Brett

I drove through the empty night streets with Becca beside me, neither of us saying a word, yet every part of me was aware of her presence. The air in the car was thick with tension, with electricity, every time I rubbed my thumb across her knee I felt the sparks shoot up inside me.

Every damn traffic light we got was red — the universe's way of playing a cruel joke on me. But the reds gave me the opportunity to stare at the beautiful girl beside me who was gazing out the window, chin resting in her palm.

I love you, she had said. As soon as those words escaped her mouth, I had decided that I would be content to just hear those three words for the rest of my life.

As if she could feel me staring, Becca turned her head slowly until her eyes met mine. She blinked at me innocently, a small, shy smile on her lips. It never ceased to amaze me how with just one little glance, she had me hooked.

Becca's eyes now were gentle, searching. When she told me back on the field that she wanted me like that, it was the first time I saw her eyes burn with the same passion, the same longing, I had felt every day since we first met. Seeing that emotion flicker into her eyes made my heart speed up like a freight train. Even now, I could feel and hear it beating so quickly in my chest.

I had slept with girls before, but that wasn't love -- it was just sex. But with Becca ... it would be so much more. For the first time, I found myself nervous for the night ahead. I wanted tonight to be special for her. She deserved that and so much more.

Lost in thought, Becca's mouth began to move and all I could picture was her lips on my skin. She continued to speak but I couldn't make out what she was saying, my mind already heading to forbidden territory and I was trying to reel it back in. I blinked, shaking my head to erase the thoughts as if my brain were an etch-a-sketch.

"The light is green, Brett." Becca was smiling at me shyly, like she could read my mind and knew exactly what I was just thinking about.

"Shit," I mumbled, reluctantly peeling my eyes away from her smirking face and focusing back on the road. I hit the gas and drove through the familiar streets to my house, hoping for endless green lights.

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Killing the engine, I opened the door and jogged around the car to Becca, opening her door for her. She stepped out onto my driveway, placing her hand gently in mine as soon as I shut the door behind her. My heart began to pound impossibly faster as we walked up the steps to my front door. I knew Becca had briefly seen my house before when she spoke to my mother, so I was hoping we could skip the tour and start doing other things.

The keys jingled as I pulled them out of my pocket, opening the door with my free hand. I glanced Becca quickly before stepping inside to see her eyebrows drawn together in the middle as she chewed on her lip, a sign that she was nervous. I smiled and squeezed her hand in mine before holding the door open.

I could hear Becca's sudden intake of breath as her wide eyes roamed around the room, taking in the elaborate furniture my parents had decorated our house with. She looked so fucking adorable that I quickly shut the door behind her and pressed her back up against it, blocking her path with my own body. She shrieked as her eyes met mine, now wider than before.

"What are you ..." Her voice trailed off as I pushed my body closer to hers. I grinned smugly,  placing my palms on the door on either side of Becca's shoulders.

"Brett," she whispered, her eyes clouding over lustfully as she blinked up at me. I cocked my head to the side and watched her, my body pressed against hers but my hands not touching her. Yet. My face hovered inches away, teasing her to see what she would do.

She stared at me in this adorable gaze as I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers lightly. When she stuck her chin up slowly to move her mouth closer to mine, I abandoned all control and hungrily pressed my mouth to hers.

Back at the football game, there were hundreds of people watching us. But now, we were alone and there was no one and nothing to hold me back any longer.

Becca's hands knotted into my hair, tugging my face down to hers as she always did. I impatiently ran my palms down her body, wanting to tug off all of her clothing right here and now. When my hand slipped beneath the jersey she was wearing and met the bare skin of her back, she moaned softly against my mouth.

Jesus.

Before I could tug the jersey over her head, Becca placed her hands softly on my chest  — a sign I knew all too well. Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from her. The vulnerable innocence in her eyes was gone, replaced with a passion that mirrored mine.

So why did she stop me?

"Your mom," she breathed, her voice raspy. I raised an eyebrow. The last thing I wanted to do right now was think or talk about my mother. "Is she home?" Becca continued, rubbing her palms in slow circles on my chest. She looked away shyly, her eyes searching the house behind me.

I chuckled. Did she seriously think I would bring her to my house to do this if my mother was home?

I grabbed her chin gently in my hand and turned her face towards me until her eyes met mine, then I shook my head. "She's not home," I said reassuringly, her face lighting up.

