I pull my jacket around me and take a furtive glance in both directions. Nothing seems amiss. I march briskly. However, the closer I get to my locker, the more I have a creepy sense that I'm being watched, and I don't know if it's my heightened feeling of paranoia or a reality. The sense of eyes being trained on my back sends a sickening emotion in the pit of my stomach.

Arms wrap around me, and I gasp before their warmth passes through me. I loosen up against his chest, leaning my small frame on his bigger one. I lock my eyes, letting the only moment since the morning of relaxation and angelic security put me at ease. He buries his face inside my hair.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Your whole body is tensed," He notices. I open my lashes and gaze around, seeking something I'm not sure about.

"I don't know. I have this weird feeling that someone is watching me all morning. I only felt that when Edward..." I let the sentence unfinished. He curses under his breath, tightening his grip on me.

"It's Christian," He grits. "I caught Peter and Ben staring at you," I whirl around, the adrenaline of fear waking me up.

"What? Who are they?"

"His fucking pets," He runs his fingers through his hair. "I didn't have time to manage with that asshole. Don't worry, I will,"

"Why are they watching me?"

"He won't try what he did," He reassures me, referring to Edward.

"How do you know?"

"He's trying to get to me. I know him; he would never go that far," I turn to my side, peering around the crowded and busy hallway frantically.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, stroking my cheek.

"Not really,"

"Let's go somewhere," He proposes softly, and a grin kisses his irresistible lips.

He lies down on the grass, and his arms bind me to him, causing me to fall on top of him. His mouth ravages mine, and I stir against him so that I have each leg at his sides. His hands rest on my thighs. I get lost at the feeling of his tongue dancing with mine in my favorite way of all. Sweet lullaby sings in my ears. I open my eyes to meet my shimmering blue ones. The bright sun has fallen upon his hair, causing a halo around his head. The grass behind him is lightning, causing me to blink. The clear blue sky is empty; no clouds.

The sun warms my skin, and I being taking my jacket off. Corbyn's eyes widen before a darkening shade of blue possesses them, and a smirk finds its way to his lips. He drags the material off of my skin and throws it in the side. He leans up and meets my lips. His fingers trap themselves in my hair, tugging and knotting my strands. I moan against his mouth as the welcoming feeling explodes within me, expanding. He groans in response, applying more pressure to our kiss.

I place my hands on his chest, feeling its crazily rapid rhythm; as it fills and empties with fresh air. I lower them till my fingertips contact his blazing skin between his shirt and torso. I sense his fire overwhelming me again. What does he do to me?

I break the kiss, breathing heavily after, finally, my lungs are granted with some necessary oxygen.

"We need to talk," I whisper upon his lips. He frowns and I regard the flaming desire crackling into pieces. "No, no, no, it's not like that," He rolls his eyes letting out a breath that fans my slack lips.

"Don't fucking start with that goddamn sentence for the sake of my sanity," I giggle at his words.

"Sorry," I mouth. "I would like to talk about something, it can wait and it's not an emergency but I want to take it out of the way,"

"Fine," He agrees. "In one sec," His lips meet mine longingly. "What is it?" I smile shyly and lean up, sitting up. I look down at him as he props on his elbows cocking his head to the side. A few sparkling blonde strands fall.

"It's about last night," I mutter, and the usual redness, whenever I think or discuss this kind of topic, visits me, covering my face. He smirks and leans up, his kissable lips inches away from mine.

"What?" I bite my lip, striving to distinguish the correct words.

"Last night, when I wasn't aware of what was happening to me, you seemed scared. Why?" I recall the way his eyes widened with dread when I avoided his touch, the way he frowned when I marched away. His whole form slackened against mine once I conceded what was happening to me. His eyes disconnect from mine. He takes off his jacket and places it behind him. For a moment, I think he will recline, though he runs his fingers through his hair instead.

"I don't know. My imagination was running away, and I didn't like it at all,"

"Meaning?" I push.

"I thought maybe you weren't attracted to me anymore, maybe repulsed," I gape at him. No words slip off of my lips.

"How..." I halt, my brain not being in sync with my mouth.

"How what?" He frowns.

"How could you possibly think that?"

"You're blaming me? You weren't looking me in the eyes, you were turning the other way whenever I touched you, and you kept lying to me saying everything is fine," I stare at him; I don't know if he's angry or calm. It's a bit terrifying.

"I didn't mean it like that," I argue. "I know I lost control and wasn't good to you..."

"You think that is what I'm worried about? Baby, we need to be able to talk about this stuff," I look away for an instant causing him to chuckle.

"What?"

"You get so shy around me," He smirks. "I can't believe you can still blush after what we did last night," My cheeks combust at the memories. Knowing I won't utter a word, he takes the lead.

"You need to be open with me about it. We don't talk about it with others. It's just you and me. There's no reason to be shy. Though I have to admit I love seeing you blushing, it gets more challenging every day." I swat his arm playfully, and he burst into laughter. He pulls me to him and kisses my lips. "We need to work on that,"

"I know," I mutter. I tangle my fingers in my lap.

"What is it?" He pulls my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Last night, it was...uhm...it was heaven," I glance up to find him smiling. His grin melts me.

"Yea," He whispers. "Heaven," His lips lock with mine, he bites my bottom lip, allowing my moan to flee.

