We walk right out of campus, passed the school dorm buildings and out of the university completely. It isn't that far since we left from building A which is nearest to the entrance.

"Why not just take the car?" I ask, following after Hayden.

"It's not far from here," Hayden turns back to tell me, reaching for my hand again. His large hand wraps around mine but I don't feel electric shocks, butterflies or all of that crap. I just feel warm.

When his hand clasped around mine, it made me feel so warm. Which was a big contradiction to Hayden's cold dark eyes.

The city is so busy and pretty at night with the cars zipping passed us and the flashing lights. We cross the road, walking further until we reach a closed area of construction with a sign reading not to trespass.

"Um, Hayden..." I say wearily.

"Don't worry, we won't get caught." He assures me. He lifts up the secret opening beside the bushes found on the fence so I can enter, him following after me before letting it sling back closed. Taking my hand once again, he leads me further into the construction zone. There are trucks, bulldozers, and other large vehicles around the place and a half-finished building standing tall in the center of it all.

"What're they building?" I can't but ask, my eyes roaming the area.

"A hotel I think," Hayden says through a shrug and there's something about the way he says it as if there's something more to it.

He leads me into the semi-finished building, up the flight of stairs before we reach the roof, higher than all the other buildings surrounding us with the beautiful view of the city. Stars are scattered in the night sky, cars zipping below us, and the lights on the buildings lit up the whole city.

I finally control my heavy breathing after the flight of stairs when I follow him towards the ledge on the roof. "It's so pretty," I breathe and Hayden just smiles at me. "How'd you know about this place?"

"Just stumbled across it," he shrugs I don't get a chance to ask him about it any further when he speaks next. "I've never brought anyone up here with me before." He whispers and I can't help but wonder if he's always spending his time here.

"I've always dreamed of working at a hotel," I admit. I never told anyone about this, not even Alex, so I'm afraid to hear what he will say for some reason.

"That's awesome," Hayden says and he looks like he genuinely means it before his smile drops and it shocks me a little by how fast his expression changes. "Reminds me of my father."

"Isn't your father like super rich, he could literally buy all the hotels in the world if he wanted to." I laugh and Hayden cracks a smile.

"He's rich but he became rich doing something he doesn't love, I don't want to end up like that," Hayden tells me, a grim line formed on his lips and I can just tell his father is a touchy subject for him.

Hayden leans back against the railing, staring off into the distance. "You don't want to take over the business?" I ask, looking over to his side-profile. He doesn't look real as the moonlight casts a shadow across his face, his dark long lashes and eyes somewhat gleaming.

And then he turns to look at me, finding I'm already looking. I try to stop the blush but I'm sure it's pretty obvious. "I don't know what I want to do..." He says looking away.

He's always behind closed doors, keeping things away from me and I hate it. Why is it easy for him to talk about me but so hard for him to open up about him? Hayden's probably the only one to ever listen to me and I want to do the same for him.

I want to be there for him too.

"Hayden," I sigh, catching his attention. "You know you can tell me anything, I'm here for you like you're here for me because I care you know."

There's something that flashes in his eyes the moment I say this, it's a mixture of shock and something else, something I can't quite put my finger on. But why would he be shocked? Does he believe I don't care or does he think his problems don't matter enough?

Because I never want him to think that way. Not after everything he's done for me.

All the little things, adding them up now, it meant so much and I hope he knows that. If there's no other way to tell him, I want to show him, by being there for him.

"Everything just feels so tough you know, they're so many expectations and I don't know if I can handle it, I don't even know if it's what I want to do. Everyone has everything decided for me, my future, basically everything." He's looking at me as he says this with frustration as if it's hard for him to even express himself.

"I don't know if I can do it all on my own." He whispers the last part, averting his gaze almost in disappointment. Disappointment in himself. I take a step forward without thought, my hand resting over his on the railing. Hayden looks at me in shock as he looks at our hands before his dark eyes search my face and I almost forget what I'm going to say.

I'm positive he isn't drunk, the buzz seems to have worn off. I don't think he was that intoxicated, to begin with.

"You can. You're the strongest person I know. You could do literally anything. You're kind, you're smart, you're understanding- you could run your father's businesses better than he himself I bet." I laugh when I say this but Hayden doesn't smile, he just continues to look at me in amazement.

"I'm not just saying this, if you don't believe me," I point an accusing finger at him. "I'm saying this because in the short while that I've met you, I know you'll do great things."

