IT WAS THE end of a home game. We'd won, and we were rejoicing in the locker rooms. And doing what College boys do, jumped, tell stupid jokes, talk about what girls we were going to bone next, what clothes they'd be wearing, how many rounds we were going to go, and so on.

I wasn't a part of it. I sat in one corner, half naked and all, quietly and moody as my mom would put it. I told Kimmie how I felt about her a couple of days ago, and she freaked out. And by freaked out I mean, she ran and has never spoken to me since. She's been ignoring my calls and texts, walking away from any classroom or hall she knows I might be in. I've been to her drama and art class and she's been skipping them, because she knows she'd see me.

Worst part, I'd been fucking terrified. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she didn't want things to be like that? What if she just wanted to be friends? What if my fucked up reputation as "Ace" had driven her away? I felt fucked. I felt screwed up. I felt sad, heartbroken even. And I couldn't tell anyone, they'd just laugh at me and find me some chick to screw with. And I sure as hell didn't want that. I wanted one thing, one person, Kimberly Summers.

"Okay, everyone says you guys have incredible chemistry, and from the frozen four kiss on YouTube with over Two million views, I'm guessing this isn't going to be new for you guys, right?" Neil asks Kim and I, other crew members present, waiting for our answers.

Kim's tongue peeks out to wet her bottom lip and she toys with her bracelet. Yeah, we both fucking nervous, been scratching my hair since I got here.

"Can I talk to Kim for a moment?" I ask Neil and Kim shoots me a look that says, "WHAT?" more shock than anger. I can't avoid her anymore, she's in my everything that the fucking moment.

"Yeah, yeah," Neil smiles as I guide Kim to one corner of the room, where no one can hear us.

"You're nervous," I state and she rubs her palms together, proving my point. "You weren't nervous last night," I raise a brow and her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. I gulp at the small movement.

"What are you doing? Your actions this morning made it clear that you don't want to talk to me, so what— what is this?" She throws her arms up, confusion clear on her face.

"Let's just do this and get it over with," I tell her. "I don't like the way your hands are shaking, Kimmie,"

"Then why don't you take your own advice? Frankly I've never had any problems kissing you in front of anyone," and with that, she storms off.

"We're ready," she tells Neil and the rest of the crew, her voice slightly shaken and my heart thundering in my chest. She's right. I'm the problem, not her.

I couldn't think about anything else that night. Just her. Visions of her lips clouded my vision so much that I couldn't move, I wouldn't move. The way she'd pout them when she needed something, how focused she'd be when she painted, the tiny paintbrushes and pencils she'd keep by her ear just so she'd be able to get them when she needed them and the way she'd smile when she got what she wanted on the paper. She was indeed perfect, the one I wanted, the one I needed. But did she feel the same way? That I didn't fucking know.

"ACTION!" Neil's voice booms in my ear and we both switch from Lee and Kimmie to Brandon and Ivory. Brandon and Ivory have finally bitten the bullet and are finally having the conversation they've both wanted to have but have been too chicken to have it. The camera rolls and Ivory starts speaking.

"What are you doing back?" Ivory asks, her arms crossed on her chest.

"You, I came back for you," Brandon breathes, and Ivory rolls eyes. Those eyes.

"You can't be serious," Ivory laughs, a pained sound follows after.

"I'm fucking serious, Ivory, I'm back here because of you," Brandon inches closer to Ivory.

"Well, bullshit," Ivory moves a step back, away from him. "It's been what? Three years and you think I've just been sitting around waiting for you to come back from wherever, screw you, I've moved on, you need to move on too," Ivory's chest heaves up and down, nervous feelings kicking in.

"I want you to look me in the eye and say that," Brandon inches closer to her, so close that their noses are almost touching. Ivory shuts her eyes. Kim's heart thunders beneath her clothes.

"What?" She breathes, her eyes flutter open and she looks away, trying so desperately to ignore his piercing gaze.

"Look me in the eye and say that and I'll walk away, I won't bother you again, I'll fucking walk away," Brandon says, every inch of his body begging her to say the opposite. Lee gulps.

I got up, made my way to the showers for a quick one, enough to wash away the endless sweat from today's game. The water was so cold, but I didn't care, I didn't care about anything in that moment. After this I was going to go to her dorm building and throw stones at her window until she gave me an answer. My palms became clammy, evidence of my impatience. When I was done, I wrapped a huge towel around my waist and I walked back to the main locker room. And that's when I saw her.

"Brandon," Ivory pants, her lips inching closer to Brandon's needy lips.

Brandon takes the lead, he kisses Ivory with everything in him. Their lips collide and they both let out pleasure filled hisses. Ivory grabs Brandon's clothes, ripping them off of him until her small soft hands come in contact with Brandon's chiseled muscles and arms.

