I been sleepin' for 40 days and I know I'm sleeping 'cause this dream's too amazin'

I been sleepin' for 40 days and I know I'm sleeping 'cause this dream's too amazin' by pinklipstiiick featuring acqua di parma

I nuzzled against Dean, his body warm and too tempting to pass up. His eyes fluttered open as I pressed my lips against his neck gently, moaning quietly against his neck to drive him a little crazy and get him in the mood. I was a woman who knew what she wanted and that was currently him. It'd been this way since the night he told me he might be leaving. We hadn't spend a night apart since yet, honestly we hadn't spent much time apart at all. We were like magnets, my attraction to him becoming almost too much to bear. I wasn't sure how I'd be able to let him leave in a month, but I was more than willing to worship every last minute I had with him now. “Dean…..” I whispered, nipping at his ear.

“Mmm?” He turned towards me and pushed my hair out of my face, looking even sexier in the morning than a normal person should.

“Are you awake?”

He grinned at me, “I am now….”

His words trailed off as my hand found his dick, which was already hard. Fuck. He was so tempting, I could seriously get used to this. “I want to take a shower…..” I whispered, my kisses moving down to his chest.

“Oh yeah?”

I nodded and straddled his body slowly, noticing how it was hard in all the right places. “More specifically? I want you in the shower," I bit down on my lip and he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, holding my body close to his and grinning.

“I will never say no to that," He replied before I heard the buzzer to his apartment go off.

I rose an eyebrow and glanced sideways at the clock beside the bed, “Who the hell is visiting you at seven in the morning?”

He groaned, “There are only two people who consistently show up here early. And Garrett is at Thea’s already so…”I stared at him and waited for him to finish his statement. “It’s Kiley.”

His ex... why? “Why?” I asked after what seemed like an hour of silence.

“She’s an early riser?” He replied, my body already moving off of his as I muttered under my breath that that wasn't what I meant. I was more curious as to why she was here. He gave me an apologetic look and hovered over my body. “I’ll get rid of her," He replied, kissing my neck. “I have a shower to get to.” I

I grinned as he winked, "Hurry.”

He slipped into a pair of jeans and headed out of the bedroom, making me once again wish we'd gone to my place instead. The other night I had to listen to Garrett and Thea... that of course paled in comparison to this. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of his bed and looked for something to wear. I settled on one of his shirts that I yanked off of him the other night and discarded on the chair in his room. I pulled it over my head and reached for a clean pair of panties, one of the lacy kinds that showed off my ass and would drive him insane if I teased him just the right way. I ran a hand through my hair and left the bedroom, hearing hushed voices and trying to decide on going all the way into the living room where his ex was or just keep hiding in the room.

I walked into the living room without another thought, my face turning red when I saw his ex and how pretty she was. I mean, it was 7 in the morning. My hair wasn't even brushed yet and I didn't have a hint of makeup on my face... while she looked fresh off a fashion shoot.

“Um….hi," I said awkwardly, tugging at the hem of his tee and wishing that it could grow in length.

The ex took a second to look me up and down, “Huh….another exotic looking brunette. Shocking. It’s almost as if you can’t move on or something….”

He shot Kiley a look as I widened my eyes, “Be nice Ki.”

I didn't like her. I hated being judgmental since Gran raised me better than that... but I didn't like her.

She waved a hand in the air as if dismissing me, "I'm joking Dean! I'm always nice, aren't I?"

I highly doubted that.

She made herself comfortable on the couch and already had her laptop out on her lap, crossing her legs at her ankles as she opened it and started typing away on the keys. I felt out of place, like I was the one who didn't belong there and had just stumbled in on someone sharing an intimate moment. Women were predatorial, I knew that from experience and I didn't have a doubt that the same applied to Kiley. She had a past with Dean, a past that went far beyond anything we ever had or had just started. "Do you have any coffee? I was going to grab breakfast on the way, but figured you could make those eggs I like..."

"I'm kind of busy right now Ki..." He trailed off and I could feel his eyes move to me, my own eyes still on her as I crossed my arms over my chest.

She lifted her head up and looked at me for a long moment before turning to look at Dean, "Did you just wake up?"

"Yes," He replied flatly, getting a sigh out of me since I was positive that she wasn't planning on leaving and that he was too nice to kick her out of his apartment.

"You skipped your morning run?" She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "Huh. Old habits are hard to break, you know?"