Hayden and I remain in silence, staring into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity but it was most probably only a second. He still hasn't spoken up and I'm beginning to worry that I've said all the wrong things and upset him even more.

"I'm sorry-"

Hayden places the palms of his hands on the railing on either side of me. Then he rests his forehead against mine, I suck in a sharp breath in surprise, smelling him and feeling his body heat rolling off of him in waves.

He mumbles something, but so quietly I can't hear. "Hayden?" my voice comes out small and confused.

He sighs, and then brings his gaze back up - his eyes as wild and lost as the gate to Tartarus. Black and a never-ending pit of darkness.

"Thank you." He's only thanking me and I've never felt so flattered; so happy. "All I want in the world is to keep talking to you." He repeats and my eyes widen slightly, my hard beat picking up. He shakes his head as I look up at him, my eyes searching his face, wondering if I'm dreaming at this moment.

"But it isn't enough anymore."

"H-Hayden," I managed weakly. "You're drunk." I just can't believe this is actually happening.

"I'm not."

Three syllables have never meant so much to me. He isn't drunk? So how is this happening? Does Hayden actually like...me? Plain old me? This has to be a dream. This can't be happening.

But it is and I feel so overwhelmed but at the same time ecstatic.

I fall silent. The emotion I heard in his voice curls around my heart and squeezes it tightly. The confusion inside me dissolves. He looks at me in a way I've never seen before, it's different and I don't want him to ever look away.

He takes a small step forward and I back away slightly, my back pressing further into the railing behind me.

The air crackles between us.

"H-Hayden?" I whisper, but when he looks at me it's as if he has a question circling in his mind, one I have the answer to - probably since we got to the rooftop - before he closes the distance and kisses me.

He brushes his lips against mine - lightly at first.

My heart races, my arms awkwardly folded between our chests and preventing them from touching. Electricity courses through my veins as his hands trace up my arms before pulling them away from their awkward position.

He interlaces our fingers with one hand, keeping it at our side as he presses closer me.

His other hand slips into my hair, which he seems to love so much, as slowly he moves his mouth against mine. He releases my other hand to let his slide down the small of my back, my skin through my clothes tingling with every spot he touches as I wrap my arms around his neck.

A groan escapes his lips as I slip my tongue against his.

Hayden pulls away, kissing down my neck towards the sensitive spot near my collarbone and I have to hold onto him tighter in order to not fall on my face. My legs feel like Jell-O.

This feels so good.

When his lips find mine once again in a needy kiss, his breathing becomes heavy, ragged, yet still, it seems that he's trying to control himself. If this was him controlling himself I could only imagine... I'm feeling so hot the wind up here doesn't even feel cold anymore.

I open my eyes for a split second to find myself drowning, but not even in an ocean or a river, or even a pond. I'm drowning and panicking and taking pleasure in the dark endless abyss that's gazing right at me.

Hayden's eyes fluttered shut again as he moans. "Charlie..."

I feel every syllable, every letter of my name, as his lips whisper it against mine. There's nothing cold in his voice. On the contrary. I feel something tug at my heart. His kiss intensifies and I am lost in it, lost in him.

And then with reluctance - I pull away.

Both of us are breathing fast as we hold each other's gaze, enjoying the intimate moment as I smile shyly, my arms still around his neck.

"That was..." Hayden trails off, tightening his hold on my waist as he steadies me.

"I know." Is all I can say but I know we're both thinking the same thing when he smiles.

Before I know what I'm doing the back of my hand brushes against his cheek, tracing the little dip of his dimples that I love so much. Hayden watches me idly.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Hayden whispers, and instead of tucking a strand of hair behind my ear like I'm used to with Daniel and Alex, he twirls it around his finger and smiles. I smile at him doing so, watching him because he looks absolutely adorable at this moment.

We're still close but I visibly shiver at the harsh breeze blowing from way up here and he catches it.

"It's getting cold." He tells me, pulling me closer and making me smile warmly again. My cheeks were beginning to hurt, I've never felt so happy.

"Your lips are warm," I say instead, the words coming out before I can stop them. I'm thinking about how it's so cold and how kissing him made me feel so warm and so it just tumbles out.

The edges of his mouth tug upward. "We could do that thing again to warm up for now?" He smirks and my lips part in surprise at his words before he leans in and does just that.

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I can't believe they just kissed.

I wrote it but I'm also shocked.

Anyways, just because they kissed now doesn't mean the drama is all over, it's just the beginning ;) Also there were a few things I've added in this chapter that are very significant for where the book is heading, keep an eye out for that!

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