I wake up on Saturday morning to Clay kissing my neck. I feel my body heat up as he touches me, and the sun is shining brightly in the room. He draws me nearer to him while continuing to run his fingers down my stomach. My neck crease is where his head rests, and I can feel his breath on me. As his hand moves up and down my body, I keep my eyes closed. He shifts me to my stomach and gives me a back massage while giving me small kisses all the way to my tailbone. As he turns me back over, I utter,

"Hmm, morning babe." I smile.

He kisses me, "Morning Beautiful."

"Are you okay? You were tossing and turning all night." I look at him with curiosity.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He states.

Although I know he is lying, I don't press the issue. I can tell that he has been experiencing nightmares. In the dead of night, he awakens with sweat running down his face; he thinks I won't notice, but I do. Though Clay is incredibly obstinate and reluctant to open up, I'm frightened for him.

"Okay, what are you and Logan up to today?"

"Trying on tuxes, you and Brie?" He responds to my query as he reclines back, placing his hand behind his head, and scans the ceiling.

"She's dragging me to the bridal shop to try on dresses." I avert my eyes. Yet though today hasn't even started, I'm dreading it. The wedding-related items are more Brie's style than mine.

"Well, whatever you wear will be fine, you're beautiful in anything." Clay kisses my cheek as he softly says those words.

"Is that so?" I bite my lower lip as his lips approach my neck.

"Yes." He kisses my neck. "But you wearing me is the best." He whispers as his hands trail down my thigh.

I moan and I bite my lower lip as he finds my area. I stroke his hair with my hands. I take hold of his face and kiss him.

"I need you." I say in between breaths. He chuckles and I continue, "Can't we just stay home today? Just you and me under these covers, all day." I smile.

"I wish we could, trust me I'd rather do that than go out. But the faster we get this done the faster I can get you back into this bed." He smirks as his ego takes over and I can't help but giggle.

He teases me as he moves back to my lips while giving me a full-body kiss. I urge him to drink as his fangs prickle my neck. When he obeys, his teeth pierce my neck, sending me into a scorching inferno. I feel the muscles tense when I place my palm on his chest while he sips, which makes me even more aroused. After pulling away, he gives me a kiss. My back arcs as he slowly enters me and my hands caress his back. This man makes me feel incredible. I adore every part of his touch since it is so alluring.

After a time, we both unwind. While I'm in his arms and lying there, I don't want to get up. In his arms, I feel secure and at peace. I close my eyes and focus just on his heartbeat. The silence in our bedroom is broken by the sound of my phone.

I'm downstairs waiting, hurry your ass up - The text reads

"Princess is calling, I have to go." I kiss him and quickly get ready.

"How are you getting there?"

"I think we are just walking. Why?" I ask him, wondering what he is up to.

"Here." He grabs his keys from the nightstand and hands them to me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, as long as Brie doesn't drive it." He laughs.

"Don't worry your baby will be safe with me." I smile.

He pulls me into him and cups my face.

"You're my baby not the car, I want you safe." He leans in and kisses me.

"Raven, let's go!" From the bottom of the stairs, Brie shouts in despair. I roll my eyes while she does this.

"I love you, have fun." He says.

"I love you, be good." I kiss him quickly and leave.

Aunt Lia's vehicle is visible as I exit the car in front of the bridal shop. The amount of white when we enter temporarily renders me blind. They are to bring me a few dresses to try on, per Brie's advance request. As I'm escorted into a changing room, Brie joins Aunt Lia and Mrs. Cladwell who are already seated in the waiting area.

I politely decline each dress before donning the final one. I stand in front of the mirror and watch as all three of their faces begin to cry. They appear to agree that the empire V-neck sleeveless dress is ideal based on their facial expressions.

I enter the car after going outside and rub my head before starting it. It's completely silent when we arrive home. Logan's car isn't here, so I assume the boys haven't come back yet. I collapse on the couch since the experience of buying a wedding dress was so boring.

From the main floor speakers, Brie's music is audibly blaring. Two shot glasses are taken, and I fill them with vodka as I get to my feet. I offer Brie one, and the two of us consume it simultaneously. I lose track of time when the guys come back since I'm so engrossed in the music. I lean upon his chest while being encircled by his strong arms.

"How was your day?" He asks softly.

"It was boring and yours?" I giggle.

He takes my hand and we head to the kitchen. He grabs my waist and sits me on the counter.

"I missed you." He kisses me gently.

"I missed you too." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asks.

I sit there and ponder what to eat, then I smile. "I'm craving cheeseburgers and fries, what about you?"

He licks his lips and his dark eyes narrow, "You." I smile at his flirtatious way.

He laughs as he lowers me. Logan is informed that we are going to dinner, and they are more than welcome to come along. They follow in Logan's car, and we arrive at the fast food restaurant. Brie inquires when she sits down to dine,

"Are you guys coming to the movies tonight?"

"I don't feel like going plus I have a lot of school work I need to get done but if Clay wants to join you he can." I take the last fry and eat it.

"Clay?" Logan asks.

"Nah, I'm good mate." He responds.

After one more hug from me to Brie, we part ways. We get home, and I head upstairs. I can hear Clay coming up behind me. I remove my clothing and don one of Clay's shirts, which is now formally mine. As he puts on some shorts, he informs me that he is heading downstairs to work out. I nod as I use my laptop and do my homework on the bed.

I begin to discover more about Abel and Celeste as I open my laptop's notes. neither their last names nor any photographs are mentioned. Apart from what occurred centuries ago, there isn't much information available on the two. I'm curious to discover who made the prophecy and gave Abel the serum. I have a ton of questions, but little luck in finding solutions. I've always been curious as to why people believe Clay and me to be the current Abel and Celeste. Do we have any ties to them? Are those two, who harmed and injured our earth so greatly, our ancestors?

Frustrated, I set my things away. Brie and Logan aren't home right now and won't be for a while, according to her text. I, therefore, devise a scheme. After taking two water bottles from the kitchen and entering the basement door, I descend the steps.

I quietly walk down the stairs since I can hear Clay striking the bag, but he sees me. He smiles and punches the bag a few more times before he removes his headphones.

"Here, I thought you would need a drink." I hand him the bottle.

"Thank you." I melt at his accent.

I take a seat on the ground and watch him breathe. As he stands there, the light reflects off of him in numerous ways, shining on his skin and sweat dripping down his chest. As he takes a seat in front of me, I can't help but think that the Gods did an exquisite job of creating him.

"You need to shower." I laugh but deep down I'm drawn to the way he looks at the moment.

"Why, don't you like me all sweaty?" He teases me as he pulls me to him.

"Eww, Clay!" I giggle.

He kisses my neck and I allow him.

"You're the only thing I need in my life." He whispers. "No words can express your love or tenderness."

I kiss him, I straddle his lap and let his tongue part our mouths. My hands move through his wet hair as I feel his hardness against my core. Taking his hand and I lead him upstairs.