Chapter song: Slow Hands - Niall Horan, mostly for the second half <3

Brett

I took the keys out of the engine and faced Becca. Her wide eyes were stuck on the building in front of us, confusion written all over her face. As her eyes roamed over the building, mine roamed over her. I glanced at the backseat and I wanted her laying down on the leather as my fingers touched more than just her legs.

Running a hand through my hair, I got out of the car. I breathed in the cool air as I walked to the passenger side and held the door open for Becca. She smiled shyly as she exited, adjusting her shorts as her eyes averted from mine. I chuckled to myself and grabbed her hand.

"Where are we?" She asked, her hair blowing around her face as the wind picked up.

"Home," I told her simply as I lead her to the entrance doors.

I took out the key I picked up this morning and opened the doors, holding it open as Becca walked through. Her eyes took in the triple elevators, white walls, crystal chandeliers and thick carpeted floors.

Truthfully, none of that shit mattered to me. I was just happy to have somewhere to call my own.

She walked into the foyer in front of me and ran a hand along the wall, her head tilting side to side as she inspected the apartment complex. I had the strange desire to grab her hand and twirl her around on the carpeted floor as she laughed gleefully like we were in an old Hollywood movie.

"This is beautiful." I snapped my attention back to Becca. Her eyes were open wide as she drank in every detail. Standing there in my baggy jersey and her little shorts, hair falling down her shoulders ...

"You're beautiful," I corrected, taking her hand in mine as I lead her to the elevators. The doors opened as soon as I pressed the button. "After you." Becca smiled as she walked into the elevator in front of me.

"Floor?" She asked, her finger hovering over the dozens of buttons.

"Seventeen." Her finger pressed the button and then she walked to me. I sighed as she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her face to my chest.

I tried to command my heart to calm the fuck down but it seemed to have a mind of its own whenever Becca was present. I was shaking with anticipation and nerves. Having hyped tonight up, I was worried it would fall flat.

She remained silent as the elevator brought us to the seventeenth floor. I knew the curiosity was killing her, but a surprise was a surprise.

The elevator doors opened and I led her down the hallway to my room. She still hadn't said a single word -- she just watched my every move as her eyes took in her new surroundings.

I opened the door and stepped into the dark room as I flicked on the light switch. Becca gasped as the lights turned on, putting the spacious room on full display. The narrow hallway led into a kitchen that stretched into a living room with a large couch, a table and a TV with a doorway on the right that led to a single bedroom. The entire far wall was glass, leading out into a balcony with a view of the city.

Becca walked slowly into the room as I trailed behind her, leaning against the counter as she walked to the glass wall. I smiled as she pressed her body against it, staring out at the dark blue sky.

Slowly, she turned around and faced me, her eyes reflecting the stars. "You moved out?" She asked as her gaze continued to roam around the room.

"I'm moving out," I corrected her as her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Come here, you haven't seen the best part."

She grinned as she joined me in the kitchen, standing beside the black marble counter. I nodded towards the fridge as she laughed dryly.

"The fridge is the best part?" She asked, unamused.

"What's inside is the best part." I opened the freezer and heard her gasp as she stared at the tubs of cotton candy ice cream I had bought her this morning, remembering that it was her absolute favourite.

"You filled your apartment with my favourite food?" She asked after a moment, pulling her eyes away from the freezer as she looked at me.

"Favourite foods," I corrected her again, opening a cabinet that was almost bursting with all her favourite candies -- the same ones she had eaten on our first date to the movie theatre.

She walked towards the cabinet slowly with her mouth hanging open. "Brett ..." Her awestruck voice trailed off as she smiled at me, conveying everything she felt.

I kissed her lips and reluctantly pulled away after a second. Grabbing a tub of ice cream and a spoon, I gestured for Becca to join me on the couch. She sat with her legs crossed, ice cream placed in the centre of her lap as she scooped up a spoonful and licked it off. Her eyes fluttered shut.

"Heaven," she murmured as she licked the spoon clean and stuck it back in the tub for another spoonful.

I watched her mouth helplessly and found myself being jealous of a fucking spoon.

"Tell me about this place," she said with a mouthful of ice cream. I pulled the spoon out of her mouth, scooped up some ice cream and ate it as her eyes widened in horror. "You said cotton candy was disgusting!"

"It is," I replied, grimacing as I swallowed. How did she eat this and enjoy it?

She angrily pulled the spoon out of my hand and continued eating. "You're moving out?" She asked again as she ate.

"Your boyfriend is becoming an adult." She rolled her eyes as she licked the spoon, my gaze lingering on her full lips.

"Your mom is fine with this?"

