It was just getting really good when there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat and I froze. Tony lifted his head up, never letting go of me or pulling out of me, and looked at the door. I was sure we were both hoping that Vic, who was probably the one knocking, wouldn't come in because the door wasn't even locked.

”Uh, Tony?” Vic's voice came from the other side of the door. He knocked again.

”Yeah?” Tony exclaimed.

”There's somebody here to see you...”

”Who is it?”

”It's, uh, Kelsey,” Vic's voice sounded a lot more quiet now.

My eyes flew wide open and I could feel Tony holding his breath. Kelsey?

”Fuck,” he whispered and finally pulled out of me.

He rolled off my body and quickly got up from the bed. He walked over to his closet and started pulling his boxers on.

”I'll be right there. Just... Give me a minute, buddy,” Tony exclaimed to Vic.

I sat up on the bed, feeling disappointed that our moment was ruined like that but at the same time felt extremely relieved that not Vic nor Kelsey had walked in on us having sex.

But what was Kelsey doing there? And how had I forgotten that Tony had a girlfriend? She had only left a week earlier and was already back. And I was afraid that this time she was there to stay. She must not have come back to break up with him so she was most likely there to try and fix their awful relationship. And I was afraid that Tony would realize that after all he really just wanted to be with Kelsey.

”Wait here and don't make a sound,” Tony whispered and threw a fresh t-shirt at me. I bit my lip and nodded. He got out of the room and I sighed before laying down again.