I blinked, wondering what she meant by that because I didn't think she was just talking about a morning jog around the block or the fresh pot of coffee she expected to be waiting for her. Okay. I was getting jealous... and I didn't do jealousy well. "I'll make coffee," I said in a monotone voice, turning on my heel before anyone could agree or reject to my words. I headed straight for the kitchen, making the damn coffee while listening to Kylie comment on my choice of clothes, Dean letting her know that the shirt was his and her saying she remembered peeling it off his body on more than one occasion.

I dropped the cream, watching it spill all over the tiles and grabbing a towel to clean it up. "Jesus Christ," I muttered to myself and scrubbed the floor clean.

"I could get used to this view," Dean said from behind me, setting his hands on my hips as I stood up and he pulled my body into his. "I'm sorry..."

"For?" I played innocent, trying to focus on the way his body fit perfectly against mine and pushing the thought of his ex out of my head.

"For not being in the shower with you right now..." He slid his hand under the front of my shirt to knead my breast. I stifled a moan and pressed my ass up against him automatically. "For not having my mouth wrapped around your perfect breasts right now," He pinched my nipple and we both groaned. "It would be so easy to bend you over right now and slip inside of you..."

"How long would it take your ex to figure out what we were doing? Maybe she'd leave," I joked, my voice still not showing my feelings.

"Dean! Extra sugar in mine please!" She yelled out and we both groaned again. 

“I'm not sure that would make you any sweeter," I said under my breath and Dean chuckled. I turned to him and blushed, “I didn’t mean to say that out loud…”

He shook his head, “It’s fine. She can be a little….”

“Territorial?” I finished for him when he didn't say anything.

“I guess…” He trailed off, pouring three cups of coffee and adding a giant lump of sugar into one. He offered it to me and I shook my head.

“Black for me.”

He raised an eyebrow at me but then smirked, “A woman after my own heart.”

I blushed a little before taking my mug and walking beside Dean into the living room. Kiley set down her computer as he gave her the coffee and looked back at me in the same way I was looking at her. This was awkward. “So…I have to know. What is it that makes you so special anyways?” She asked point blank.

Dean glared at her and I widened my eyes again, wondering if I had heard her correctly. “Excuse me?” I asked, knowing that my pigment had just gone a full shade darker.

“I'm just wondering because no one would even consider turning down a paycheck like the one he’s offered all for just a piece of ass.”

“Kiley," Dean warned again but she waved him off, as crude as a sailor.

"I mean no offense or anything. I know exactly what you’re getting out of it," She smirked. “I’ve been there you see.”

I stared at her blankly as she winked at me, it coming off as more of an insult than a joke. I narrowed my eyes, ‘I'm sorry….didn’t you dump Dean after high school?”

That set Kiley back a second. She set her mug down and then turned to Dean, “Huh. I wasn’t aware you were at the sharing time level of your relationship.”

He shook his head, “Maybe you should come back later.”

She rolled her eyes and set the mug down on the table, picking her laptop back up, "God Dean, I'll play nice with your new... what would you call yourself Jacquelyn? You two aren't dating... right?"

My lips parted but no words came out. We were dating, but we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn't exactly know how to define us since we were both going into this knowing it would all be over soon... no matter how bad we didn't want for it to end. It was complicated.

"Not a good sign," She added with a sigh, typing loudly as I kept staring at her. "And starting a relationship when Dean's planning on leaving soon? Bad idea."

Dean wrapped an arm around my shoulder, afraid that one of us might claw each other since the mood was getting real catty. I felt like I was in high school all over again and the mean girls were scowling me for dating their ex... ironically, I was that girl in high school. I guess what goes around really comes back to kick you in the ass. "I still haven't said yes," He replied and I looked up at him, surprised by his words since he told me that he'd already made up his mind and would be leaving in a month. I didn't know how I felt to be honest. On one hand, I wanted him to stay more than anything. Of course I wanted him to stay... but not because of me. He should stay because he wanted to; for his friends and family, work, etc. But if I were the reason he was staying? God the pressure would be unbearable.

I pressed a kiss against his lips and smiled a small smile, wishing I could know where his head was. A groan left Kylie, but when we pulled back to look at her she was smiling. "You guys are cute," She said in a monotone, not sounding even a hint of sincere. Honestly though, I couldn't blame her. If I were her? I'd probably hate me too.

"I think so too," I smiled at her, playing the same game she was.

