*WARNING, WARNING. THIS CHAPTER HAS SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION*

The song above: Rayvon Owen Can't Fight It.

"Let me help you,"

I grabbed the cloth from Brody's hands dabbing gently at the cut on his lip trying to avoid looking at him. He flinched for a split second before relaxing. I could feel his eyes roaming across my face and I could hear my heart thudding in my chest. I really hoped he couldn't hear it too.

"You are so stupid you know that," I muttered focusing on cleaning his wound. I was currently in between his parted legs and I could feel the heat radiating off him but I didn't want to react to it since I was mad that he had picked a fight with Ryan.

Even if it was his way of defending me it was still uncalled for. I'd gotten over the fact Ryan had kissed Charlotte.

She could have him for all I cared. I was sick of this triple, quadruple, whatever shape we'd all managed to get ourselves into. It was like a bad soap opera, except it had somehow managed to become my life.

I thought I could be with Ryan, I thought he would have been good for me instead of the boy with the bruises and cuts in front of me. I wanted to make things work with him, but no matter how hard I'd tried something was always going to be missing and I think he knew that too. It just took a couple of kisses, fists and broken hearts for us to admit defeat.

I hope Charlotte could make him happy in a way I couldn't.

"Seriously you could have really hurt each other," I sighed, draping the cloth in the bowl, watching the red liquid swirl in the water. The sight made me feel queasy so I quickly lifted the cloth and began to dab at his cuts.

"You hit your brother? For what huh? For me?" I dabbed harder, "Look I know you were only trying to help but I don't need protecting Brody, I can-"

"Ivy," He silenced me and I looked up letting out the breath I had been holding. I didn't like the way he was looking at me. It was intense like he was soaking in every minuscule detail of my face. His eyes lingered on my lips and before I knew it he was reaching a handout and placing it onto my cheek.

His thumb traced circles on my skin and I felt my stomach flutter like a caged bird. I closed my eyes and opened them to find him closer than he was before.

"If kiss you, will you reject me?" His voice was barely a whisper and it sent tingles down my spine. I could smell whiskey and mint on his breath.

"I'd never reject you,"

His lips found mine as if he'd been searching for eternity to meet them. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers intertwining with his soft hair. His strong hands grabbed at my waist and lifted me in the air so I could straddle him. Our bodies were pressed together and I could feel every inch. I felt like the world had paused for a second and all that existed was us at this moment.

He pulled back just an inch and rested his forehead on my mine, "I know we've both made so many wrong decisions, but I feel like this is the only right one,"

"I wished we'd had admitted it sooner," I said, only a whisper but loud enough so he could hear.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that, I've wanted you ever since I can remember, I was just scared that if I did have you, you'd leave too,"

"I'd never leave you,"

His whiskey eyes gleamed and he pulled me closer so our lips met again.

He stood up, lifting me with him so our bodies were touching the whole time. He slowly walked towards the bed and gently laid me down below him, our lips never parting.

He was my drug, my kryptonite. One-touch and the intoxication were instant. I wanted all of him and more.

He pulled his head back, his lips were swollen and his eyes roamed my body in a pang of ravenous hunger. His eyes met mine again and he slowly unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down and tossing them onto the floor. His hunger intensified as he took every item of clothing I had until I was laid bare. He matched me until we are both together, vulnerable and exposed. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the softness of his skin and the abs that defined him.

He leaned down and kissed me again, with a raw intensity that made my heart beat faster and my breathing quicken. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined and I couldn't contain the excitement building up inside me. He quickly pulled us apart to take precautions with protection and then he slowly eased himself inside me.

I gasped, changing my breathing with every thrust, and his lips curled up into a smile at hearing my moans. The way my body commands to his blew my mind. I'm putty in his hands. He could do whatever he wants to me, over and over again.

Both of us move in a synchronized dance of limbs, our body in command of one another, never straying too long in one rhythm. The longer we were together, the more it intensified and I could feel my bodybuilding to a release. I could feel his too and his hands held my shoulders, his fingers tightening around my skin.

When the release came, we both let out a moan in ecstasy. The feeling he gave me was a toe-curling, can't even think the straight type of feeling. His body relaxed and I could feel his skin, hot and sweet against mine.

We are both caught up in the moment as if we'd never left each other.

We lay there for a while, listening to our breathing slowing to a steady pace and the hot air in the room cooling. I couldn't contain the smile on my face as I looked up at the ceiling.

He lifted his head up and gave me a lazy smile, "That was fun,"

I playfully smacked his arm, "Just fun huh?"

He laughed, rolling onto his back, so he was laid next to me, "Okay it was amazing," A thought made his eyebrows scrunch together, he turned his head to the side to look at me, "Did you think so?"

I looked at him, my eyes roaming his face. I put a finger to the creases in his skin and gently stroked them, "Of course I do,"

He relaxed, his lips stretching out into a grin, "I'm so happy right now, it's been a while since I have been,"

"Me too," I breathed and it was true.

For so long I'd been walking in this cloud of rain, and then Brody came along and gave me shelter.

"You always told me you would never like me," His thoughtful eyes looked up at the cracks in the ceiling whilst his hand caressed my skin.

"Because I didn't want to admit it to myself," I confessed and I felt his eyes fall on my face.

"But you do now?" His eyes roamed over my features as if he was memorising my face incase I disappeared.

"I do," My lips curled up into a smile, "I've never been so certain of something in my life,"

I felt his hand move to my hair, he twirled a finger around a lock and let go, watching it tumble to the sheets as he released it. I watched him for a little while in silence and then a thought entered my head.

"Why were you with that girl?"

He paused with my hair in his hand and looked at me with a sheepish expression, "I figured if I couldn't have you I might as well try and distract myself,"

"With another girl?"

His cheeks went hot, "Yeah, I guess so, my logic isn't always that logical,"

"You could fool me," I mumbled and turned so my whole body was facing him, my face turned serious and he noticed the change, "Why Rose? Why did you leave that day in my bedroom?"

He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, as if he wasn't so sure of the answer himself. After a couple of seconds, he sucked in a breath and spoke, "I didn't know that Rose liked me, well I mean I knew she thought I was hot, but I didn't know she actually liked me. I felt bad about what we were doing because it was behind her back. I knew I was never going to have you in the way I wanted, you had told me so yourself countless of times, so I decided to be with Rose with someone who did care about me, thinking it was the right thing to do and that I would fall for her but it was wrong on so many levels,"

"Did you even care about her?" I don't know why I asked, I didn't even want to know the answer.

"No, I didn't," He shook his head, "I thought I might have, but then when you got with Ryan I realized I didn't what so ever and then I couldn't get out because the guilt ate me alive. I couldn't even sleep with her because all I thought about was you. I felt like I was betraying you in a weird way,"

Hearing him admit that he never liked Rose made me happy and sad at the same time.

"Why did you not tell me all of this sooner?"

He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, gently moving his thumb in a circular motion to caress my skin "Because I was scared." He moved forward and kissed my lips, pulling back in seconds with his eyes turning serious, "When I confessed to you that day in the rain you didn't say anything and I thought I'd lost you for good. Ivy, I'm all kinds of fucked-up. I make so many mistakes they'd fill a whole book. I don't always think straight and I try to do the right thing but it doesn't work out. I'm a mess baby, but I want to be better, I want to be better for you, I'd do anything for you if you'll have me?"

There was only one answer to this.

I slowly leaned forward so our lips were close enough to almost touch and I smiled, "I'd be by your side any day of the week, let's be messes together."

Eeeekkk! I had this scene pre-written because I was so excited to post it!
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Not long now until this book is finished. Wish I could write it forever 😭😭😭😭