My anger continues boiling the more she invades my thoughts. What right does she have to say those horrible things about me? I can't get her words out of my head, despite suckering him into watching Titanic with me. It's one of my favorites, my go-to movie whenever I'm sad or upset. It always reminds me that my life can be so much worse at any moment. That I should cherish what I have because it can be gone in a blink of the eye. It honestly shocked me he gave in to it. I figured we would be stuck watching some diehard action film or annoying comedy.

"Do you want any more popcorn before I finish it?" he asks, shaking the bowl beside me. The remaining kernels clang against the sides of the metal bowl.

"No, thank you," I mumble, picking a few stray pieces from the blanket and tossing them back into the bowl.

"So you know all these sappy love stories end the same, right? The girl meets a boy, they fall in love. Something happens which tests their love. They unfortunately break up. Then boom! They're back together. And able to live happily ever after," he whines, scrunching his face into a whiny expression.

"Shut up, smarty pants. This movie doesn't end like that. Yeah, Rose survives, but she has to let Jack go. He drowns in an ice-cold, freezing, watery death. How is that happy?" I snap, trying to prove a point.

"Okay then, let's be honest, that door was enormous. It was big enough to fit them both. She let that man die. He must not have been a good enough lover. So in my opinion, she got the ending that she wanted. A free fun, casual hook-up on board a boat full of stuffy millionaires. Then she discarded him when she was finished. Sounds like she was pretty happy at the end to me. Besides, she got her jewelry back. It was a no loose situation," he smirks, pulling my blanket off.

"The true thoughts of a man," I tease, side eyeing him.

"On a side note, you know my clothes look pretty sexy on you. I love the sight of your legs exposed. It would be even better if we got rid of the shorts altogether," he coos, his finger swirling up my leg. His simple yet meaningful touch ignites something inside of me. I refuse to let that whore ruin my night with Hayden. It's been so long since he's touched me. My body yearns for him.

Once again, I climb over, straddling him. His cock is already hard, proving his feelings. He wants me. It's time to play. Balancing myself, I lean back, pulling his enormous shirt off my body. My nipples become erect from the cool air grazing over them. Keeping my balance, I arch further backward, allowing him to take in my firm breast on display for him. He reaches up, cupping them in his strong large hands, applying the perfect amount of pressure to each one.

I love the way he touches me. It makes me feel he only has eyes for me, even if it's only momentarily. I moan softly as he forces my thighs down while thrusting his up to meet mine. His bulge presses against my groin, sending electricity through my body. He knows my body so well, exactly how and when I want it.

Leaning his body forward, I assist him in removing his shirt. I doubt I will ever get sick of seeing his bare chest. I love tracing the many lines scribbled in various patterns and directions. I play along his happy trail, and around his belly button. Taking my time to continue my journey. Making sure to follow certain lines leading me to his nipples. I pause before tracing each one. My little adventure ends at his lips, sliding two fingers in. His eyes watch mine as he sucks and licks them.

A few seconds later I retreat my hand, now leaning in and replacing my fingers with my lips. My breasts now firmly pressed against his warm, naked chest. He continues kissing me gently as I roll my hips against his repeatedly. The thin material of his boxers I'm wearing is no match against my wetness soaking through. Enough foreplay. I want him now. I want to feel every inch of his firm manhood inside of me. This moment right now he's mine and I'm his. Being away from him for that short amount of time taught me a lesson. I need him to survive this fucked up life, almost as much as I need air to breathe. I need Hayden to live.

I flip off of him, grasping his arms and pulling him on top of me. The pain and hurt in his eyes are clear as he towers over me. I want to be the one that takes it away from him, that makes him forget, like he does me. Two twisted dark souls, destined to find each other. Sent to find one another, to heal our broken minds and worn down spirits. Together, we become whole, not a bunch of random pieces thrown about. We need each other. It's inevitable.

I giggle a little, watching him struggle to remove his bottoms. But having no problem in removing mine. I groan the moment he grinds against me, his cock narrowly avoiding my entrance. It slips past it through my juices, rubbing against my clit. My body trembles the moment his lips touch mine. The intense jolt as he enters me, with a single second of sharp pain before an intense ecstasy takes over. This is the exact moment every thought leaves my mind.

