It all started with Joy.

Chapter 4: Oh, so naughty and oh, so dumb.

Jesse.

I don't know what has come over me; Lily is my best friend, and I have never seen her in a different light up until tonight when my words resulted in her violently blushing. She looked so damn cute and innocent, coughing to cover her embarrassment. Then, in that small kitchen, all I could think about was to hold her and kiss her exposed neck; I must be going mad because she is my best friend, for crying out loud. I thought I had got a grip on the situation, pushing the dirty images that kept sneaking in at the back of my head, telling me that I hadn't had sex for far too long and that my dick was fantasising about the only available woman. But then, she had to come in, holding my little niece, and she looked perfect, like she has been created to hold a baby. She was so close to me, every breath of oxygen filled by her coconut conditioner, and I snapped, my mind and my body not connected anymore.

I kissed her.

I fucking kissed her.

My best friend.

Shit.

She tested like the cherry lip balm she always wears, and her full and luscious lips made my head spin. I wanted to stop, I wanted to pull away, but she was my opposite magnet, and I was fucking attracted to her. My ears were ringing, and my heart threatened to burst out when she did not respond to my kiss; however, when she did, my heart actually ripped a hole in my chest, and walked out. When she pulls away, I am huffing and puffing just like she is, her lips now reddened by the forbidden activity; she giggles -music to my ears- and I just want to hold her for a while, enjoying this strange feeling before it vanishes.

"I think we need to bring Joy back to her parents," she reminds me, and my eyes shift to my niece who is now peacefully sleeping in my arms. I shake my head yes, and I follow her out of the small office we have been trapped in for the past fifteen minutes.

What on earth happened in there?

I am going to blame the hormones, and the excessive amount of love raging in this ward.

When the new little family is finally settled in a postnatal room, it is time for the midwives to do their handover, so I decide to wait for Lily as we are both headed home.

"I'll come by this afternoon, alright? Call me if you need anything, and send me pictures of my niece," Lily demands before disappearing into the changing room to get out of the wet and bloody scrubs she has been in all night. I wait for her near the entry to the ward, leaning against the edge of a wall. I have just had the weirdest and wildest night of my life; I have been guilted into being my sister's birthing partner; I have held a little human; and I have kissed my best friend, which is the biggest no-no in our relationship.

"Hi," a young girl, probably around 22, waves a hand in my face, grabbing my attention. I recognise her; she was one of the midwives sitting in the office early this morning. Her natural red hair is now down, cascading on her back whereas there is a hint of tiredness in her grey eyes, "I'm Tiffany, and you must be Jesse," she states, and I nod in agreement.

"How can I help you?" did she hear me in the office this morning? Is she going to tell me off?

She chews on her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, trying to appear seductive, but the gesture has been exaggerated and it has lost its touch. Lily has the same bad habit, her lips are always chapped and cracked, but hers is just natural; she does it anytime she is excited, anxious, in doubt, and she drives me a little crazy to the point that she makes me want to grab her hands and pull her bottom lips with my own teeth to stop her.

What the hell is happening to me.

Open these windows and get this oxytocin out, people.

"You're hot," she points out, bluntly.