“Mhmm…” She trailed off, but still didn’t take her eyes off me. It was like a secret contest between us and neither of us were willing to look away.

“I need to pee," Dean said out of nowhere and I could see him glancing at me from the corner of my eye as I kept my gaze on his ex. Without another word, he  went into the bathroom and Kiley went back to typing, completely ignoring my presence in the room. I felt like I should explain to her what was going on between Dean and I... but why did I owe that to her? Honestly, I didn't even know how to word what we were doing. We were together yeah, but we hadn't established much beyond that.

"It's not just about the sex," I said quietly and she looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. I didn't even know why I said it, why I was giving her that much of an insight into our relationship. I just wanted her to know that I cared about him... genuinely.

"No?" She asked, her gaze burning in mine. At least that's how it felt. She made me nervous, but maybe that was the fact that she looked like well... she was freaking gorgeous.

I shook my head slowly, "Not at all. I mean, the sex is amazing... but I like him. He's amazing."

She held up a hand as if stopping me, "I know... and trust me when I say that. But your history? And now you guys are already sleeping together after how many dates?" I blinked, not sure what she had heard about me or us, but if she heard about our first date? It probably wasn't good. "I'm only looking out for Dean because that's what he does. Meets a girl and falls head over heels for her... and when you get tired or -"

"It's not like that," I said flatly.

"Just make sure you know what you’re getting into. He’s leaving in less than a month.”

“You mean he’s going home with you right?” I asked, wondering if she was expecting them to get back together since she was used to having him at her beck and call. The fact that this woman held that power over him for so many years? It made it hard to stare at her for too long.

“I mean he’s not staying here," She replied, not confirming or denying what I suspected.

I glanced by the hallway and noticed Dean standing there, hoping he hadn't heard anything we were saying. Not that it was bad... I just didn't want him to see the effect she had on me. “Hey baby," I grinned at him, turning on my tiptoes and pressing a kiss against his lips. It was something we’d been doing anyways, kissing whenever we’d walk into a room together, but this time it probably looked like I was just trying to prove a point.

“So…” He looked at Kiley who was right back on her laptop. “I'm hungry….”

She looked up at him and grinned as if they were sharing some sort of secret, "Red velvet pancakes?"

"God yes," He nearly groaned and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes. I was being jealous, obviously, but I couldn't help it. The way I felt about Dean seemed to grow a little more each and every day and the fact that he was leaving soon? Maybe this was all just a bad idea. "Jac, are you -" He cut his words off and looked at me, stopping maybe because the look on my face said it all.

"I'm going to go grab my things. I have a meeting at noon and should probably go home and shower," I said in a monotone and turned on my heels before anyone could reply, making my way to him bedroom and feeling like an idiot. There was no meeting. I didn't even have to go into the office today... but did I care? No.

I closed the door behind me and peeled the shirt off, picking my bra up from off the nightstand and putting it on. My clothes from the previous week were everywhere, panties from last night on the floor and a little shredded, shirts and skirts on a chair and some laying on top of my overnight bag. I opened it up and tossed them all inside, grabbing a clean dress and pulling it over my head just as the door opened.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you still in love with your ex?" I asked point blank, trying to read his face for any emotion but just finding confusion.

"What?"

"You got on my case for getting back with my ex a few times... but you? You hook up with your ex every time she comes back home, you invite her into your place when she shows up at 7 in the morning and you have a naked girl in your bed... so, are you not over her?"

“It’s not like that," He shook his head but he had to see my point... because I did have one. I wasn't just being jealous over nothing, I had a valid excuse.

“You just moaned in front of her," I pointed out, my eyes narrowed as I remembered his face clearly when she mentioned red velvet pancakes. He looked like he might cum on the spot.

“She’s my friend.”

I just looked at him, swallowing and then running my hand through my hair.,“I believe that you think that Dean I really do, but if I was out of the picture? I'm pretty sure you’d be waking up with her and not me.”

He considered my words before opening his mouth again, “Jac I can’t still be in love with someone I was never in love with in the first place.”

Love or no love aside... they still dated and had history with each other. And honestly? The whole casual sex with an ex thing seemed worse since that could go on forever. “But you have feelings for her," I replied, now knowing what more to say.

He walked closer to me, close but still not touching me. “I have feelings for you," He said seriously. “Big feelings. The kind I didn’t ever have for her.”

