We walk up the front stairs of the porch together; our hands still intertwined. I hate to let him go. I swirl around in the top stair as he stands at the lower one. Our eyes are at the same level now. His blonde hair glistens while I run my fingers through his silky strands. I cradle his head planting a kiss on his lips and he pulls me closer gliding his arms around my waist.

"I hate saying good night," I admit calmy. The corner of his mouth tugs up in a smile that melts my heart. He brushes his nose in mine.

"Any nightmares?" I bury my teeth on my bottom lip. I haven't told him that I had been taking pills to be sure I won't be haunted by nightmares where I witness him dying. I shake my head as answer feeling too humiliated to confess the truth. He grins and the weight of guilt finds its way to my chest. I have to tell him, though the embarrassment doesn't allow me to.

I rest my forehead against his shutting my eyes and listening to the wind scratching the ground and leaves of the garden. As I unlock them to speak, I'm caught off guard when his lips crash on mine with speed. I lean backward at the pressure keeping him close by touching his feverish neck. He pushes me against him not losing contact for a second as he claims me blowing me up. His tongue chases mine but this time something has changed. Something is different.

My body blazes as never before. All my cells seem to be small tinders that are caught in a huge torturing fire that blows me up, slowly, affecting my whole being from the places he touches me to the ones he hasn't. My muscles are clenching strongly yet my knees give up on me. My heart nearly leaps out of my cage rib as its beat explodes. His lips are glued to mine and my vision seems to be blurry; dots of blackness appearing.

I tear our kisses apart stepping back. My wide eyes stare at his sapphire blue ones that are dark, darken than usual like all those times we get intimated with one another. I try to breathe.

"Oh my," My eyes browse down to my body. I was, frankly, expecting to find myself burning but there are no signs of it. I take my hands off of him striding back. He frowns and drags me to him again.

"What? What is it?" His eyes search mine as I gape at him.

"I...I was," I stop not knowing what I want to say myself. The words get lost in my throat as my blood pulsates in the back of my ears powerfully and noisily.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I was just..." I shake my head. "It was like I was burning up. I had felt that before with you but this time it was too much for me to handle and..." He grins at me as his eyes glow with something I can't understand. I scowl lightly at him.

"Why are you smiling?"

"It wasn't what you think it was," I frown. "It was just the desire," He chuckles kissing my cheek while I stare at him.

"No, it..." He puts his thumb against my lips.

"After what happened last night, those emotions will be a little...stronger than they were," He explains and I don't miss the humor that flashes through his eyes. He hasn't imagined himself ever having a discussion or talking about something like this before; I know it.

"How do you know it was that?"

"Cause I feel it too," He says softly and circles his finger between my hair. A smile graces my lips but it disappears when I realize something I hadn't thought about before.

"Oh my God," I whisper widening my eyes. "Did you feel like this every time I asked you to stop?" I don't breathe waiting for his answer. I won't bear to hear that I made him endure all those overwhelming flaming emotions when he wanted more.

"Yes," My lips part in surprise. I imagine myself getting rejected so many times when I was under the influence of those emotions and terror creeps into my heart.

"And you still love me?" I ask, unable to think. He smirks.

"Pretty much, yea," I reduce the distance between us connecting every part of our bodies. I hide my head on the crook of his neck sensing his hands fold me in a loving embrace.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I didn't know," He pulls away in order to meet my gaze.

"Don't,"

"No, I'm sorry. I wasn't ready but I didn't stop to think how painful it must have been for you,"

"Stop it," He says with a soft tender tone. "It wasn't painful and I promised you I would wait, didn't I?" I nod but my chest hurts thinking what trouble I caused him. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"Maybe...not," He chuckles and I smile at the angelic sound. My heart swells with happiness; despite everything, he stayed, waited for me, put my need above his, and he still loves me.

"I love you,"

"Me too," His lips connect with mine until the front door opens and I turn around. Corbyn though doesn't leave me, his arms still around me. Jacob appears in the frame of the door and a smirk stretches on his face at the sight of us.

"I knew you would be still here," Corbyn rolls his eyes when Blare gets out of the house following Jacob and shuts the door behind her. Corbyn's chest connects with my back while I feel how it moves up and down in sync with the breathes he takes.

"Can you give a ride to Blare? She's in your way,"

"Sure,"

"Thanks," She says before she turns to Jacob. "I'll see you tomorrow at school, babe," Their lips attach briefly and she descends the marble stairs moving towards Corbyn's car. Jacobs enters the house leaving us alone.

"You should go, she's waiting for you," He cups my cheeks and kisses my lips. I moan against him as my heart dances around.

"Good night,"

"You should follow her example," He smirks walking down the stairs.

"Blare's? For what?"

"Calling her boyfriend baby," I roll my eyes playfully giggling.

"Patience," He flashes me a grin before the door of the garden closes with a silver thud and the car's door echo in the chilly atmosphere. I admire the petite angels shine in the sky and look down at my very own when his car passes the front of the house and disappears.