"It was her idea," I admitted, stretching back on the couch and crossing my ankles on the table resting in front. I turned my head to the side to watch her.

"She can't even sleep in your house alone, Brett." She said sadly, placing the spoon in the tub. "How is she going to live alone?"

"There are a lot of things my mother dislikes, Becca. But I think the thought of holding me back and stopping me from living my life precedes them all."

Becca nodded in understanding as she laid back on the couch, stretching out her legs and resting them on my lap. I rubbed my palms against her soft skin.

I didn't want to leave my mother to fend for herself, but it was inevitable. College was approaching and I couldn't remain here forever as my life changed around me. I had to change with it. I had to embrace it. Although she may dislike it, I think my mother had finally realized that too.

"She's selling the house," I said quietly, hating the sadness in my own voice. "Once she finds a new one ... I'll be living here."

"Isn't that a good thing? That house has so many bad memories."

"It has a lot of good ones too, love." I smiled at her as I thought back to the days when I was a kid and my house was full of laughter. That was the house I would miss once it was gone.

"Moving out of my house was hard too." I drew lines on her legs with my fingers as she spoke. "I didn't expect it to be. That house was full of memories of my father ... I guess I figured moving would mean moving on from him. It helped, Brett. But the memories aren't in a house, they're in your heart. And that's something you can never escape."

I watched her: the strength in how she carried herself, the wisdom with which she spoke. She was beautiful and she was mine. But she was her own before that and I just felt grateful to even be here with her -- to know the darkest parts of her life that she hadn't told anyone.

"It's okay if you still love him, Brett." She said softly, brushing her hand against my cheek.

"I don't," I replied too quickly, startling myself with the anger in my voice.

She smiled knowingly. "I know, but it's okay if you do."

"I don't want to talk about my fucked up family," I groaned, resting my head back on the couch.

Becca laughed as she brought another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth. "Then what would you like to talk about?"

I raised my eyebrows at her. We both knew I didn't want to talk about anything. Becca placed the tub to the side of the couch as she leaned up. I watched as she shifted across the couch and sat on my lap, straddling my legs as her palms lay flat on my chest.

My heart beat was pumping so loudly I could hear it in my ears.

"I thought you brought me here tonight so we don't have to talk at all, Brett." She said innocently, blinking up at me.

She was playing a very, very dangerous game and she knew it. She also knew that she would win. She always fucking did.

I grinned at her, wrapping my hands around her waist slowly as I spoke. "I still remember how shy you were when I first met you. And now, look at you ..." I trailed off as my gaze traveled down her body and up again. "You enjoy teasing the hell out of me."

Her head tilted back as she laughed and my gaze lingered on her throat. "I'm not that shy girl anymore."

"Really?" I asked, running a hand through her hair.

"Really."

In times like this, Becca was pure fire. But every flame had to burn out at some point and I knew, I knew, that I could still make her squirm and blush with only a few words.

"So you won't be embarrassed if I tell you how beautiful you are?"

She shook her head from side to side, a confident smile on her lips. "No," she said, her voice strong.

"What about," I ran my hands down her back, my palms resting low on her waist, "if I said I think you're beautiful when you're naked?" I whispered the last words into her neck, pressing my lips lightly against her skin. She swallowed, her hips shifting on mine.

"No," she said again. This time, her voice was breathless.

I pushed her hips back and forth with my hands until her body was rubbing against mine. Her eyes were clouded when I gazed at them. She bit her lip and I forced myself to stare into her eyes.

"And what if I said I love the sound you make when you're about to co--" Her hand shot over my mouth as she yelled my name, her cheeks slowly heating up. I grinned triumphantly.

Her eyes narrowed as she pretended to be angry, but the smile on her face told me otherwise. "That's not even true," she fired back, rolling her eyes.

"It is," I said quickly because it was the truth and I wasn't lying when I said I loved it. "In fact, I can prove it." Quickly, I leaned forward, pressing my mouth to hers. Her tongue was freezing when it touched mine. She tasted like cotton-candy and for once I actually found myself enjoying the taste of it.

Her fingers tangled into my hair as I quickly grabbed the ice cream container and shoved it out of the way as I lowered her to the couch, my lips never leaving hers.

Becca moaned softly as my hands reached under the jersey, traveling across her bare stomach. I slid my finger under the wire of her bra and she bit down on my lip as I pressed myself closer to her.

I kissed down her neck, licking, teasing, biting, as her hands tugged my t-shirt over my head. My body jolted as her palms touched my bare skin, her fingertips were freezing.

"What?" She asked nervously, staring down at me with her lips parted.

"Your hands are freezing cold," I murmured into her neck, kissing the hollow beneath her ear.

