He ran his finger down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, coming to rest on the waistband of my sleep pants. I held my breath in anticipation. "All I wanted to say was...damn, that was worth the wait."

I laughed. "I guess no one has ever made you wait three months for a kiss, huh?"

Paul shook his head, his eyes serious. "Now I think you know what I want next, right?"

I blinked quickly, suddenly panicked. I came here to end things, not fall into his bed! I tried to resist kissing Paul, I really did. I knew how it would end when I started it, but I did it anyway. I underestimated how that expert tongue of his had turned me into a pile of goo. My mind drifted to what that tongue could do to other parts of my body.

"Rachel?" his sultry voice brought me back to the question at hand. What did he want next? His eyes screamed that he wanted to do bad things to me and I doubted I could resist him. When I reached for the drawstring on his pajama pants and absently toyed with it, he bent over, pulling me onto his shoulder and carried me to his room.

"Paul!" I gasped as he deposited me onto his bed and joined me.

Instead of climbing on top of me, like his eyes made me think he would, he sat across from me and stared intensely. I stared back with my mouth gaping open. I sucked in a deep breath when he grabbed my ankles and yanked me closer, allowing my legs to drape over his cross-legged ones in front of me. "Do you have some sort of personality disorder?" he finally asked, while narrowing his gaze.

"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously, completely offended. When I tried to back away from him, he held me in place.

"What is your deal?" he asked flippantly.

"What the hell are we even talking about?" I know I'm distracted, but I'm honestly clueless as to what he's referring to.

"I thought we were good earlier...in your room," he paused as I notice the blush rise in his cheeks. "Then you were happy about the party and even though you seemed hesitant about staying the night, I thought you wanted to be with me tonight."

I nodded slowly, finally realizing where this is going.

"Then you show up here, completely pissed off at me...for no good reason, by the way. Then you kiss me," he smirked now and I scowled at him, knowing that was all his fault.

"So what's your point? I don't need a recap of the whole evening, because I was there."

"My point is...what's wrong? Are you gonna flip out on me again?"

"I don't need this..." I sighed as I struggled to get away from him.

"Just talk to me," he pleaded, pulling me closer, so I was straddling his lap with no distance between us.

"I just...I didn't know how to say goodbye to you," I answered honestly.

"So you picked a fight?"

I shrugged and lowered my gaze. "I'm not perfect."

"So does that mean you want there to be more between us...contrary to what you said to me earlier?"

I glared at him, running my fingers through my hair. "I freaked, okay? I got paranoid when my dad said...he thought you loved me. And I thought about how cool he's been with you. I just assumed the worst. I guess...that was easier than dealing with how I feel about you."

"And how is that?" he whispered hopefully, holding my face in his hands.

Panic set in again. I pulled his hands from my face and shook my head. "It doesn't matter, Paul. I leave for school in less than twelve hours. You're going back to school..."

He interrupted my train of thought by pressing his lips to mine. When I tried to pull away, he deepened the kiss, insistently pushing his tongue into my mouth and I didn't object. He swirled his tongue around mine and I whimpered. I whimpered? What the hell? I've got four years experience on this kid and he was blowing my mind with that mouth of his. God!

Paul broke off the kiss slowly, pressing small kisses all around my mouth, over my chin and along my jaw. "I know you're trying...to distract me," I muttered.

"Maybe."

"Paul..."

He finally stopped kissing my neck and smiled in a way that let me know that he realized I could not resist him. "I know you're going back to school, Rachel."

"I really just don't know what you want from me."

Paul laughed, a deep throaty laugh that forced me to smile at him against my will. "I just wanna be around you. See me when you come home to visit. Maybe call me sometime."

"I won't be coming home much this year. Since I got this apartment, I'll need to work two, maybe three jobs to make ends meet. And then there's all the schoolwork..." I admitted honestly.

"So this is it then?"

"It has to be," I replied sadly. "I can't make any promises about the future."

"What about when you finish college and you move back home?"

I pulled Paul's hands into mine, effectively stopping him from rubbing circles with his thumbs on my exposed skin of my stomach. "That's two years away."

"I'll wait for you."

"No!" I argued. "And miss out on prom and bonfires and dating and sex?"

"You'll be back next summer and Christmas too, right?" he asked hopefully.

"You're still too young," I told him softly.

"I'll be eighteen in less than a year and four months. Then what excuse are you gonna come up with?"

"It's not an excuse," I replied, trying to stay strong.

"It is an excuse. You'll say anything right now just so you don't have to deal with how you feel about me," he breathed angrily as he pushed me back onto the bed and hovered above me.

"I'm not talking about how I feel because it won't change anything!" I yelled in frustration.

His eyes lowered, a deep sadness taking hold of him. When he tried to move off of me, I hooked my ankles behind his back and locked him in place. His expression became dark and stormy when I arched my back, doing my best to press myself against him. "What the hell are you doing?" he scowled.

I slid my hands around to his lower back, pressing his body to mine. He grabbed my wrists, one and then the other, pinning them above my head so I couldn't hold his body to mine. I bucked my hips up and gasped when I felt how hard he was through our clothes.

He finally gave in when I turned my head and licked his arm. He released my hands and started to rock his hips against mine. I ran my hands over his chest and pushed him back, causing me to get the upper hand. I was on top now, grinding against his arousal, watching his face contort as I dangled my breasts near his mouth.

As soon as he nibbled on my nipple, pulling the cloth covered skin into his mouth, I began to tumble. I moved quicker, letting the incredible friction grow. I raked my fingers down his chest as threw my head back and let my orgasm take hold of me. I felt his hands replace his mouth on my breasts, sending electric tingles throughout my body as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching them with just the right pressure.

My orgasm took over me, causing me to shudder violently above him. I felt the waves crash over me as tumbled, my walls constricting and forcing my toes to curl in response. I gasped, "Paul," as I felt his hands on my hips, fingers grasping as his mouth curled into a devilish grin and he tumbled right along with me.

I collapsed on his chest as he continued to quake underneath me. I tipped my head to kiss the side of his neck and I heard him whisper my name over and over. I felt his hands in my hair, smoothing it away from my face as he kissed the top of my head. "Now who's trying to distract who?"

"Whom?" I corrected, lazily raising my head to look at his face.

He attacked me with tickles and kisses to my jaw line as he rolled us over. "Such a smartass," he commented as he climbed off of me and I pouted.

"If you wanna change your clothes," he paused to run his fingers over my dampened pajama pants and he smiled in response. "You can borrow anything of mine."

"Thanks," I replied shyly as he grabbed some clothes for himself and left the room.

I moved to stand, my legs shaky as I crossed the room and dug through his dresser drawer. I paused to smell a few of the items, breathing in the scent of Paul and smiling as I did. I slipped my panties and pj bottoms off and slid into a pair of his knit shorts, tightening the string to keep them from falling off.

I left my clothes on the floor, deciding to deal with them later when I did my walk of shame back home. I collapsed into his bed and turned onto my side. I heard him return to the room, smelled his freshly washed skin and sighed as he pulled me close to his body.

I turned to rest my head against his chest, snuggling against him. He wrapped his arms around me and I dragged my lips along his skin until my face found the perfect spot in the crook of his neck. I felt him smile when I inhaled deeply and breathed in the wonderful smell of him. "Goodnight, Rachel," he murmured as I drifted off, too tired to respond and too relaxed to worry about the future anymore tonight.