I blinked and felt his words every where, wanting to throw myself into his arms and just make up already since I hated arguing.... but in the back of my head? I knew that I couldn't easily give in like that. The fact that he was leaving still remained. “But you’re leaving with her," I said in a small voice.

“It’s not with her. It’s not for her at all Jac.”

“Oh really? Tell her that because she seems to think differently,” I retorted, knowing that she was in the living room right this second looking at beds for Dean. Beds! I saw the page when I got up and it took everything in me not to say anything. Still was.

“I can’t speak for her, I don’t know what she thinks but I can speak for me and it’s not like that.”

“I need to get to work.”

He stopped me and walked out into the living room, his voice sharp even though hushed from where I stood, “Kiley, go back to your hotel.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

My arms crossed over my chest instantly and I glared into the hallway, part of me understanding why she was acting this way because if I had someone like Dean in my life? I wouldn't want to let them go so easy either.

But wasn't that exactly what I was doing?

“Next time you want to talk? Call first," He ordered and I widened my eyes, never seeing this side of him... even on our horrible date where if he spoke to me in that tone? I wouldn't have been so surprised.

“I like it when you’re bossy,” She replied and I bit my tongue before I said anything, hearing the front door open, “Call you later!”

The door slammed shut the door and not more than a minute later Dean was walking back down the hallway as I stared at him, never feeling so conflicted in my life. I didn't know what I wanted. Okay, I technically did... I wanted him. But how? This was all happening so soon and he would be leaving in less than a month... it was obvious that it wouldn't work and that wasn't just my reasonable side taking over. It was the facts. "Please don’t go," He said in a soft tone, staring back at me and looking like he might add more to the sentence.

I found myself nodding and a small smile working on my way as I bit my lip, "Okay..."

He walked closer to me and broke the distance, his arms wrapping around me and nothing ever having felt so right in my life. He wasn't the only one falling... I was falling and so hard. We weren't even official, we hadn't gone on more than five dates. None of this made sense to me, but I had no regrets and honestly? I felt like I couldn't stop. "I'm sorry," He breathed against my neck and kissed it, every negative thought leaving my head. "I didn't know she was -"

"Stop," I cut him off before he could bring her up again and pulled my head back, reaching for his chin with one hand and tilting my head up to kiss him since it felt like the last time we had kissed was too long. I leaned my chest into his and kissed him hard, knowing we didn't have much time left together and I was determined to make every second of it count.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, fighting for dominance as we started walking, me focused more on him as I took my steps backwards. We moved until my ass was pressed up against the desk in his room, his hands grabbing fabric and pulling my dress over my head. "I can't even think straight when you're around," He said almost inaudibly,

"I'm sorry," I lied with a smirk on my face, letting him undress me completely and touch every inch of me. My body felt on fire. My lips were still parted and small moans left me, silently begging for more.

Dropping his hands down to my ass, he lifted me up and set me on the desk, "You're not..."

"I'm not," I repeated and let my head fall back, closing my eyes as his lips moved down neck and towards my breasts. I loved when he touched me... but his lips on my body? That was my weakness. “Dean!” I gasped as he took my breast into his mouth and bit down on my nipple.

He smirked as he worshiped my body, even the slightest touch making me react loudly and my body kept shivering. Pulling back, he looked into my eyes, taking his hand and trailing his fingertips up my stomach to barely touching me. I gasped, my back arching and moaning when he let his fingers pinch at my nips ever so slightly. “Are you always so hypersensitive?” He smirked, finally taking my breasts and kneading them, exploring them, feeling the weight of them in his hands as if trying to memorize how they felt.

"It’s you…..” I choked out, my breathing hitched.

He chuckled, “That’s a good answer.”

I watched as he pulled away from me and took in the few as I groaned. “Come back," I pouted and he smirked, peeling off his t-shirt and then slipping out of his jeans. I watched and bit my lip, the view so fucking good I wanted to touch him all over. “Do you always go commando Mr. McGarritty?” I asked, tilting my  head to the side and letting my hair fall over my shoulder.

“I'm going to start if it makes you look at me like that," He commented before walking out of the room.

“Where are you going?!”

He peeked his head back in the doorway, “To turn on the shower. Aren’t you coming?” Shaking his head, he grinned, “Let me rephrase that. I'm going to turn on the shower….where you’ll be coming.”

