It's cold tonight, but that's not going to stop Katelyn from having her bonfire. I'm looking forward to getting out of the house. Tonight Liam is sleeping at the sitters so I have plenty of time to just relax and get out of the house. I've been so busy since we got home from the hospital. It was a good thing that I got fired because for the past week. I've been home with Liam making sure he's okay. Thankfully a few days after he started the medicine he was back to his usual self.

I haven't spoken to Daryl much either, even though he's been hanging out with Liam pretty much every day. Part of me is beginning to miss him, and I actually had to take care of myself the other night because I couldn't get him out of my head. Remembering how it feels to be touched by him makes my body do ridiculous things. I hear his motorcycle in the driveway and kind of hope that we don't run into each other while I'm on my way out.

I throw on my red jacket and white scarf, it's supposed to be the coldest day we've had since last January. When I head outside I don't see anyone, so I rush to my car and quickly drive to Katelyn's.

There aren't as many people here as her Halloween party, and thankfully I don't see Ethan's truck either. She knows exactly how I feel about him now, and she has been starting to see what an asshole he's been. I walk to the backyard and there are about fifteen or so people hanging around. Some of them are from the restaurant. I smile awkwardly at them.

The sun is almost set as the fire roars to life. On a table against the house she has everything all set up for us to make s'mores. We know it's childish, but we've been doing this since I first met her. I grab a small tin with some stuff and head over to the fire. I take a stick and throw my marshmallow on making it as burnt as possible.

"Gross! Why do you have to burn it every time," Katelyn teases.

"Because it tastes the best when it's burnt," I tell her.

I pull the stick back to reveal a black marshmallow, she looks at it and shakes her head.

"So have you found any leads on a job yet?" she asks.

"I have an interview at the movie rental store right after Christmas. Thought it would be a change of scenery to work where I can watch movies all day," I say.

"What about the theater?" she asks.

"Waiting for a call back," I say.

"The movie store would be cool, do we get free rentals?"

"That's like the first question I'm asking," I tell her taking a bite of my burnt s'more.

I've been here now for two hours, and I've definitely had a huge share of s'mores and beer. It's so cold I can barely feel my fingers, everyone is gathered closely around the fire. She's got music playing and there are some people keeping warm by dancing. I start to hear the sound of a motorcycle up the road. There are a ton of people here that have them. I need to get Daryl out of my head.

The motorcycle is growing closer by the minute, and I keep trying to convince myself that there's no way it's him. He probably doesn't even know I'm here, I didn't tell him. Or maybe I did? I don't remember. The sound is literally right out in front of her house, and then shuts off. I swallow hard, I'm sure one of her other friends has a motorcycle too, right? I hold my breath for a few seconds and when I don't see him I breathe a sigh of relief. I rub my hands together near the fire.

"Chloe," I hear Katelyn call me.

I look up and walking right towards me with a purpose is Daryl. He's wearing a leather jacket and his face is all red from the cold. He's got a determined look on his face and I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen. My heart is racing and my stomach drops. Some people turn their heads because he's not someone who would usually be invited to the party. He stops in front of me and I can now fully see his face in the light of the fire.

"Daryl, why are you..."

I'm cut off by his lips pressing hard against mine. He doesn't taste like alcohol so I know he hasn't been drinking. His tongue finds mine and I grab at the front of his leather jacket. He pulls me in close and pushes hard against me before pulling away.

I stand there in shock just staring at him. I know there are some people looking our way, but I'm choosing to ignore them.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Liam had said something yesterday...."

"Why are you here?"

"Look, I know this relationship is all sorts of fucked up, but I don't care. I've been trying to deny that I have any feelings for you at all. The truth is I can't get you out of my damn mind. You are like this nagging little fly that just won't go away," he says.

I laugh, but I think it's the alcohol in my system. "Really? A nagging fly?" I ask.

He laughs too. "I don't know how else to say it. Can we just try this? Us? I don't do relationships, but you keep reeling me in," he says. "I'm not even sure you feel the same way at all, or if you want this? If not I just made an ass out of myself," he laughs.

