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Twitching in her sleep, Barbie grunted in frustration, opening her eyes slightly - after last night, her head was buzzing as if it had been hit with a sledgehammer. Touching her temple with the palm of her hand, she winced slightly as she rubbed it.

"Damn, we didn't drink, why does my head hurt so much?"

Standing up on the bed, the girl looked around the place where she was, immediately noticing the familiar order from childhood - Ken's room was always perfectly clean. The blonde leaned back on the bed, burrowing into the blanket up to her chin - she didn't want to get up anywhere. Too bad it was Tuesday. She thought she just wouldn't go to school.

Grumbling to herself, she was glad to know that she would not be missed at home - her parents were away with her sisters, and the eldest had been left to look after the cottage. The only thought that kept her awake again was that she had no memory of being in her friend's room. She remembered that they had agreed on a sleepover and that they had gone to a club together with friends to relax, and then everything was like a blur.

Exhaling softly, she suddenly felt an unbearable urge to cough - her throat felt as if she had just thrown in a package of ground pepper. After clearing it (throat, not pepper), she buried her nose in the light sheet-it smelled of Ken's cologne. Hiding your attraction to him was very difficult, especially when you were both standing under the mistletoe with your cheeks as red as boiled crayfish. She then still kissed him on the nose (of course, as a friend!), then hugging him by the belt and quietly congratulating him on Christmas. Why, it was only a month ago. Barbie still remembers how wildly their hearts were pounding.

She knew it was time to end this circus-it had been nearly two weeks since their return from Floravia, where both had failed to hide their emotions during their dance. It was an incredible feeling that still made Barbie shiver like she was in a fever. There was such chemistry between them that the air around them almost sparkled.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice the creak of the door to the room. Quietly slapping his bare feet on the floor, Ken slipped into the room, afraid to wake his friend. Stepping softly on the carpet, the guy went to the closet, opening it and looking for the right things - he had just come out of the shower in only a towel and boxers.

Grabbing a pair of house pants and a T-shirt, the blond turned to the bed, watching the girl. A gentle smile spread itself across her face. He draped the towel over his shoulders as he sat down on the bed next to his friend.

Barbie felt someone sit down on the bed next to her, so, realizing who it was, she opened her eyes slightly, meeting the azure pools. Ken raised his eyebrows a little, not expecting the blonde to be awake.

- Did I wake you? - there was a hint of guilt in his voice, - Sorry...

- Don't apologize, - she finally slightly crawled out from under the covers, funny wrinkling her nose, which made the guy involuntarily smile, and his smile was transmitted to her, - I woke up myself a few minutes ago.

- All right... How are you doing?

- Not bad , - she snorted funny, imperceptibly admiring the view of his gorgeous torso, - My head really hurts, and I don't remember much. What happened?

- Last night at the club you got sick and we came to me, - the guy still decided to keep silent about what happened yesterday and about her indecent behavior at his house, which she does not remember, touching his palm to the forehead of his beloved and checking the temperature, - And I told you that you should not have eaten a kilogram of ice cream in one breath.

There was a look of indignation in his eyes, and Barbie couldn't help but laugh hoarsely.

- Oh, come on, it was good! - feeling his hand on her forehead, she smiled, looking at the guy who was carefully examining her, to which he only rolled his eyes, exhaling in resignation, - Daddy Ken, I will obey!

- Wh-what? - The blonde almost choked, quickly disguising his nervous laugh under a cough, - Well, you're already infecting me!

Not wanting to go down a slippery slope, he changed the subject. Barbie laughed self-consciously, grabbing his hand and lightly tickling it, which made the lifeguard laugh merrily, shivering and reflexively pulling his hand back. Then he finally caught her shameless fingers in his palm, noticing that they were hotter than usual.

Still holding her hand in his, he leaned down to her face and touched his lips to her forehead, checking for heat. Barbie closed her eyes, blushing in embarrassment, because the actions of her lover made her tremble with every second more and more.

The surfer pulled away from her, looking earnestly into her friend's eyes. Her skin was warmer by a few degrees. He concluded that he should give her an antipyretic.

- Barbara, - his gentle yet stern gaze made her feel like a little girl being scolded by her parents, - you've got a cold! I told you so!

She smiled guiltily, looking up at him innocently, knowing full well that this was something Ken would never be able to resist. And she was right. As soon as he saw her expression, he pursed his lips, lowering his head to her stomach in resignation.

- You did it on purpose, didn't you?

- Yes! - she laughed, ruffling his short, damp hair, - Go give me a hug?

- If you infect me, who will treat us? -  he exhaled, still lifting himself up and crawling over her, only to settle into her arms a few seconds later and rest his head on her chest, - Is this going to be Blissа?

- And, by the way, I need to feed her!

- Lie down, you idiot, and don't jump, - he pressed her with his weight to the bed, - I took her. She's down there with Smoke right now.

- Aah... - she snuggled up to him, feeling his heart pounding, - Thank you...

Barbie giggled and hugged him, realizing that this gesture of his attention was literally vital to her. The thought flashed through her mind that she would be happy to wake up every day like this, with him. And it does not matter at all what they would have done before - playing a game console or rough sex. Or maybe all of them together. Blushing from such thoughts, the girl squeezed the guy harder in her arms, to which he sighed blissfully, warming himself on the blonde's chest.