His blood seeps out in small droplets, the harder I dig my nails into his back, tearing into his flesh. Neither one of us gives any attention to it. The deeper my nails go, the deeper he plows into me. My moans are so loud that I guarantee his neighbors can hear me. He has the same thought, crashing his lips against mine again, stifling my cries. His kisses silence me, swallowing each breath as it leaves my lips.

Our sweat and bodily fluids combine with each thrust, deeper and deeper. We move together, always in sync, never missing a beat. His speed slows to nearly a pump. He's trying to make it last. He's not ready to finish.

Switching positions, he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Now I'm in control. It's easy to tease him, balancing on top of him and easing myself off of him. He's erect, standing tall, straight up into the air. My juices glisten along his shaft in the moonlight, creeping in from the window. I want to taste him. I want to savour our juices combined. How do we taste combined into one?

He grins sheepishly, watching me maneuver my body down his. I love the way his body reacts to my warm lips wrapping around his cock. He tastes delicious. His eyes roll as my tongue glides along his shaft, starting at the bottom before gingerly working my way up. I switch it up when I reach the head, teasing it with my tongue before sucking it harder and harder. As soon as his blood surges the pulsating begins. I retreat, climbing back up along him.

He moans as sheer wetness once again overpowers him. My tightness hugging his shaft while rocking my hips against his. I take my time. I want every inch of him. His fingers find my clit, matching my speed, rubbing in circles, and bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

My eyes clamp shut the moment my body tenses. This is it. I feel a sudden rush of juices erupting all down his shaft. The moment this happens, his cock goes crazy, pulsating. His warm juices explode inside of me, dripping down, entangling with mine. My body is so relaxed, I can't hold myself up anymore. Unable to fight it, I helplessly collapse onto his chest. Lying still, our hearts beat in sync. Each breath he takes matches mine. The sound of our beating hearts is comforting. I wish I could stay in this position forever.

Our hearts beat slower, exhaustion setting in, taking over. I need to move, to get up and get dressed. Once again, he's faster than me, stopping me the moment I try to slide down.

"Please stay. Don't leave me right now," he begs, tightening his hold on me. His eyes remain closed. He doesn't look at me. I'm helpless. He needs me to stay. I can't hurt him again. His grip loosens, realizing I'm not fighting him on the matter.

Eyes still closed, he pulls my face down, uniting our lips again. I melt into his arms, continuing to kiss his lips tenderly. The moment I break the seal, his grip once again tightens, pulling me closer. Not wanting this moment to end, I nestle against him, lying my head on his chest. The mere movement of his chest rising before falling is comforting. Before too long, the sound of his heavy breathing has turned to soft snores. He's asleep.

Now I'm alone, surrounded by the darkness. Only my thoughts to keep me company. Am I lying to myself again, pretending it will all be okay? Even despite the mountain of obstacles ahead of us, we will succeed. Will I finally get my happily ever after with Hayden? Is this reality? Or some small-minded girl that has big dreams, only hopes and wishes.

I'm thankful for the mask of darkness, hiding the tears falling from my eyes. A small pool puddled beneath me, breaking open into a flowing stream cascading down to the sofa below us. He doesn't acknowledge the wetness, still fast asleep. I don't want this to end, but I know when the sunrises this illusion will dissolve. And reality will once again return.

Happiness is living in the moment. It rarely lasts. But misery is forever, it's for all eternity. There is no escaping fate.

"I'll try not to leave you if I can. But even if I have to, I promise I'll never stop loving you," I finally answer him, knowing the sad truth. He will never hear my confession

My exhaustion is reaching its breaking point, and my eyelids are getting heavy. His manly aroma and body heat are too much to fight against. I give up, closing my eyes, and allowing my mind to wander. I drift off to sleep, dreaming of a world where everything is okay. Where we can live out our fairy tale ending. A dream that only can exist if I'm someone else.