*GO TO DELICACY: PRIVATE CHAPTERS TO READ THE MATURE VERSION*

"Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections"
—John Legend

Reid and I approach a cozy looking condo settled right by the ocean. I watch patiently as he moves to a large planter, lifts it up, and reveals non other than a house key. He unlocks the door and we walk into a beautiful entry way. The welcoming scent of lemons and sea water make me smile.  I un-loop my scarf from my neck and hang it up on a hook. Reid kicks off his shoes and I follow.

"C'mon," he walks through the house like he's been here a million times, turning every sharp corner without a falter in his step. "Go ahead and choose something to watch, I'll make us some food."

The plush velvet couch sinks beneath me as I slowly take a seat. I kick my feet up and lay on the couch while flipping through the channels.

Stranger Things — finished

Moana — seen that too many times with Holly

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn-Part 1 — never seen

I hit play and watch as the screen turns from black to red. 'Summit Entertainment' reads across the screen with music to set the scene. The smell of pizza wafts up my nose and I internally sigh. I twiddle a piece of hair in between my fingers and watch as the movie plays out.

"Babygirl," Reid interrupts and holds out a piece of pizza for me. I smile and take the plate from him. The first bite is absolutely delectable.

"Did you make this?" I ask in amazement.

"Of course. I guess I forgot to mention I love cooking. If I wasn't in my fathers business, I would be in culinary school," He says proudly. Wow, he's a keeper alright.

"Your fathers business?" I ask. I've never learned about what he actually does. He seems to still at my question, having a mental war whether to explain or not. "Reid, you can tell me—"

"Mafia." He blurts out. My stomach drops a tad and honey eyes widen . . . like the Mafia?

"Okay . . . what do you do in this Mafia?"

"I'm the boss. Ryder, Luis, Jake and Ryan are just some of my men."

"And what you do . . . it's illegal?"

"Well, not all of it. But yes," I know he's tense about me asking all this. But if we are to move further in this relationship, I need to know.

"Okay." He seems surprised by my answer.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I mean you and your men saved me."

"Right, I know you must not be okay with this—"

"Reid, baby. Its okay . . . and I am," I send him a smile and his lips tug upward.
I turn back to the screen.

*spoiler if you haven't seen the movie*

Bella drops her towel on the sandy beach and advances to Edward, who is halfway submerged in the water and staring at the moon.

"You are so beautiful," Edward admires Bella.

"I promised that we'd try," he pauses, "if this doesn't work . . ."

"I trust you."

They both start heavily making out. Their naked bodies pressed against each other as the moon shines down on them.

Oh god, a sex scene?

They move into their bedroom and continue. Edward reaches up and grips the headboard, snapping the fine bark while the whole canopy collapse.

"It's okay," Bella confirms.

I look over to Reid and to my surprise he's already staring. "What?" I ask, oblivious to why he's staring at me with such lust.

"You are so beautiful," He says in the same way Edward admired Bella. Suddenly, I feel compelled to him. I shift over and he meets me halfway. He pulls me into his lap, each of my legs on one side of his waist. I can feel his manhood's excitement as I straddle him.

"Babygirl," he murmured before I plant my lips on his. His tongue dominates mine while his hands roam my body.

"I want you," I say breathlessly in between kisses.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I bite his lip and draw it back in conformation. A guttural growl emits from his throat. My body hums at the electric thrill.

He stands and leads us to God knows where, I'm assuming the bedroom. A loud snap echos and I turn to see he's kicked the door open. Though my lips have separated from his, that doesn't stop him. Reid plants open mouthed kisses on my neck and jawline. I moan while he throws me on the bed.

I bounce a bit before he hovers over me. To show him I'm completely okay with everything, I rip—literally—rip off his T-shirt. His abs out on display with the ink under his skin make the thrill of it all kick into overdrive.

I smile and tug off the rest of his shirt. My clothes follow. He tugs off my knit sweater and unclasps my bra. My breasts pool out and my buds erect from the sexual tension. That night, as we made love in the crisp white sheets, I've discovered something better than that of passion, and lust. It was love.

The rest of the evening we lay in each other's embrace. Our naked bodies tangled while he whispers sweet nothings that mean everything into my ear. Our love making felt unreal, so unreal I'd probably have to pinch my self a million times. It feels as if we've just bonded our souls; connecting on a whole different level.

This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, but does he feel the same way?