The next three weeks were a blur. I didn't speak to Molly. The more I thought about what she'd done, the angrier I felt. I didn't want to speak with her until my anger had subsided and I could think clearly.

Scott started spending more and more time with me, more specifically at my house. He was tired of getting the Spanish Inquisition from Molly every time he went back to theirs regarding me and if I was ready to speak to her yet.

We still hadn't had sex as of yet. I was more than happy spending time with him, focusing on building our emotional connection before anything more physical happened. We had spent several nights naked in bed together, little more than hugging and kissing going on. Each night that passed with no sex only reassured me that he wanted me for more than sex and was as committed to this relationship going the right way as much as I was.

Tonight, though, I felt like I was ready for that to change. Taking things to the next level felt like the right thing to do to solidify our bond further and bring us closer together.

Molly and Chris had gone out for the afternoon, so Scott jumped at the opportunity to go back to theirs and fetch some clean clothes. When he came back, we decided to order pizza and indulge in some crappy TV.

Cuddled up on the sofa with him, watching Impractical Jokers and eating my body weight in pizza had me happier than a pig in mud. I briefly wondered why I hadn't ever wanted this before and instantly answered my own question—because I'd never had the right person to make me want it.

That dawning reality made me then question the depth of my feelings for Scott. Was I admitting that he was potentially the right one for me? If so, what did that mean exactly? Was I in love with him? Was it time to tell him?

I couldn't bring myself to think about that too much and potentially ruin the night for both of us. Thinking too deeply made me anxious and being anxious had done me no good up to this point in my life.

When Impractical Jokers finished at ten p.m., Scott suggested us going to bed and I readily agreed. We headed upstairs and stripped off before jumping into bed, snuggling up to each other.

My head resting on his shoulder as he laid on his back, I started drawing circles with my index finger all over his chest and then said, "Are you tired?"

He kissed the side of my head and said, "Not overly. Are you?"

"Definitely not," I said, turning my head to look up at him.

He glanced down at me and said, "I don't want to get things wrong and screw this up. Are you hinting at something?"

I giggled and nodded. "I think I'm ready."

My heart soared as I watched a broad grin sweep over his handsome face. "Are you sure?"

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. "Definitely."

He lifted a hand and touched the bottom of my chin with his index finger, tilting my face up slightly. "You've no idea how happy I am to hear that."

I grinned. "I bet."

He chuckled and moved onto his side, hovering over me with a pleasurable threat. "Just relax and let me love you." The sound of the dreaded 'L' word sent my heart rate through the roof. I don't know what my eyes said but he then said, "Don't worry. I'm not telling you I love you, I'm just saying let me make love to you."

A shy smile folded over my lips as I calmed down a little and succumbed to his words. He rolled me onto my back and told me to close my eyes. I did as I was told and shut my eyes, my whole body suddenly on alert as I awaited his touch.

He touched my stomach with his fingertips, gently drawing patterns over my skin as he made his way up to my breasts. Circling around my nipples but not quite touching them, he then trailed his hand back down to my hip bone, tracing a line right across my lower stomach.

Brushing his lips over mine, I laid my arms around his neck and kept him planted to my mouth as he slipped his tongue inside, gently lapping at my tongue with a slow, tantalising tease.

I could feel my core starting to heat up, flushing my body with heat as bundle after bundle of excited tingles built between my legs. He brought his hand back up my body, settling it in my cleavage as he deepened our kiss and entwined our tongues together.

Taking one of my hands from around his neck and running it down the length of his body, I reached out, needing to feel him and his desire for me. As I wrapped my hand around his erection, I let out a small moan of pleasure. He had such a girth my fingers could barely meet. I just knew he'd feel amazing inside me.

He moved his hand from between my cleavage and slid it over my left breast, letting the palm of his hand skim over my sensitive nipple. I gasped and shuddered from the unexpected touch but silently begged him to do it again.

Cupping my breast with his hand, he rolled his thumb around on my nipple sending potent throbs straight between legs. I began moving my hand up and down his length, eager to feel him and pleasure him as he was already doing me.

