Chapter song: Firestone (acoustic) by Conrad Sewell. Listen on repeat, please. <3

Becca

There are few moments in life that we truly feel alive -- where we are aware of every inch of our body, even the parts that always seemed to go unnoticed; aware of the blood pumping through our heart, beating so quickly it feels like it's in overdrive; aware of every nerve that feels like it's standing on end, making every sensation feel stronger than it ever had before.

This was one of those moments.

My back was pressed into the hard wood of Brett's desk, his body pressed flatly into mine. My head felt like it was swimming in a pool of euphoria. His mouth moved with mine hungrily, forcefully. Kissing, biting, teasing.

When his hand slipped beneath my shirt and grazed the bare skin of my lower back, I wasn't sure if it was my skin that was on fire or if it was his touch that was so hot. But my skin was tingling everywhere his fingers roamed.

Grabbing a fistful of Brett's shirt in my hands, I pulled him even closer, tugging at the fabric impatiently, wanting it gone. Brett placed his hands on mine urgently and one by one, he unlocked my fingers from his shirt.

Brett pulled his face from mine and my mouth felt cold without his on it. One look at his face made my heart stop. His hair was messier than I had ever seen it, sticking up wildly over his head and falling over his forehead and eyebrows, lips swollen and prominent, making my urge to return my mouth to his more dominant than ever. But his eyes, his eyes that always told me exactly what he was feeling, were the colour of the night sky, still sparkling brightly from a fire within.

I watched him in awe as Brett winked at me before quickly lifting his shirt off over his head in one swift movement. My eyes immediately went to his bare chest, traveling up and down his golden skin. He was beautiful, my head tried to find the perfect word to describe him but everything fell short.

The quietness of the room settled around us and even the air felt like it was on fire. Suddenly everything felt very, very real. I lifted my eyes off of Brett's chest and stared at him. He was watching me watch him, his head cocked to the side, eyes blazing.

His hands reached out slowly and grabbed mine where they were laying limp on my lap. Gently, he guided my hands to his chest and placed my palms over his bare skin that was burning hot. I could feel how quickly his heart was beating -- it was even faster than mine. I thought that was impossible.

"Touch me," he whispered impatiently.

My hands roamed over his bare chest like he was a map and I wanted to explore every city. I could feel the hard lines hidden beneath his soft skin, the way his muscles flexed when my fingers traced over them. The way Brett moaned when my hands moved to the skin above the waistband of his jeans, or when I trailed my fingers along the faint trail of hair beginning at his belly bottom before it disappeared below his jeans.

I suddenly became aware of Brett's stillness, the rigid form of his shoulders and the tense line of his mouth. I glanced up and his eyes were closed, his mouth now slightly parted. I could hear his ragged breaths and feel his chest rising rapidly beneath my hands.

His eyes opened suddenly and I gasped. When they met mine, there was desire burning within them -- the same desire that I felt, but something else. Something cautious. His hands remained limp, resting flat on the dresser on either side of my thighs.

He was restraining himself, I realized. Part of him still expected me to tell him to stop, that I wasn't ready for this. But I was ready. I wanted Brett, every single bit of him.

I wanted it all.

I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled his head to mine, kissing him urgently because I couldn't seem to get enough of him. I traced his lips with my tongue, waiting for him to open his mouth and take charge like he always did. I bit his bottom lip and he moaned softly, his hands snaking around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Finally, Brett's lips parted and moved with mine. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. Every part of me was screaming Brett. He was all I could see. All I could feel. All I could taste. I was drunk off him.

I scooted closer to the edge of the desk, wrapping my legs even tighter around his waist to pull his body closer to mind. As I did, Brett softly moaned my name into my neck, his tongue trailing along my bare skin. There was too much space between us and I wanted it all gone. My hands dropped down to the waistband of his jeans and I felt his body tense.

Pulling my face away from his, I looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, "Make love to me, Brett."

His eyes widened for a moment and they shined with the brightness of a thousand suns. Then, he smiled at me with so much love that I felt my body ache for him.

Brett lifted me up so quickly I didn't have time to process what was happening. The next second I was laying on his bed, flat on my back as he laid on top of me, trailing kisses down my neck and onto my collarbone.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmured into my skin, his voice deep and raspy. "Wanted you for so long," Brett clarified, lifting his head up to stare into my eyes, his hair falling messily over his forehead. I reached out and pushed it back, grazing my fingers over his skin.

I swallowed. I wanted this. I wanted him. I was ready.

Brett lifted up the hem of my shirt and brushed his fingers across my stomach slowly, delicately. He was being so gentle, he knew I was nervous. My heart was bursting at the seams with the love I felt for this boy.