I shake my head and pull him into me by his jacket again. I pull him hard and I hear him grunt, which only makes me twitch. I didn't want this either, and I keep denying the feelings I have for him. Maybe I should just let him in?

"Okay," I whisper.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Let's do this or whatever."

"Or whatever," he teases with a smirk.

I shove him lightly and he laughs.

"So where can I get me some s'mores?" he questions.

It's really late when we both pull up to the house, almost three in the morning. I get out of my car as his bike pulls up next to me. Daryl stalks over to me and pushes me up against the car. It's cold, but his body is keeping me warm. Literally my whole body feels like it's on fire. I want him, all of him. I tug at him again, wanting him to come closer. Our lips meet and I think I might explode.

He presses himself against my body and I can feel him. I can feel how much he wants me, and it's making me squirm with anticipation. I clasp my hand in his and pull him towards the house. I open the front door and look around to make sure no one is around. When the coast is clear we hurry down the hallway and shut the door to my room. I lock all of the locks as Daryl starts to make himself at home.

He pulls his shoes off and lays back on my bed with hands behind his head. I walk over to the bed and stare at him. He's perfect. I never thought I could feel something so strong for someone I thought I hated. Through it all I can't help but feel passion when it comes to him. I want to give him all of me. I don't say anything as I shimmy my pants off and throw them off to the side exposing my plain black panties. He's watching me with an intense stare as I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside. My matching black bra catches his attention.

He gets up off the bed and comes to check me out. His fingers gently glide down my arm as he takes my hand in his. He's glancing over my body wanting to do more with it. I take his hand and place it over my right breast. His calloused hand moves in a circular motion, and I throw my head back and moan. His hand reaches around and unclasps the bra. He pulls the straps down my shoulder and it drops to the floor. Now he's staring, eyes on my face asking for permission. I nod. His hand reaches out and he rubs me again, I moan. His lips touch my neck and I shiver in response. I feel him go lower and lower until he takes the left nipple in his mouth and bites down slightly. I feel myself growing wetter by the minute.

I take my hand and undo his belt as he continues to kiss my body. He steps out of his jeans and I reach in through his boxers to grab him. I get a good hold and he moans. Pulling back we head straight for the bed.

"I want you so bad Daryl," I roar.

"I'm all yours baby," he says.

"I'm ready," I tell him.

"You sure?"

I nod. He stops what he's doing for a brief second to grab the condom out of his pant pocket. I pull down his boxers and take him in. He's still standing but I can feel his knees buckling. I pull away to allow him to put the condom on. He slides it over him and then kisses me. Pushing him towards the bed I stumble and giggle. He smirks between kisses and falls back when he reaches the bed. He slides himself so that he's on the bed. I straddle over him and he gives me a look.

I fall over onto my back and pull him to follow. He nods and very carefully lowers himself. I have to bite down on the back of my hand to keep from screaming loud. He carefully pulls back and forth. He's kissing my neck again and it's driving me wild. Our naked bodies are touching and my hand settles on his chest.

"God damn you feel good," he moans.

"Daryl, I think I'm going to..."

I don't finish my sentence because I come undone at the seams. I can feel him tense like he's trying to hold back for just a bit longer.

"Holy shit woman, can you do that again?" he asks.

I nod as he starts going a bit faster. I am beyond ready to let go again, but I'm not sure where he's at. I think he's close because I can feel him harden more. I open my eyes to see him staring at me. I'm looking into his eyes and for the first time since I met him I see something more there. I don't just see the obnoxious asshole that lives downstairs, I think I see the real Daryl the one who's opening up to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to get him deeper. His body shakes as I hiss. He's about to release I can feel it as he shakes more. His body locks up as I feel the condom filling. I come at the same time as him and it feels like the fourth of July.

I roll off of him and sigh looking up at the ceiling. "Wow," I say.

"Care to join me for a shower?" he asks as he stands and disposes the condom in the trash.

I nod. We quietly sneak into the bathroom and enjoy a nice hot shower together.