He broke our kiss after a couple of minutes and put his hand on mine. "Careful," he said. "It's been a while. I don't want to get too excited."

I smiled. "Ok, I understand."

He inched down the bed so I could no longer reach him, leaving me feeling a little frustrated that I couldn't return the favour to him at the moment. Kissing his way from my neck to my right breast, he gently took my nipple into his mouth, licking it with such a soft touch, I felt nothing except heat and excitement pooling between my legs.

As he continued teasing my left nipple with his thumb whilst caressing my right nipple with his tongue, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall back into heaven. I could feel my core tightening already and I knew if he carried on in this lazy, torturous rhythm I would find my release before he even touched me down there.

Minutes passed as he drove me to the point of insanity, to the edge of begging him to touch between my legs. When he finally moved his hand to my clit, I moaned with relief. He slipped a finger inside me, letting out a groan as he felt how excited I was.

He glided his finger back up to my clit, massaging me with a leisurely tempo as I edged closer to my sweet release. He flicked his tongue over my nipple with a little more pressure just as he picked up the pace massaging my clit. Within seconds I was gone, falling over my edge to float on cloud nine.

As I revelled in all the tension leaving my body and the fire in my core being dowsed slightly, he moved over the top of me and nestled between my legs.

Bumping our noses together, he looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes of his and said, "Can I?"

I nodded and smiled.

He positioned himself at my entrance and then pushed inside me at the same time he slid his tongue inside my mouth. We both moaned as he moved through me and as he reached his limit, he paused for a second. I could already feel him twitching inside me.

Keeping our tongues dancing together in a lingering embrace, he started moving his hips again, each stroke in and out hitting my G-spot. The more I focused on how amazing he felt, the more turned on I became and the closer my promise of a second orgasm.

I lifted my legs and curled them around his body, giving him deeper access. He shifted himself up slightly and carried on with his relaxed rhythm, reaching me at depths I'd only ever felt with one other person.

My core started tightening as his persistent, languid moves pushed me gently to my edge. As he started twitching inside me, I found my second release, breaking off our kiss to gasp for breath. Seconds later I felt him pulsing as he stilled and then gasped for his own air.

"Don't worry," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. "I can do round two."

I smiled. "I'm already looking forward to that."

"Give me five minutes and I'll be good to go."

I couldn't help but grin like the cat who'd got the cream.

***

Waking the next morning with Scott next to me, after such an amazing night, felt absolutely out of this world. I knew instantly that I'd made the right call in making us both wait to be physically intimate, and it had been wholly worth it.

I felt closer to him this morning than I ever had, and I just knew that each time we had sex, it would reaffirm us as a couple and make us stronger.

Scott woke up and upon seeing me already awake, reached for me and pulled me into his arms. "Last night was incredible," he whispered. "I can't wait to do that all over again."

I kissed his chest and nodded in agreement. "Me neither."

"I'm hungry," he said. "Let's make breakfast."

We got up and headed downstairs, making bacon and egg rolls for breakfast. Just as we sat down and started eating them, Scott's phone rang. He gave a slight frown before dashing into the kitchen to grab it.

I heard him speaking in a quiet voice but couldn't really make out what he was saying. I knew he would tell me though when he came back.

"I'm really sorry," he said, coming back into the dining room a minute or so later. "But my dad has just called. He's just landed at Heathrow and wants to see me. I need to finish breakfast and go."

A swell of disappointment rose inside me, but I nodded and smiled. "Of course."

"I'll get some clean clothes whilst I'm out and come back around later. Is that ok?"

I grinned at him. "Did you even need to ask?"

We finished breakfast before Scott ran upstairs and made himself presentable. Giving me a quick peck on the lips before he ran out, I closed the door behind him and felt an empty space next to me already.

How weird was it that I was missing him already? I couldn't help but grin to myself as I headed upstairs for a shower that this was the beginning of me finally settling into a normal relationship and feeling all the things I should have been feeling before now. It just took the right person to bring it all out of me.