Becca laughed, her body shaking beneath me. "You shouldn't have bought me all that ice cream."

I reluctantly removed my lips from her neck to stare at her blandly. "I didn't think you'd eat the entire thing in ten minutes." Her eyes widened and, before she could protest, I pressed my mouth to hers.

Cotton candy. It quickly started to became one of my favourite tastes ... Among other things.

Becca's legs hooked around my back, pulling my hips squarely against her own. She could feel how much I wanted her. And I wanted her really fucking bad.

But I didn't want her to think that I did this all for sex -- buying this place, bringing her here tonight. I mean, I did it partially for sex because I was sick and tired of having to kiss her quietly while someone was in the other room. But it was more than that, too.

I wanted a space where I could just be. Where the memories of my family and my childhood weren't put on display on every wall, haunting me every time I walked by.

I wanted a space with clean walls where I could make my own memories. Memories with Becca. This room was just that. It was freedom. It was a sanctuary and it was a new beginning.

The walls in this place were bare and I planned on covering every inch of them with new memories to last a lifetime.

I contemplated picking Becca up and carrying her to my bedroom, but her hands tugged away at the belt on my jeans and I lost my fucking mind when her fingers slipped beneath.

Couch. Bed. Same shit, different shape.

I kissed Becca as my hands traveled along her soft skin that I was beginning to know like the back of my hand. Every dip, every curve. Beautiful. So damn beautiful.

Her hands pressed into my back, holding me tighter to her. My skin felt like it was on fire with every touch of her fingertips, the flames slowly spreading throughout my entire body. I was addicted to her in the most dangerous way possible. She was my oxygen and my heart contracted at the feel her.

I wanted everything as long as she was willing to give it to me. I told her that tonight she was mine, but I lied. I didn't want her tonight. I wanted her every night. Every day. Every moment. I wanted all of them to be with her.

She was breathing heavily as my mouth left hers, her bare chest rising impossibly fast. When I gazed at her, her eyes were watching me -- wide and aware. I felt my body tense as she smiled slowly, her full lips curving up at the sides. I gasped as Becca pushed me backwards, my back landing flat on the couch as she climbed on top of me.

I laid there in awe, unable to move or speak as her lips kissed down my chest and didn't stop. I ran my fingers through her hair as her mouth moved further down my skin.

"Tonight," she whispered, staring up at me from under her lashes. "You're mine." Her hands slowly removed my boxers and I lost it when her wet lips touched my skin.

Tonight. Every night. I didn't care.

I was hers for all of them.

* * *

I pulled Becca tightly against my chest as she drifted off to sleep, her naked body wrapped around my own. Her chest was pressed to mine and I could feel her heart beat steadying.

Reaching to the side of the couch, I grabbed a blanket and placed it over us. Her body stirred as her hand wrapped across my chest, resting on my shoulder. I love her. I love her so much that sometimes it felt as if my love for her would end me.

Resting my chin on top of her head, I pulled the blanket up to her chest and tucked it around her. I thought back to the days when she was scared of this -- of the intimacy, of being naked in front of me and letting herself fall. But now ... we had come so far together. Becca was beautiful, strong. Powerful and enticing. She was shy and vulnerable and she somehow managed to be all of those at the same time.

The moonlight shone in through the glass wall, illuminating her bare skin in a midnight glow. I ran my fingers down her cheek and her eyelids fluttered open and locked on mine.

"Hey beautiful."

Becca smiled, her chin tilting upwards as she inclined her head backwards to kiss my jaw. "You're still awake?" She murmured, shifting on the couch and wrapping her leg around my waist.

"I like watching you sleep," I said simply. Nights like this were my favourite. I wished I could spend every one with her in my arms.

She placed her hands on my chest, turning so that her body was pressed flatly on top of mine. "I sleep better when you're here," she said against my lips, closing her eyes as she kissed me slowly. I felt my heartbeat accelerate again as my body became very aware of hers.

Becca shrieked as I sat up quickly, hooking her legs around my waist as I lowered her onto the couch beneath me. Her head hit the arm rest and she laughed, reaching behind her to rub the back of her head.

"Fuck," I groaned, holding her face in my hands. Way to ruin the moment. "Are you okay?"

She giggled as she leaned in and kissed me. "I'm fine."

I watched her for a moment then made a snap decision. I picked her up off the couch quickly, wrapping my arms beneath her thighs as her legs hooked behind my back.

"Brett!" She exclaimed while I carried her into my bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind us and placed her on the bed, pulling the blanket on top of us as I lowered myself onto her.

Her laughter filled the air and I let it wrap itself around me, sealing her and I into a blissful bubble that carried us into the night.

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