I groaned and held out my hand, following behind him as he pressed me up against the hallway and kissing me hard. We moved another inch, stopping at every wall or surface to do the same we slowly made our way into the bathroom, wasting quite a lot of time but it really seemed like no waste at all. We broke apart only for a second so he could turn the water on, my body already pressed up against his back as he stood up. Letting my fingers move down his chest, I kissed his shoulder blade and took him in my hand, trying not to moan when I felt how hard he already was. "You're ready for me," I whispered against his skin and stroked him, feeling him get harder and harder with my touch.

He reached for my body, lifting me up and adjusting my body against his so his dick was resting against my pussy. I wanted him so bad... so bad that I was aching already. "If you keep touching me? We'll never make in to the shower," He grinned, gripping my ass tightly to keep me in place as he stepped into the shower, the water hitting my back and making me shiver.

I parted my lips as he leaned my back against the glass door, not wasting another minute and moving our bodies just slightly to slip inside of me. I was beyond ready, so wet I was dripping down my thighs. "Finally..." I trailed off and moved my eyes to his, a smile working its way onto my lips. The rest of the morning seemed like an eternity ago... like nothing else mattered to me when I was with Dean.

He pushed himself all the way inside of me and held himself there, his groans and my moans breaking the silence. "I'm never going to get over how tight you are..." He retreated out slowly, only to bury himself deep inside of me again. He was so huge... I'd never get over that.

"I love the way you feel inside of me," I smirked and tightened on purpose around him, the look on his face from that move driving me insane every single time.

“Damn it Jac," He groaned, squeezing my ass tighter in his hands. “Do you want me to drop you?”

“I doubt that would happen," I arched my back and moaned as he started a slow rhythm, fucking me up against the shower wall.

“You kill me…..” He trailed off watching my breasts move with our bodies.

“That wouldn’t do me any good at all……oh god…..” I moaned, my head thrown back as I dug my nails into his back.

“If only all my mornings were like this," He smirked, grasping my hips and pulling out only to slam back in as deep as he could get, capturing my groan in his  mouth as he kissed me.

“….so big….” I muttered, not even able to form a complete sentence. When he was inside of me, it was like I lost reality. “….so close…” I bit my lip and he pulled back and shook his head.

“Uh uh," He replied, holding himself inside of me and making my eyes fly open and breath out in a silent question that left him chuckling. “Too soon baby," He kissed my lips, pressing me up against the door hard as he let my body go. “I want you to turn around and bend over," He whispered against my ear roughly.

I about died, letting my feet hit the floor as soon as he pulled out of me. I missed him instantly, but did as he said, bending over and hearing him groan. Tossing my head over my shoulder, I looked at him slowly, my eyes starting on his erection and moving all the way up to where his eyes were on my ass. "I'm waiting," I said with a smirk, pushing my legs apart and grabbing a hold of the first thing I could which thankfully was a rail.

"I'm busy..." He trailed off, grinning as he kept staring.

I parted my lips as he stepped closed, his dick resting against my ass as he snaked a hand around my body to angle my hips where he needed them. Dropping a hand down to my clit, he rubbed and moved his fingers to push me open. A moan escaped me, leaving me breathless and positive that I couldn't talk. He made me speechless... he was so damn hot.

"Jacquelyn..." He kissed the side of my neck and worked two fingers into me, pumping them back and forth.

"Mmm?" I moaned in response, wimpering when he pulled his fingers out to guide his dick back inside of me. "Fuck... Dean," I said louder this time, still moaning and closing my eyes.

He grabbed my hips tight and sped up, cursing under his breath as my moans echoed around the room. “Remember when I told you you had a perfect ass?” He growled into my ear after kissing his way up my back.

“Mhmmmm," I moaned, still not able to manage a full sentence. The things he did to me were insane.

“I didn’t even know what perfect meant until now," He said seriously, missing the way I was blushing all over.

“God you kill me…..” I breathed out, pulling one hand off the rail to massage my breast.

He moved one of his hands to knead the other one, nothing better than this... Him deep inside of me, my hand on my own body while he kept kissing and touching me. It was as close as we could be and all I wanted was more, harder, better, deeper... I couldn’t get enough if I tried. “You kill me too," He nipped at my shoulder and then standing back up and grabbing my hips. Splaying his palm against my ass, he tapped it hard, making me moan.

"....close..." I said in a moan, more loud moans leaving me as soon as I said it.

