Long hours after the twilight, the full moon dangles up the sky among the strewed blazing stars. His kiss is a sweet drug as if honey ecstasy is dripping from his lips. His demanding tongue chases mine in my favored way of all. Moans mixed with groans fill my angelic sphere. Quivers wiggle my body as they race up and down my spine. Being sure, I will faint from the lack of oxygen, I break the kisses.

"I missed this," My little three words make him grin.

"I missed it too," He mutters with such grace and sweetness that everything in me melts. His palm rests on my cheek as his fingers move against my burning skin. I gaze up at him with utter love.

"So..." He starts. "What did my mother want?"

"Oh," I tell. "Uhm...she wanted you to go over. She wants to talk to you about something. I guess,"

"What is it?" He leans down, frowning slightly.

"Nothing," I smile sweetly. "Really,"

His eyes narrow, watching me with tension; as if mechanic lasers of truth are scanning my body for clues of my sincerity.

"Why don't we try something else? I will do what you want. I will go, only if you want me to."

"No, no, no," I begin protesting, rocking my head to the sides. My hair flies around at the abrupt and rapid movement.

"Hey," His hands trap my face as he cups my cheeks. Our eyes meet as if for the first time. I'm still amazed and somehow mesmerized by them; their vivid color, their crystallinity, their frankness, and the love they conceal. "Your kindness is more than anything I could ever imagine. I don't have that in me. So now, after everything we've been through, everything you know," He emphasizes. "I want you to say what you think. Knowing where you stand will make it easier for me,"

"Easier for what?"

"Shh," She stops me, dismissing the question which he doesn't want to offer an answer and I don't know why. Although, I know he hides something that I have no idea.

"I don't want you to go," I say after biting my bottom lip for a moment of reflection. I know my reply holds a weight of responsibility I don't want to consider. But, truthfully, he gets hurt every time his parents are around him. And just like that, the deal seals upon a long kiss that sends shivers all over my skin.

The moonlight has slipped through the crack of my window, blessing his profile with a silvery tone. His hair has a bizarre shade of white and black; I love that color on him, too. A path of white light marks him down to his chest. I stretch my arm and rest my palm against his glistening skin, sensing a wave of warmth spread to my toes. I let my fingertips travel gracefully against him till I feel his hand stroking my cheek, raising my head. Our eyes connect, blue in green.

He leans closer and places a sweet yet, long kiss on my mouth. His lips peck at my forehead before he drops his brow against mine. I feel his breath against me; as if I'm breathing the air he's breathing at the same time. I crawl into his arms and hide my head in his neck as his natural scent fills my air with his desirable perfume. He envelops me in his arms. I tuck away, cuddling him tightly.

This is the moment I was dreaming of, all those days we were apart; this peaceful silence, this psychological afterglow of his angelic presence. I love all those moments of us as I'm buried in his loving embrace, after making love, in utter silence. Though it's comfortable, I don't need to say a word because I feel like he already knows it.

Corbyn's POV.

The atmosphere of her bedroom is penetrated by her sweet aroma. Her body is wrapped around mine as a vine. I run my hand up and down her back, smoothing her. I know she was frightened today after the latest news for Standford. I know because I was a little too. Her coldness when I kissed her and held her hand while strolling was mortifying. I thought she was questioning us. Maybe she got a glimpse of our future if we don't make it together in the same college and got scared.

My heart sinks to my stomach, though I fight it, dealing with my paranoia through logic. We still have time and options. I squeeze her into me, crushing her to me. I loathe the idea of us apart as much as she does. And most of I loathe the feeling of fear and helplessness. It indicates weakness and I hate that. I'm not used to feeling this pathetic, I'm used to being angry. Although, this time I can't face this with rage. My dealing mechanisms are useless.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks; her soft voice a feather of solace in my messy thoughts.

"Us," My short answer surprises her as I hear her sudden intake of breath. She leans up a bit.

"What about us?"

I take a deep breath to gather up my thoughts. "I just think..."

My phone's ring tone halts me. I frown, glancing around in the darkness. I sit up and grab my jeans from the floor around our scattered clothes. I find them in my back pocket.

