She is the only person I have ever loved, and I adore her. She's my ecstasy, and because she's unique, she makes me insane. She is exactly who I need. When I gaze into her eyes, I feel as though I am in heaven. I only desire her love.

She looks up at me, tears soaking her face. The sadness that comes from her breaks my once cold heart. I know that I will do everything in my power to make her happy and make up for all the pain she has endured.

"How can you love me? Thirty minutes ago, you hated me." I don't hate her; rather, I detest how she made me feel while also loving her. But I also fucked up.

"I don't feel that way. I apologise for acting so insincerely toward you. I never intended to treat you so harshly." I say, holding back the tears that want to escape.

I want to hold her close.

She smiles, making me feel better about lashing out at her earlier. Her eyes meet mine. "Well, you can hate me, but you and I both want the same thing," she says, looking down. She wants me as much as I want her; I can hear her heart beating, she's nervous, it's sexy, but then I remember she wanted space.

"I thought you needed space to figure things out," I say quietly.

"I do... I did." She says, "I tried to put the idea of you and me in the past. I thought I was able to. That's why, tonight, I wanted to get my mind off it. I needed to be out and have the music drown out my thoughts. I didn't care that someone had his hands all over my body."

She looks down and steps away. "But as I was dancing, I pictured you with me; no matter what I do or what happens, you're the one I want to run to. So when Logan told me you were upset, I took the chance to try and talk to you." She sighs. "I've been fine on my own, I did fine being free, but I don't know why I want to be over-loved by you."

This girl—I don't know what to do with her. She drives me crazy. I step towards her and wrap my arm around her waist, using my other hand to cup her face. Gently, I kiss her, taking in her breath. She tastes so good, and I don't ever want to let go. I look at her, hoping that she can read me and know I'm not lying as I tell her,

"I need you in my life. I've never been so scared of losing something in my entire life. Then again, nothing in my life has ever meant as much as you do." She's taken back by what I just said. She knows my reputation; she knows this is something I would never say unless I meant it. We part, and she heads back to her room and sits at her desk. I take a seat at the edge of her bed; she stares at me intensely, biting on her thumbnail. I can see the gears moving in her head.

"When the nights got hard, and you had all those girls around, did you think about us?" She asks, getting up and walking towards me.

"Of course, all the time," I tell her. She's all I thought about. Standing in between my legs, I grip her hips. She straddles herself on top of me, and she kisses me.

This feels good.

She rocks back and forth, and I feel myself getting hard for her. "Damn, baby." I breathe.

She moves to kiss my neck. As her tongue grazes my collarbone, I groan. "Did you think about us?" I say in between breaths; she gives one more soft kiss and comes back to face me.

"Every day, I had no idea what I would do. I missed you and kept thinking that all I needed was one more touch from you, and I would be okay, but being near you makes my heart weaker. It's hard to pretend that I didn't fall for you and all of your mess. I want you and nobody else!" She tells me. Leaning into my ear, she whispers, "You don't even know the things I want to do."

Although I am aware of where this is leading, I'm not sure if she is ready. While she is kissing my neck, I moan her name and question, "What do you want?"

She looks at me. "I want you!" I place my lips on hers and use my tongue to part her mouth. I've never experienced the feeling that is coming over me. I simply know that I want her to stay forever. My shirt is pulled over my head as she places her hands on my chest and draws a circle around my tattoos with her index finger. I hold onto her tightly and flip her onto the bed, unzipping the remainder of her skirt as I go. She is perfect; every fault is what drives me wild. I love the dimples at the base of her spine that she despises so much.

My fingers slide under the waist of her underwear to remove them while I give her body kisses and spread her thighs with my leg. She moans as I move my finger inside her sensitive area until I reach her place; her cries make me want her even more. I begin softly and slowly, moving quicker, and she elevates her hips, but I use my free arm to push her back down.

"Clay!" she screams.

"Come for me, baby," I tell her, and within seconds she does just that, her eyes shut, and she's breathing heavily.

"Are you sure?" I ask her.

"Yes, I want you," she says. Her hands move to my jeans, and she unbuttons them. I tug them down, grab the condom in my pocket, rip it open, and put it on. She's antsy, but I stop her.

"Are you sure?" I check again, and she nods. "Okay, let me know if it hurts, and I'll stop," I say, kissing her.

She gasps as I slide inside of her before relaxing. I am reluctant to move. I want to avoid hurting her. She envelops my neck in her arms and gives me a passionate kiss while I move gently. She has some control over me, and I love it. Within minutes, we both moan and fall to our backs on the pillows.

The room is silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I turn to her and whisper, "I love you." She smiles and says it back. We lay there, tangled in each other's arms, feeling completely satisfied and content.