They lay there until the girl sniffed. Listening to her steady breathing, he carefully eased himself out of her arms, sliding off the bed. Obeying some strange tender impulse, which he could not restrain, the guy gently ran his hand over her cheek, immediately feeling all the velvety skin of her skin. He rocked forward slightly, unsure of what he was doing, and then leaned down to her face, lightly kissing her temple. Pulling away, he got out of bed, and then put on the pants lying next to him and took a T-shirt with him. With one last look at his friend, he left the room and headed down to the kitchen in search of an antipyretic.

As soon as the door creaked shut, announcing that she was alone in the room, the blonde opened her blue eyes sharply, and her lips stretched themselves in a wide smile. Putting her hands to her mouth, she squeaked in embarrassment, still feeling the warmth of his lips on her temple. Her cheeks turned red against her will. The girl grabbed the sheet with her hands, covering her head.

"He kissed me! He kissed me!"

All thoughts were immediately captured by this action, and Barbie, utterly confused, replayed this moment in her head again and again. However, after a while, the mind clouded by the disease refused to work and the blonde actually fell asleep.

Ken, who had already put on his shirt, was digging in the pharmacy, dissatisfied with the fact that mom put the heat-absorbing on the bottom. Finally, he dug the drug among the pile of drugs, serfer took the glass of water and took the pack of pills into his hands, began to climb to the second floor. When she was upstairs, the blond man left everything on the bedside table beside the bed, and he climbed onto the bed beside her friend.

They often lay down together, so why not lie now? Barbie was crazy about his arms, and because he was always for. They knew they were much more than friends, but they had no strength to step over that damn. So far.

As soon as the guy lay on the bed, Barbie immediately pressed against him, obviously feeling the source of heat. He opened his eyes in surprise, then decided to just enjoy it. Feeling her head on his chest, he embraced her, making her feel safe.

The thought that they were stuck at the same stage of their relationship immediately entered his mind. He rested his cheek on the top of her head, pulling her closer. Thinking about the girl made him feel like an idiot in love, afraid to tell her how he felt. And it's not even that Barbie could reject him. It was that his feelings could be a hindrance to their long-standing friendship.

Caught up in his own thoughts, the blonde didn't notice how her friend stirred, opening her eyes. Her head was resting on his chest. She blinked, immediately feeling something slightly sticky trickle down her chin. Barbie blinked, startled, noticing that she had been drooling on her friend's T-shirt in her sleep.

Turning his attention to the blonde's tossing and turning, the surfer looked at her, noticing the confusion and fright in her eyes. Not understanding the reason for such a sharp change in her mood, the guy just had time to open his mouth to ask, as she immediately touched her hands to his T-shirt, quickly rubbing the wet spot.

- Ken, I'm sorry! - her voice was thick with guilt and embarrassment, and she looked like she was about to run away, - I'm sorry, please! Do you want me to wash it?

The guy did not understand the reason for these apologies until the girl tried to frantically remove a wet spot on his T-shirt. He looked down at his chest and then back at his lover, laughing softly as he nuzzled her neck.

- Roberts, don't panic! It's all right! - he stroked her head gently, soothing her, and then pulled away from her, looking into her beautiful eyes, - You know what I want?

- Mmm? - Barbie stared at him with interest, apparently reassured by his actions, - What?

- This one.

The blond man moved closer to her, looking straight into her eyes. Her blue pools stared at him with interest and no resistance at all. After looking at her for a moment, he leaned a little closer, and the blonde girl suddenly shifted her body, and he finally touched her lips, kissing them.

It was their first mutual kiss.
Images of all their shared moments popped up in front of both of them. Not expecting herself to be so aggressive, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her hand in his hair. It was as hot as if they were in the mouth of a volcano. His bangs fell over her forehead, and the blonde, whose blush seemed to exceed all reasonable limits and even spread to her neck, lightly ran her hand through his hair, combing it back.

The guy suddenly pulled away, looming over her. His eyes were filled with guilt and confusion. He said.

- I-I'm sorry, Barbie! I didn't want... I mean, I wanted to, but...! - he looked away in confusion, - I'll probably go...

He was about to get up when he was pulled back by the shirt. She yanked him roughly, causing him to literally fall on top of her. Ken barely had time to spread his arms to avoid bumping heads with the blonde.

- Do you know what I want? - her brows drew together, and she brushed Ken's nose against hers, - The same, you fool!

Before the surfer could say anything, he was pulled even closer by the collar of his T-shirt. Roberts kissed him hard on the mouth, her tongue invading his mouth furiously.

Ken was taken aback. It was what he wanted, but not what he expected. However, at such a moment, he did not want to think at all, and he succumbed to her, reciprocating the assertive lips of the blonde.

Very quickly, their kiss turned into something wild and out of control.

They kissed each other wherever they could-the exposed areas of the shoulders, the cheeks, the lips, the forehead, the hands.

They bit each other, leaving bright teeth marks.

They touched tongues, weaving them in a wild dance of their passion.

The blonde in her rush bit the guy on the shoulder and left a red mark that will clearly show off in this place for a long time.

The surfer retaliated by giving her a similar bite on her neck.

When the couple finally broke away from each other, lying in an embrace on the bed, Ken kissed her ear, and then buried his lips in her neck.

- I love you... - he ran his nose gently over her skin, - I love...

She giggled slightly at the action, obviously excited by the tickle.

- Haha, Ken... - she gasped as he kissed her chin, almost laughing out loud, - I... I love you, too...

- Be my girlfriend, Roberts.

- I will, - she smiled, hugging him, - but I think you're going to get sick.