—"Remember, we're headed to New York this summer." I tell Brie as I hug her, she nods her head and I feel Clay's eyes on us.—

He kisses me and leaves. Maybe going to New York will be okay now that he is willing to head to London. I head upstairs to finish packing. Warm sweaters, leggings, and cute tuques to go with my outfits. A dress or two, just in case. I pull out Clay's suitcase and fill it with boxers, socks, and his white tanks. He can pack the rest of his clothing when he gets back. I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness about our upcoming trip. It's not every day that we get to travel to Europe together, and I want everything to be perfect. I double-check the flight details and make sure our passports are in order. As I zip up my suitcase, I can't help but wonder what adventures await us in London and beyond.

Music blares from downstairs, and I laugh as MKTO runs through the speakers. I make my way down and join Brie. Dancing our hearts out and leaving all the world's problems outside. A laugh catches my attention, and I smile, grabbing Clay's hand. He laughs harder as his body presses against mine. "Baby, you're so classic!" Brie and I shout along with the lyrics to the song.

"You're crazy; you know that?" Clay whispers in my ear. I turn to face him and laugh, saying, "I know, but you still love me."

"Yes, yes, I do." He picks me up. "Always," he whispers. The next song comes on, and Brie and I dance our hearts out. It's our last night before heading off to London, so I'm determined to have some fun with her.

The music dies down, and we all decide to order dinner. As we sit at the table to eat. I find myself taking glances over at Clay as he laughs at Logan's terrible jokes. The night flies by, and we all head up to bed.

Clay opens his arms for me to cuddle with him. I suggest we try and get some sleep since we have to be up early and head to the airport. But Clay always has other plans. I'll never complain when his hand runs up my thigh as he kisses me. Every time he touches me, my body explodes. I feel electrified with each kiss and each touch. I kiss him harder and allow him to take control as I slip off into the eternal bliss he puts me in.

As we lay in bed, Clay's touch sends shivers through my body. The heat between us is electric, and I can feel every nerve ending tingle with pleasure. We kiss fervently, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, hungry for more. In the darkness of the room, we surrender ourselves to each other completely.

I close my eyes and let go completely, giving myself over to the pure pleasure of our intimacy. Clay knows just how to touch me, and I am overwhelmed with sensation as we explore each other's bodies. It's as if time stands still as we move together in perfect harmony, lost in the rapture of our passion. The ecstasy that we share is beyond words, and every moment with him is pure magic. Our bodies entwine as we make love throughout the night. It's only when the early light of the morning filters through the curtains that we finally lay there, spent and satisfied.

He is like a drug; He's addicting. I can never get enough.

Every time we're together, I crave him more and more. It's like my body and soul were made for his touch, and I can't imagine ever being with anyone else. Even in the quiet moments after our lovemaking, I feel an intense connection to him that goes beyond physical pleasure. We talk and laugh, and I realise that he knows me better than anyone else in the world. It's as if we're two halves of a whole, and I can't help but feel grateful for every moment we share together.

But at the same time, there's a fear that lingers in the back of my mind. What if something were to happen to us? What if our time together was cut short? The thought of losing him sends a shiver down my spine and fills me with a sense of dread. I try not to dwell on it too much, but the fear is always there, lurking in the shadows. Despite that, I know that I'll continue to crave him endlessly, cherishing every moment we have together.

I'll make sure to always tell him how much he means to me, how much I love him, and how grateful I am to have him in my life. I'll hold his hand a little tighter, hug him a little longer, and savour every kiss. Because in the end, all we have is the present moment, and I don't want to waste a single second of it. So I'll choose to focus on the love we share, and trust that no matter what happens, we'll always have each other.