"Wait," I mumble between his lustful kisses. I push my palms against his chest, though, he covers mine with his and lies on top of me. My hair brushes the grass as he makes himself comfortable on top of me. "Corbyn," He doesn't seem to care till he breaks the kiss for some oxygen. His eyes are glimmering brightly and vividly. His enthusiastic grin is infectious yet intoxicating.

"I just wanted to ask you something," I start and he nods smiley. "Yesterday, I didn't know what was wrong with me. I didn't know this could feel so..." I halt searching for a word to describe the sentiment. "Tense," I bite my lip. "I had never felt it before. Have you?" A throbbing pain of agony fills me making my eyes well up with tears.

"Yea," I lock my lids as the impact of the words seems to send a slap across my burning cheeks. He has felt this overwhelming desire before, just not with me. He's always in control around me. He never loses it in this area.

"With Dakoda?" I ask, gazing up. I notice the contradiction; glassy blue sky and fuzzy darkening blue eyes.

"What?" He asks dumbfounded. "No, of course not. It was with you. Why would you think that?"

"Don't lie," I whisper as if I'm begging him.

"Why would I do that?"

"You never lose control with me," I cry as I'm being captive against my own will. My fire erupts in waves within me. Anger and desire; fanatical combination. "You always know what to do, when to do it. I don't know anything,"

"Lose control? It's all I have been fucking doing since I met you," He frowns.

"You haven't..." He stops me clatching my chin.

"The night in my house after I confessed to you about my family, I wanted to make love to you and nearly did. The night you found out, it was all I fucking wanted to do and after you forgave me, well, I still don't know how I restrained myself. When your friends came, all I wanted to do is throw them out and take you to bed. Every day we're together I have to fight it. Practise is what I have to do 'cause if I lost it, we wouldn't be lying here."

His words mark my soul as I stand still, gaping at him, clueless. I have never thought of us that way. I knew he loved me and our feelings were intense for each other but not like this.

"So you..."

"Don't ever speak of Dakoda," He says. "Yea, we spent some time together but it's not compared to this. I didn't want her that way, need her like that. It was physical to let off some steam. But with you, I don't make love to you to let my anger and exasperation out. I do it because I'm so in love with you that I can't help it. I feel connected to you. I never cared about your lack of experience. The way you make me feel is..." He stops shaking his head. "I don't even know how to put it in words. But it's you. Only you,"

His words melt my heart and put my shattered pieces back together. Although, before I can relax, a sudden and aching thought flicker through my mind.

"Practise?" I mutter. He frowns, not understanding while my eyes widen. "Oh, my God,"

"What? What's wrong?" I cover my face with my hands, ducking from the face of the earth. Frustration and, mostly, guilt burn me. "Tell me," He demands taking my hands on his. Our eyes attach.

"You wanted it to happen last night?"

"What?"

"Just answer me,"

"Yes,"

"In my room back in Chicago?"

"Yes,"

"Do you wanted more?" I raise my eyebrows as he titles his head to the side.

"Where are you going with this?"

"Corbyn, just tell me." I cry exasperatedly. "You said I need to be open with you, back at you,"

"Yes,"

"So, you want more but you don't tell me you do. You wanted it before I was ready and we didn't do anything because of me,"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," He frowns, rocking his head.

"Corbyn," I start, my energy seems to be draining out of me. "Why aren't you honest with me? We waited because I wasn't ready, but now I am and you still don't share things with me,"

"Share what with you?"

"You want more," I reply purposely, being sure. His lips part to speak, though, I rest my thumb upon them, as he usually does. "For so long, you were fulfilling my needs, now, we need to fulfill yours,"

"You do,"

"So, you are satisfied with our relationship the way it is and if you have got the chance to change something, you wouldn't change anything in the sensual area?" I arch my eyebrow. He inhales looking around. I bring my hands to the sides of his face. "Thank you for waiting for me, but now, we can take things at your pace,"

"Let's walk before we run," He says as his eyes stop glancing around and rest on mine. He sits up resting his weight on his palms and I lean up; never leaving more than ten inches separate us.

"What if I like running?" I ask and he frowns. "With you?"

"Why are we even having this conversation?"

"Because we both need to work on that. I need to be able to talk about this to you without turning red and you need to be frank about your...needs with me,"

"Needs?" He mocks and I nod. "You can just say the frequency we make love," My eyes run around scarily. Nobody is visible except high green trees bathed in strong sunlight. He chuckles pecking at my flaming cheeks.

"Fine," He agrees. "I will tell you but we won't do anything."

"Why not?"

"Let's take it slow, okay?"

"Okay," I grin. "Last night, you wanted more?"

"No, I would break down," I giggle and his eyes narrow playfully.

"See, maybe I should be in control of this more often," I shrug.

"I can't believe we are still discussing this,"

"Well, let's get it over with. I prefer turning into a tomato one than ten times," He tips his head back bursting into carefree laughter.

"Right," He nods. "Anything else you want to throw while you are at it?"

"No," I shrug. "Just that I loved our weekend and I really hope we can repeat last night,"

His eyes meet mine. My eyes widen as he surges himself in me lying us down in the grass, tangled up. There's an extremely passionate quality to his lingering kisses that mirrors mine. Desire erupts in my body like last night and all the tension of the morning seeking an outlet evades my system. Every drop of fatigue due to the stressful previous days and emotional intensity leaks in the cracks because of my angel.