Well fuck, this was actually going to happen.

"Well," she began, staring up at me. "Aren't you going to show me your room?"

Why the fuck am I so nervous?  I pulled myself together and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the staircase. Her free hand brushed against the polished railing as we walked upstairs, her eyes drinking in every extravagant decoration as we headed to my bedroom.

I eagerly began to walk to my door when Becca tugged me back. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, refusing to move as she stared at a photo of my family taken three years ago that hung on the wall. I was in the middle, surrounded by my smiling mother and proud father, both beaming at the camera. 

I looked away quickly and watched Becca. Her gaze was trained on my father's face and I realized this was the first time she ever saw him. She glanced at me slowly, then turned her head back to the photo. Before she could comment on how similar we looked, I tugged her away. 

The door to my bedroom was closed, as it always was. I cursed under my breath when I remembered the mess currently taking up my room, there was shit everywhere.

Dammit. I should have cleaned.

I paused outside the door, staring at it intently as if the room would magically clean itself. Becca chuckled beside me, probably wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. I turned towards her slowly and placed my hands on her waist.

"No matter what is behind this door, just remember that you love me," I pretended to joke, actually being completely serious.

Becca rolled her eyes and pinched my arm, "Just open the door, Brett."

Completely embarrassed, I reluctantly opened the door for Becca, who walked in cautiously. Her head turned from side to side as she studied the space. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, fighting the urge to laugh.

Blue walls, a large window, a desk, two dressers, and a king sized bed made up the room. The shelf with my football trophies decorating them was the only part that made this room seem like it was mine.

It was typically clean for the most part. But after going through this past week without Becca, I had lost all motivation, resulting in dressers stacked with empty water bottles, pizza boxes and soda cans. Dirty t-shirts and jeans were thrown across the floor, if only I had bothered to put them in the laundry hamper. 

Becca turned around slowly and faced me, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"You're a slob," she concluded, her voice raising on the last word like she was asking a question.

I looked down at the floor in shame as I chuckled. What was I supposed to say? She was right.

She walked over to my bed and I followed as she sat on the edge, fidgeting nervously as my eyes analyzed her every move. I tugged her legs onto my lap and pulled her closer to me, smiling sheepishly.

She chewed on her lip nervously, pondering whatever thought was occupying her mind. I reached up mindlessly and brushed her hair behind her ear, exposing her neck and wanting to run my mouth along her skin. Becca's head turned to mine quickly and I froze. Had I said that out loud?

"I need to ask you something," she began, her eyes shifting between mine nervously.

"What's on your mind?" I grabbed her hand resting on her knee and flipped it over, placing mine on top and intertwining our fingers together. Becca smiled at the gesture, staring at our hands for a moment before she continued.

"Why did you ignore me all week?" She asked, her eyebrows drawn together in the middle and eyes sad. I cursed myself in my head. Out of all the stupid shit I had done in my life, this past week by far took the award of Stupidest Move of All Time.

"Because I'm completely in love with you and the fact that you couldn't sort out how you felt for me killed me, Becca. I thought putting distance between us would make you realize...realize how you felt for me," I told her slowly, her head nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry. I was being selfish. I shouldn't have done that to you."

Becca reached out and ran her fingers along my cheek. "I'm sorry, too," she said softly.

"Sorry for what?" I felt my brows furrow in confusion.

"I'm sorry that it took almost losing you for me to realize how I feel about you, Brett," Becca clarified, her voice barely a whisper. She looked as if she were about to cry as she pulled her legs even tighter into her chest.

I reached out and picked her up gently, placing her body on my lap so we were face to face. Holding her face in my hands, eyes on hers, I tried to reassure her that it didn't matter anymore. 

"Baby, please don't feel bad." I kissed her forehead softly, her eyes fluttering close as my mouth met her skin. We sat there with our foreheads touching for a moment, the chime from the clock downstairs breaking the silence.

"I love you, Brett. I think I have for a while...I was just scared to admit it to myself," I opened my eyes and Becca was watching me, the sadness now gone from her eyes. I smiled, there were those three words again. "I didn't want to fall in love with you, you know," she said matter-of-factly, poking me, in what I assumed to be forcefully, in the chest. I pretended to wince, not having the heart to tell her that I could barely feel her finger.