After my shower, I got myself dressed and set about cleaning the house. By lunchtime, everything was sparkling clean. I made myself a cheese and onion toasted sandwich and sat on the sofa, flicking through the TV channels mindlessly.

My phone beeped with a text and I grabbed at it eagerly, expecting to see Scott's name. When I picked my phone up and saw a notification from Paul, my heart somersaulted before leaping into a galloping rhythm inside my chest.

Paul: I meant what I said. X

I read those words over and over again, each time making my heart skip a beat. His words came back to haunt me all over again I miss you..., and I couldn't ignore the little tug at my heart whenever I thought about that phone call.

Regardless, I was with Scott now and I could not, and would not, jeopardise our relationship. The future I wanted was now finally here and nothing would make me let go of it. Not even that damn hot Greek sex God, Paul Connors.

I sucked in a deep breath and decided to reply.

Me: And you also meant what you said when you reconfirmed the status of our 'arrangement' repeatedly.

He replied instantly.

Paul: I had to. You have no idea how much I didn't want to. X

Me: What on earth is that supposed to mean?

I stared at my phone waiting for a reply, but nothing came. My light mood now darkened, I decided my answer to that was junk food. Raiding my kitchen cupboards, I found a half-eaten pack of peanuts, a packet of unopened Jaffa Cakes, and a share bag of cheesy Doritos.

Pouring myself an afternoon glass of wine, I sat back down on the sofa and stuffed myself silly. My phone didn't beep anymore, and I wondered what he was now thinking.

Twenty minutes later, as I peeled myself off the sofa to refill my glass of wine, a knock on the door scared the life out of me, making me jump. I was expecting no visitors today.

My stomach churned as thoughts of who it could be all pointed to one answer. My heart rate trebling, I walked to the door and opened it.

Sure enough, Paul stared back at me, his sapphire blue eyes tinged with a sadness I'd never seen before.

"Hi," he said. He flicked his eyes to my empty wine glass and then said, "Bad day?"

I snorted. "It is now."

"Don't be like that, Ky."

I glared at him. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to see you."

I snorted. "Didn't your mum teach you I want never gets?"

"Kyra—"

"No." My voice came out a little louder than I expected. "Don't 'Kyra' me. You treated me like a piece of shit on the bottom of your shoe before pissing off for three weeks without a single word."

"I called and said I missed you."

"And that's supposed to make up for it, is it?"

He sighed. "I know it doesn't. I just...I'm sorry. For everything."

"No, you're not."

"I am."

"Prove it."

He frowned. "How do you expect me to prove it? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't bothered, would I? I would have waited until Monday to see you otherwise. My plane landed three hours ago, and I came straight here."

I could feel my heart melting at being so near to him again, but this was not the time to be letting my heart rule my head. My heart is what got me into this mess in the first place.

My mind decided to betray me at that point, serving me with memories of his arms wrapped around me and his lips grazing over my skin. I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine. How could he affect me so much?

I pushed the thoughts away and said, "Ah, I see. You thought you'd come apologise and I'd hump your brains out in some idealistic view of make-up sex."

He shook his head. "Not at all. My life isn't black and white and simple. I need to explain a few things to you."

"For what reason? What are you going to gain from doing so?"

He hesitated before he replied, "I just thought if you understood a few things, our situation might be different."

"Different how? You finished this. Deal with it. You made your bed now go lie in it."

"Can I come in?" he said, his brilliant blue eyes imploring me to agree.

"Why?"

"So we can talk."

I shook my head. "No, it's not a good idea."

"Why not?"

I took a deep breath and then said, "Because I'm with Scott now."

Shock spread across his handsome face like wildfire. His eyes clouded over with confusion. "Since when?"

"Since you left."

"Oh." He took a step back, his voice barely audible. "Have you...?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

He nodded, staring down at his shoes. He glanced up at me, a slight glisten hazing over his eyes. "I think I should go."

I nodded, my own tears threatening to spill.

He walked back to his car, shoulders sagging and head down. I couldn't help that a little piece of me went with him.