His teeth sunk into my neck, sucking hard and guaranteeing marks. I didn't even care... he felt so fucking good, I never wanted him to stop. Never. "No," He replied back quietly, his words not more than a hot breath on me. I had goosebumps all over and was shivering, my pussy spasming around him like crazy. "Fuck baby," He growled against my skin, pinching my nipple and pulling at it.

I tossed my head back at the last second and came hard against him, the mix of him touching me and fucking me was too much to handle. "Dean..." I moaned out with my eyes shut tight, the sounds of our bodies louder as he kept going faster and harder inside of me.

His hand slid down the front of my chest and towards my pussy, his hand finding my clit and rubbing it to keep me riding my high. I swear, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. "You feel so fucking good," He whispered into my ear.

"Then cum with me..." I smirked and opened my eyes, turning my head to find his and give him a passionate kiss, both of us fighting for dominance in it. “Now baby…..please….” I moaned against his lips.

He roared against my mouth, coming so hard as he kept pressing down on my clit. I clamped hard around his dick before releasing, going all liquid against him as he was inside of me. Our breaths were heavy, erratic but soon my entire body was trembling and he held me tighter before I could fall. Pulling out of me slowly, he turned me in his arms so that my back was up against the wall and we were staring at each other as we tried to catch our breath. “You’re beautiful….” He trailed off, pushing the wet strands of my hair back as I gave him a heady smile.

“I-….” I trailed off, looking down and shaking my head as the words I wanted to say got held back. I wanted to go with him, anywhere he was going... but was this just the sex daze fogging my thoughts? What would I actually do once we got to Canada? I mean, it was Canada!! I couldn't go, but how could I let him leave? This thing between us... not only the sex, but everything... I never had that before.

He tilted my head back up with his thumb, “What?”

I shrugged, water droplets rolling off my shoulders slowly, “I didn’t know it could be like that….”

“….It isn’t. Not with anyone else," He admitted, looking deep into my eyes. He wrapped both arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, my body fitting perfectly against his like I belonged there.

I set my head against his chest and he cupped my head against his hard body, “I know.”

“Should I soap you up now?” He asked, trying to lighten the moment which had somehow become so intense.

I pulled my head back to look up at him, smirking as I nodded my head, "Please..."

He turned me in his arms and squirted soap on one palm, rubbing his hands together while kissing my neck and sending shivers throughout my body. "Your skin feels like silk," He said quietly, starting on my stomach.

I leaned my back against him, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. My body arched into his touch as his hands worked their way up to my breasts, cupping them as my eyes closed. I felt ready all over again. "The effect you have on me..." I trailed off and tried to remember how to breath.

"What about it?" He slid one hand down my flat stomach to cup my pussy, his other hand still on my breast. I kept my eyes shut, focusing on the way his hands felt on me. I wanted to remember everything; the way his lips felt on my neck, how his hands cupped my breasts perfectly, his fingers inside of me, everything. "Jacquelyn..."

I shivered and broke out of my daze, sliding my fingers up to his hair and guiding his head down to meet mine. I kissed him hard, gasping as he worked two fingers inside of me. His erection pressed hard up against my ass and we were both breathless again, both ready for each other. And it was always like this. "I want to come with you," I said in a quiet voice, the running water making my words easy to miss.

"Again?" He grinned against my lips, kissing me again.

"No... to Canada. I want to come with you," I clarified, although I had no problem with his suggestion either. He blinked at me, not saying a word and making me feel like an idiot for even bringing it up. He pulled his fingers out of me and I turned back in his arms, keeping my body pressed hard up against is. “That is….if the offer still stands….” I trailed off, feeling vulnerable and a little embarrassed. What if he had changed his mind?

“Yes….fuck…..yes please come with me.”

My face broke into a wide grin and he cupped it in his hands, pulling my head close to his and kissing me hard. “We’re a little crazy aren’t we?” I asked against his lips, already knowing the answer... but the way I felt? I was falling for him so hard and so fast.

“I don’t care," He replied, pulling me tighter into his arms.

“Me either," I said back, letting my eyes shut as he kissed me again.

“You know this makes you my girlfriend," He told me, pulling back and making me realize how good it felt to finally put a label on what we were.

“I guess it does," I grinned, my face flushed and excited. I liked being his girlfriend. It was what I wanted all this time, right?

“Well we should celebrate," He replied, spinning me back in his arms and letting his hands wander back to where they’d been before. God. He was hot as hell and all mine? I wasn't sure I could get any luckier than this.

I moaned, “Yes please…..”