Except it's not Brandon and Ivory anymore. It's Lee and Kimmie.

Fuck.

The moment I feel her hands on my bare skin, I lose it. I pull at the strings of her clothes and I kiss her, desperately, our tongues colliding and our breaths coming higher and higher. She's my own personal addiction, my own personal drug, my personal everything. I need, I want, I need, I want. I tug behind her, desperate to take off her bra, to worship her handful breasts, to kiss them, to mark them. And that's when we both hear it.

"END SCENE!" Neil's voice. Crew members, the cameras. Holy fucking shit. Kim and I pull away from each other, my eyes spot my shirts on the floor and I grab them immediately, before looking at Neil, whose face is almost as white as snow.

"Well that was one hell of a scene," he chuckles nervously, and as he claps, the other crew members and the producer join in. The intimacy director lurks behind them.

"And I guess you guys don't need me," she sighs, her eyes lingering on my chest for a few minutes before her eyes meet Kim's and she walks away from the room.

"Well, that was way too real," Neil chuckles nervously and I feel Kim coming up beside me.

"We were in character, of course we had to make it look real," Kim smiles nervously. "Right, Ace?"

"Right," I feign a smile at a terrified looking Neil.

"Well, everyone take five, get drunk or whatever, we're done for today," Neil takes one final look at us before he joins everyone to leave. Kimmie sighs behind me.

"You got me alright? I really really wanna kiss you and I fucking enjoy it," I spell it out for her, but she doesn't say a word, so I turn to look at her. Her chest heaves up and down.

"That was too real," she sighs. "we can't be that careless next time,"

"That was too real? We can't be that careless? That's all you have to say?" I choke out.

"You left before I woke up, so yes, Lee, that's all I have to say!" She raises her arms up in exhaustion.

"Kimmie, I'm sorry," I groan, taking her hands in mine; she pulls away immediately.

"Don't do that? I already feel dumb okay, congratulations, I feel so fucking dumb, I literally threw myself at you and you didn't—"

"I didn't what, Kim? Say it!" I yell. "You think I don't want to touch you? Is that really what you think? I'm I really that unreadable?" I take her right hand and I place it on my crotch. She freezes. "There, I want you!"

I remember it like yesterday, she just walked into the locker room and kissed the shit out of me. I tuned everyone out, I felt her, I grabbed her ass and she continued to kiss and kiss, looking for access to my tongue, an access I gave her immediately. Our tongues fisted with eachother, it felt so fucking good, so fucking good. My heart stormed in my chest and my pulse went up so high, that was the kind of feeling she gave me. I was so addicted to the way her hands roamed around my body, my chest, my forearms, and by the time her hand reached my crotch, I snapped my eyes open.

"I love you too, I love you, I'm sorry I took so long, I love you, Hudson Lee James, I love you, I love you so so so much," she rasped, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Lee," she murmurs.

"I fucking want you, but see that's the problem, I don't deserve you, you deserve better,"

"And so what? I fuck who I wanna fuck," she murmurs. "And I don't get why this is so hard, my life is complicated I get it, but I didn't ask you to be with me, Lee, I asked you for one thing, which you're really good at, I asked you to fuck me, and then we can go back to being friends, which we're really crappy at," she laughs, a sarcastic note to it.

"Come on," I grabbed her hand and she followed behind me. She was a bit slow, so I grabbed her into my arms as I ran for the best place to fuck her right now, the emptiest place— coach's office. The moment we both got in, I locked the door behind us and I set her on the floor and kissed her mercilessly, every wet kiss a confession of my love for her, all of which she returned. Our clothes were on the floor in an instant and I bent her over the huge desk, taking a moment to admire the back view of her body, her essence, I pushed into her and she cried out loud, I pushed in and out, repeatedly, spanking her behind, watching her enjoy it, watching her savor every moment— I did too. I wanted to keep our orgasms on hold, I wanted this fucking feeling to last forever, to never, ever, never end, but a woman's orgasm is necessary. Her orgasm hit her, buckling her legs as I too, followed suit, releasing all of me on her ass. I grabbed her in my arms and I kissed her, whispering the words "I love you" in between every fucking kiss.

I push her to a corner, and I slam my lips against hers, and as always, the feeling of never wanting this to stop, never wanting this to end, needing to be with her, needing to be the man of her heart— it all comes back to me.

Well then I guess I'm royally screwed.

A/N

We're half way in so I made new banners! Hope you like them? I know this is a short chapter, but this was me trying something new— an intermission between the past and the present, Lee's thoughts, of how much he wants Kim and how undeserving he feels; and I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next update!