I'm not sure how long we stayed there with our gazes interlocked and my heart pounding away. 

I stared at him, desperately hoping that he would take back his words. He couldn't love me; he just couldn't. 

He swallowed and took a step closer to me, his eyes soft and vulnerable. As he tried to grab my hand, I tore it away and shook my head. I fought back the tears that were threatening to bubble to the surface.

 "No, you don't, you don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice shaking slightly.

Shaking his head, he let out a stressed laugh. "Yes, I do, Sophie. I know what I feel," he said, his eyes searching into mine. "I love you."

As I heard him say the words again the last of me broke, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I shoved it away from me roughly. "I can't believe I thought I could be your friend. I should have left you alone."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you-"

"I-I need to go; I shouldn't have come here," I whispered before turning for the door. I ripped it open before marching my way out of his bedroom and to his front door. Quickly ripping my bag off the back of the kitchen chair, I turned for the door.

I heard footsteps beat the floor before a hand grabbed my arm."Wait, hold on a second," Nathan said as he swung me around. I swallowed as I took in the startling intensity of his eyes.

He let out a disbelieving laugh. "What? So, you're going to leave again? You promised me you wouldn't do that again. Do you not know how much that hurt when you did that to me in Greece? That shit hurt, Sophie. I told you about Aiden, my dead brother, and then you ran. After I broke down against you, after I nearly killed myself worrying about your safety..and...and- why the fuck do you keep running?" he yelled, the whites of his eyes brimming red.

"And now," he said, his voice considerably weakened. "And now, I just told you I love you, and that's still not enough to make you stay..."

As I stared back at him, the pain in his eyes became almost haunting. My heart continued to hammer away so violently that I felt like I could have been sick.

Backing away from him slowly, I continued to shake my head over and over. "Nathan, please, please don't say that," I whispered.

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to me. "And why the hell not? It's the truth! You might be okay pretending that there's nothing between us, but I'm not. Do you know how painful it is to hold in my fucking feelings all the time? To pretend that I don't mind being your stupid friend. To pretend that it doesn't hurt every time you push and push me away," he yelled.

"Well, I don't like it either, Nathan," I snapped, losing my patience. "Do you think it doesn't hurt to push you away? Do you think I enjoy calling you my friend? Do you think it doesn't kill me inside every time I lie and say I feel nothing for you? Well, newsflash Nathan, I hate it! I hate every second that I have to pretend that I don't love you. So, maybe you should get off your high fucking pony and-"

"What did you say?" Nathan interrupted, his voice soft yet riddled with disbelief.

I backtracked and replayed my earlier words over again, then I froze as I realized exactly what I had admitted. I had told him, I loved him.

"I...I..I-" I stuttered, my eyes darting around desperately. Letting out a sound of frustration, I snapped my eyes back up to meet him. "Well, okay, fine, so what if I love you? That still doesn't-"

My words got cut off as Nathan suddenly pushed me against the wall and crashed his lips down onto mine.

The gasp that escaped my lips soon dissipated into a moan as he grabbed my chin and started to move his lips softly against mine. The soothing scent of him submerged me, and I found myself melting into his grasp as his touch gave me breath. 

My hand moved to his back and pulled him closer towards me, digging my fingers into his back as I kissed him back - meeting each movement of his mouth with equal vigor. It was a hot, needy, passionate kiss, and it was supplying me with everything I was craving for the last five months, but then it was gone. 

I ripped myself away from him and pushed him back. "Nathan, no, this is wrong," I breathed out, my voice coming out shaky and raw. 

Still breathing heavily from our kiss, he looked back and forth between my eyes, his eyes ablaze with hurt. "Why the hell is it wrong?"

"Because I'm not fucking good enough for you! I've done bad things, unforgivable things, okay," I cried as tears started to blur my eyes.

His eyes instantly softened the moment he heard the crack in my voice. "Hey, hey, hey," he said softly as he grabbed my chin. Stepping closer to me, he lifted my chin till our eyes were level.

The warmth of his touch was calming as were his eyes, which were staring down at me with the utmost of care. "Listen to me carefully, Sophie. You will always, always be good enough for me. I don't know what's got you so scared, but whatever it is, I promise you it won't change anything. I love you, Sophie," he whispered as he softly stroked my cheek.

"Really?" I said, my voice cracking. "You..you really mean that?" I said weakly, my eyes searching his over and over. 