Tugging at my top, Brett glanced up at me, his long lashes framing his wide eyes. His eyebrows were raised, silently asking my permission to remove my shirt. I breathed in, then out. And then I nodded.

Carefully, Brett pulled my shirt over my head, his eyes on mine the entire time. With a flick of his hand, the threw my shirt away from the bed and I almost laughed. His eyes moved away from my face, slowly traveling down my body and my bare skin. I swallowed, shifting awkwardly under his intense gaze.

"You're so beautiful, Becca," Brett murmured, lowering his head slowly and kissing along my chest.

Never had I felt like this before - felt so alive. I was suddenly aware of every nerve in my entire body. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins and every part of me that Brett touched felt electrified, contracting against his touch. I was so aware of every inch of myself, even the parts laying under him, barely exposed.

I grabbed his face and pulled it to mine desperately, our mouths crashing into each other's like waves. Brett's mouth was hot, wet, as he kissed me, his tongue tasting every part of my mouth. My world melted around his touch, everything beyond the two of us fading into a vast void of nothingness.

When my lungs were aching for air, Brett inched his face backwards from mine, lightly brushing his lips against my own, back and forth as I regained my breath.

"Becs?" He breathed, his eyes searching my face.

"Yes?" I answered, my voice breathless. I blinked rapidly to clear the haziness in my head.

Brett placed his hand over my heart and kept it there for a moment, his eyes never leaving mine. I shifted beneath him, my hand instinctively rising to cover my bra, feeling heat dance across my cheeks. Brett noticed it too and his entire face softened as he smiled down at me, love lingering behind his eyes.

"I don't want you to be embarrassed, please don't hide yourself from me, baby. I want all of you, the good and the bad. The perfect and the imperfect. I love every single fucking thing about you, Becca. Every last piece of you. I love it all."

Every scar that covered my heart, every time I had ever felt unlovable or broken, all of the pain vanished as I looked into Brett's eyes. He made me feel whole again, complete. Beautiful. Wanted. He made me feel everything I had never felt before.

"I want your heart, Becca. I promise you I won't break it." Brett whispered, pressing a light kiss to my lips. "I promise."

I nodded, a single tear sliding down my face. This wasn't just love, this was something much, much more. I wanted to invent a new word to describe the magnitude of emotions I felt for Brett, because no existing word could do my heart justice.

"My heart is yours, Brett. It has always been yours."

I had seen Brett smile before, I had seen him look so heartbreakingly perfect that I physically felt like I couldn't breathe. But none of those moments compared to this one. This -- this was a moment I would remember for the rest of my life. His smile, no one would ever smile at me like that. I was sure of it. It was only him.

I didn't feel embarrassed anymore, I felt empowered. I felt beautiful because he made me feel beautiful, comfortable in my own skin.

"I'm yours, Becca. Every single fucking day. I'm yours for all of them." And then his mouth crashed into mine and my entire world shattered. Everything I once knew broke and remoulded itself into a new world - a world where Brett was at the centre of everything.

Impatiently, I reached down and began to unbuckle his jeans. The stupid thing was stuck, it wouldn't move no matter what I tried, or maybe my fingers were simply trembling too much to successfully undo it.

Brett smiled against my lips and a second later his hands were covering mine. In one swift motion the belt was off and he pushed his pants down his legs as I wiggled off mine, throwing them to the side of the bed. I took a deep breath and unclasped my bra, slowly taking it off as Brett froze on top of me, his eyes following my fingers.

I felt more vulnerable than ever before. Brett tilted to the side, balancing himself on his elbow as he stared down at me, his eyes wandering down my bare legs and back up again, lingering on my chest for a second longer before his eyes met mine, a lazy smile on his lips.

"I love you," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, before he began to kiss me again, his lips trembling wildly atop my own.

I arched my neck upwards, a strangled moan escaping. I was on fire, every part of me was burning, my body taking on a life of its own.

"Brett," I said, my voice coming out in a squeak.

"What is it, love?" He asked, his eyes searching mine frantically.

I swallowed, glancing elsewhere and not able to look him in the eyes. "I've never done this before. I don't... I don't know what... what to do."

The embarrassment I felt vanished instantly when my gaze returned to Brett's. His eyes were so gentle as he watched me, glistening with love and desire all swirled into the depth of blue.

"I know, Becca," he said softly, rubbing his fingertips down my arm slowly, teasing. "Let me teach you."

I heard the faint rustle of a packet tearing as Brett reached into his nightstand, before shifting his body back to mine.

After that, my world went white, like a hundred tiny stars had exploded before my eyes for as far as I could see, feel and hear. When the fragments faded it was only Brett left, shining above me.

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