"What's wrong?" Nick's familiar voice speaks though. His anxious tone jerks me wide awake. While Nick's clarifying, I sense Amelia tensing up against me. She sits up next to me after a couple of quiet minutes. Nick talks about the fault in the document that was made due to changing laws of the different states that affect us.

"What do I do?"

"You need a lawyer who won't be a potential pawn of your father's and won't let his money get to him."

"The changes?"

"He needs to know the regulations too, I'm sure he will be aware of them though," Stephan flashes through my mind in a rare moment of clarity.

"I know the perfect man for the job. Alright," I murmur. "Phone me if you find any other weakness, and I call you tomorrow," I hang up and turn backward to find her wide eyes staring back at mine with curiosity. She titles her head at the side. Her fists are balled around the unfolded sheet.

"What happened?"

"Tomorrow, we have a court." I huff in exhaustion. I'm tired physically and mentally over this. If I was a normal boy with typical parents, I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. "And there are some changes I need to do,"

"Now?" Her cute little frown reappears between her eyebrow, as well as a small scowl on her lips. I try not to laugh.

"Hmm," I agree. "I'm going to need your uncle's help. I don't know when we will be done. Sleep," I peck at her lips. "Alright?"

The hesitation in her eyes is palpable; she wants to ask and say something more, though she, eventually, swallows it and nods in agreement.

She flops down the bed, noisily, exhaling in disdain. Her adorable frown is still visible; I suppress a chuckle. I hover over her, amused.

"What?"

"Why are you grinning?" She asks.

"Nothing," I mutter, attempting not to smile; her eyes narrow suspiciously. "Nothing, you're so adorable when you're mad at me,"

"I'm not mad," She states, staring at her ceiling. I follow her gaze.

"Is anyone hotter than me in there?" I joke, glancing at her and the ceiling, dramatically.

"Oh, yeah," She cheers, sitting up. "There's actually, and not only he's hotter, but stays with me too. Isn't he perfect?"

"Does he have problematic parents too?" I arch my eyebrow, smirking. She rolls her eyes before landing the green and luminous ones on me.

"Sorry," She whispers and pouts. "But, you have been away for so many days. Ten to be exact, and the next thing you say to me after we spend five minutes together is you have to go away again. Ten days weren't enough? And then you ask me if I want you to go over to your mother's and let her hurt you again. When, to be honest, I quite starting to hate them myself. And your father, who I haven't even spoken to him once. Once," She emphasizes as her cheeks earn their flushed red color; when she's angry or upset. It's adorable too. Though, this time she's right; about every single one of the words that gush out of her mouth, leaving her breathless. I don't want to go either, but I can't let Alice in my bad's mercy. He will surely main her like he attempted to do to me.

"I hate someone I haven't talked to. And your mother; despite her false behavior she has been nothing but selfish and mean, to you. And the worst part is that they don't leave us alone."

When the word 'us' flees her mouth, my air banishes. My skin tingles; I shudder. The rest of her words become a wordless and mute monologue. Us.

I was fighting alone for so long; my family, the lawyers, myself. And then, out of the blue, she came into my life and turned everything I believed into pieces; she brought me to my knees and launched me to the seventh heaven due to happiness. She could have ruined me, yet, she decided to endure all of this chaos with me. My heart sinks.

I watch her speaking with passion, her green eyes glistening in tension, her hair flying around as she moves and throws her hands in the air in an exasperated gesture. That must be it. That must be love. Utter and true love for someone else. God, she really loves me. Instead of running away from my mess, my anger issues, my insecurities, she chooses to stay with me throughout it all.

"And don't get me started on the way he acted when I was..." I don't even know what she talking about as I surge myself at her throwing her backward on the mattress. I connect my lips with hers almost painfully, pumping my love and need for her into her veins. Her hands hold on to me; she completely lost her balance. Good, she must know how I felt when her life came across mine a few months ago. Her fingers get trapped between my hair and I explode.

"I love you," I whisper, breaking the kiss momentarily. She seems taken back by my actions and words. Though, a smile tugs at her lips at the sound of the most romantic three words. Her lips move as she's about to say it back, but this time, I'm not eager or insecure if I will hear it back. I know she does. Maybe more than I would ever hope or dream. I grin, and it is genuine happiness exploding with me, even throughout this chaos, because of her.