"Yes," he laughed gently. "I don't think I could love you any more if I tried," he whispered as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

His touch, the softness of his eyes, what he was saying; it was all too much. In a final eruption of passion, I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pulled his lips down onto mine.

I didn't hold back and let every repressed emotion seep through the kiss. Nathan surged to life and let out a deep low, moan and wrapped his arms around my waist before pressing me back against the wall. I could feel my heart racing away in my chest at finally having him hold me. Finally having him kiss me freely without having to force myself to pull apart. After all this torturous repression, I couldn't hold back anymore. And, I sure as hell didn't want to.

My hands found themselves running up the length of his back, searching hungrily over the surface. Nathan groaned as though he was in pain and suddenly ran his hand down my back before grabbing the back of my thighs to hoist me up into his arms. 

I squeaked in surprise as my back hit the wall again, but nonetheless, I wrapped my legs snuggly around him, trapping his torso to me. The sound that escaped my lips seemed to excite him as his kisses became more hungry and passionate as he pressed into me harder. I could barely think straight, and if it were not for the fact, he was holding me up, I'm pretty sure my legs might have given out.

His lips, still needing and over-powering, consumed all my thoughts that I barely even noticed his drifting hands until they cupped my ass. A second later, I was completely ripped off the wall.

I barely focused where we were going, so focused on kissing him until I was suddenly thrown roughly down onto the kitchen top counter. I pushed something with my hip, and a crash resounded as something smashed against the floor. 

I pulled away. "Shit, what was-"

"Couldn't care less," Nathan growled out before grabbing me by my chin driving my lips back to his.

 His hands shakily palmed at my thighs, so he could pull them apart and stand between them. I giggled a little into his mouth at his excitement. He was acting like he had been sexually repressed for the last fifty years. I shivered as I felt his hand dip underneath the back of my top to created delicious little ripples against my bare skin as he pulled me against him. 

Not even caring anymore, I ripped myself away from him, grabbed the end of my shirt, and hurriedly stripped it off myself. I chucked it carelessly somewhere on the floor, leaving me only in my black bra. 

Nathan's adam's apple bobbed as he took me in, his eyes darkening by the second. "God, you're beautiful...," he whispered. T

he words barely left his mouth before his lips were back on mine, kissing me hungrily. I felt his hand move up over my stomach before cupping at one of my breasts over my bra and kneading it softly.

 I moaned into his mouth. "Bedroom," I whispered against his lips. "Now," I mumbled.

Clearly not having to be told twice, Nathan suddenly ripped me off of the counter and started to carry me away without breaking away from the kiss.

I barely heard the slam of his bedroom door before I was suddenly thrown roughly down onto a bed. The delicious smell of the sheets let me know that it was his room and not the guest.

 I looked up at him and saw he was about to pounce on me, but I halted him with the raise of my hand. "Off," I said, pointing at his top. 

His lips tugged up in amusement, but he didn't hesitate and quickly ripped his top over his head. I smiled as the delicious-looking sight of his naked chiselled abs and pecs came into view.

 "You're bossy, aren't you?" he whispered as he climbed onto the bed and settled his weight on top of me. I laughed and grabbed the back of his head before pulling his lips down to meet mine.

At this point, we were both like animals, hungrily running our hands up and down each other's bodies. Kissing each other like we were each other's last breath of oxygen. I could feel our chests rising and falling heavily against one another, so desperate for each other's touch after all these months of repression.

Soon our jeans came off, then my bra. It was only at the point that he hooked a finger over the elastic of my panties, did he finally stop. He stopped sucking on my neck and pulled his head up to meet mine. 

Guilt shone through his head. "Shit, Sophie, I'm sorry. I-I'm getting carried away. We can sto-"

"Continue," I said breathlessly.

 He froze, his eyes meeting mine. "What, Seriously?" he stammered as his eyes scanned me over in disbelief. 

"Yes," I laughed. "I've known you for five months now. I don't need to do this slowly. I want everything," I stated boldly. 

Nathan's expression looked so happy it was almost comical, and he quickly returned his lips down onto mine. "God, I love you," he whispered against my lips. 

I smiled into the kiss. "And I love you too," I whispered softly.

Our words soon evaporated into shaky breaths as the last of our resistance ran away from us. All I was left with was one final beautiful thought: Nathan Woods was finally mine.  

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Author's note:

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. 

Also, just to make it clear this is where the scene ends. Make-out smut is all I'm comfortable with writing lol.  

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