"Too damn bad," I teased, smiling triumphantly. I had her love and I didn't plan on giving it back.

Becca laughed lightly as she wrapped her arms around my neck to steady herself. I leaned in quickly and kissed her neck as her fingers traced down my chest.

"I let my parents divorce make me fearful of love but you... even after everything your parents have been through... you're not afraid, Brett. And being loved by you taught me to not be afraid either.

She was right. If anything, it made me hope for the type of love that they never shared. It made me more eager to find someone worth spending my life with — someone who could show me that love could still be beautiful. Becca was that person.

I opened my mouth to tell her that when her eyes went wide at something behind me.

"Brett!" She yelled, quickly getting off my lap and running around to the other side of my bed. I sat there frozen for a minute before my body registered that she was gone and turned around slowly to see what had caught her attention.

Becca was standing at my desk with her back to me, holding something I couldn't make out in her hands. Was that a —

My eyes widened as I realized what she was holding. Shit.

On my desk was my laptop, a lamp and a single picture frame that held a photo of Becca -- a photo I had taken of her one day at lunch without her knowing. The frame was now in her hand as she stared down at it with wide eyes, holding it cautiously as if it were the most disgusting thing she had ever touched.

"Why do you —" She stopped speaking, spinning on her heels quickly to face me. "When did you take this picture?" She demanded, waving the frame through the air as she spoke.

I shrugged, pretending to think about it even thought I remembered the exact day, hour and moment that photo was taken. "One day at lunch," I said nonchalantly. If she was going to flip out over a single photo of her on my desk, I prayed she never had the urge to go through my phone. The thing was full of dozens, if not a hundred, candid photos of her.

I plucked the photo out of her hand quickly "Is it so horrible that I like to photograph you?"

That is such a bad photo, Brett," she whined, her bottom lip jutting out.

I gazed down at the picture. Becca was sitting at our usual table outside at lunch, her head faced downwards as she read her book, her hair whirling around her head in the summer breeze. Bad photo? I doubt this girl could even take a bad photo.

"This is my favourite photo of you," I told her honestly, making her eyebrows shoot up.

"Favourite? That means there's more?" Fuck.

I sighed, returning the photo back to my desk and placing my hands on Becca's waist. "Yes there's more. There's loads of them and you know what? I'm not sorry. I think you're beautiful and I won't apologize for that." 

Her face softened and then, she smiled. Placing her hands on my chest, she sighed. "Fine," she sighed, stretching the word out into three syllables. I smirked at her dismissal as I took a step forward, gently pushing her against the desk. 

Becca's eyes flicked up to mine and I could see the change in her emotions.

"I like having that photo to look at when," I trailed my finger slowly down her arm, "you're not here." I concluded, noticing the heat that rushed to her cheeks as she swallowed, hard.

I let my gaze slide down her body, traveling to her toes then back up again. My jersey was so big on her, completely swallowing her body beneath it. It made me even more curious and eager to see what lay behind these clothes.

Quickly I reached down and picked up Becca, placing her gently on the desk. A gasp escaped her lips as her hands shot out and gripped my shoulders for support. I snaked my hands around her waist and pulled her body forward, right to the edge of the desk, and then placed myself in between her legs.

Part of me was still expecting her to inch away, to tell me that this wasn't what she wanted. But, to my surprise, she did the opposite. Becca wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me even closer to her as she hooked her arms behind my neck, tugging my face down to hers until I could feel her breath on my face.

I wanted her. So. Badly.

One look at her dark, clouded eyes told me that she wanted me, too.

Tilting her chin up with my hand, I met my mouth to hers, kissing her slowly, playing with her bottom lip with mine and gently biting down. She tasted so fucking good, like she always did. Everything about her was intoxicating.

From the corner of my eye I glanced at my bed then back to Becca. I smiled against her mouth.

My heart was hammering in my chest, I swear it was going to fall out in a minute. One look at Becca told me she was ready to make love to me, and I couldn't fight back against the damn butterflies in my stomach making me nervous for something I had never been nervous about before.

I took a deep breath to steady my heart beat and tugged off my shirt, more than ready to show Becca just how much I love her.

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Ok I know this cliff hanger is absolutely horrible and I AM SORRY but the next chapter needs to be in Becca's POV so that's why :) I'll get it out ASAP, tomorrow probably, so don't kill me! Until next time xo