My eyelashes flutter a few times; complete darkness blankets my room. I notice the way the moonlight has chased my closet with silver lines. I sense his arms holding me against him tightly, his chest moving up and down in stable rhythm, in sync with his breaths and heartbeat. I hesitantly turn around in a slow and graceful manner not to wake him up. He stirs a bit but thankfully doesn't wake up.

I listen to his soothing breathing that leaves and enters his body. I bite my lip, taking the time and admiring every little detail of his facial features. I've spent hours in bed and classrooms, looking at him and trying to memorize his angelic beauty. Although, it feels like I'm attempting to capture an image of the universe with my self-phone. It cannot be captured.

The peacefulness of his characteristics fades away. His eyebrows connect, forming a frown. His tranquil expression alters and morphs gradually into fury and what alarms me, dread. His muscles ripple, and the lines of his face harden, distinguishing more vividly. His breaths become more rapid in no time. He stirs and lies on his back as I try to hover over him. His whole body starts moving as if he trembles. His head turns at both sides, making me dizzy. Not knowing what; exactly to do, I move upon him and grab his shoulders. I start shaking him to wake him up and break him out of his nightmare.

His eyes seem to browse around under his closed lids hysterically. His muscles are flexed and hard under my skin.

"Corbyn," I keep calling out his name, my hands quivering his arms. My breaths get quicker and shallower at the pressure. My heartbeat accelerates when I see no response from him; my arms ache.

His eyes snap open, almost violently, and pierce through mine. My breath hitches at my throat, and the image freezes me. Terror and anger possess his eyes. His figure jerks as his eyes search the room rapidly as if expecting somebody else to be hiding in the veil of the darkness. He clutches my arms and throws me back down the bed. He lies upon me, and I frown, staring back at his wide-open eyes.

"Are you okay?" I whisper after a few seconds of silence. He frowns slightly.

"Did you leave when I was asleep?" His question causes me confusion.

"No, I was here the whole time. I woke up just before you started moving from your nightmare," He nods, even though I notice a certain idea of disbelief in his darkened blue eyes. His lips part as if to talk, but he regrets it.

"I'm going to take a shower," He vanishes the room before I can understand what happened. I didn't even get the chance to ask him about his nightmare. I bite my lip, debating whether to go after him or lie down and wait.

I tiptoe my way to the bathroom. I hear the water running from the hallway. When my hand touches the handle of the door, I stop and wish he didn't lock it. I put pressure and slip it open. A smile tugs at the corner of my lip.

I enter the shower and wrap my arms around him. He jolts upright as he turns, lightly, to meet my gaze. His reaction would have confused me endlessly if I hadn't had myself so many nightmares. I know how they can alter your acts and view of reality. I rest my palm against his back, sensing his warmth seep through me. The hot water runs through my hair and down my toes.

"What did you see?"I mutter. He titles his head upwards; the water falls on his face as his expression softens. As if he found his salvation. Then, he leans down and pries his fingers through his hair. I move my hands up and down his chest, stroking him. He grasps my wrists before moving me so that I stand in front of him. I gaze up at him, awaiting his words. I set my palms flat against his chest; our eyes locked.

"What did you see?" He tips his head to the side.

"I trust you," He says, placing his hands above mine. The waterfall rains above us, creating visible foams and clouds. "I dreamed you got that text and believed it. You got so mad at me for betraying you..." His voice fades away. Raindrops fall down his skin and forehead as sweat. Even here, under those circumstances, he looks so beautiful. His glassy, sapphire eyes glisten and reflect my small form on their iris.

"It's okay now," I comfort him. "I know you didn't do it. I believe you," I attempt to smooth him; I didn't know those events jolt him emotionally as well.

"You went and sleep on him for getting back at me," His chaw clenches as he spits the words out. I frown.

"Me?" I repeat. "Who did I sleep with?" He closes his eyes to regain some power to say it aloud, and for some weird reason, I feel he battles to get rid of the image of that boy with me.

"Christian," He hisses. The weight of fury of the word transforms his calm expression into an infuriating one. I gape at him, speechless.

"I would never cheat on you," I state, staring up at him. "Never,"

"I know," He smiles briefly, yet it disappears before I can admire its charm. "I know,"

"I don't even speak to him anymore. I don't see him around the school. I rarely see him. I don't even remember the last time I..." His hands touch my cheeks, stopping me.

"I know," He repeats. "This isn't about you nor is it about me not trusting you. It's about me," He breathes. "I got a long history with him. I haven't dealt with him because he left you alone. But, the thought of him taking you from me fills me with such dread and anger. I can't delete that image of him with..." He clenches his teeth. I tiptoe and connect my lips to his.

"I love you," I whisper. "I know it got into your head, but I would never do something like that. I'm not going anywhere, baby," His lips find their way to mine before I could get a glimpse of him. His tongue slips through my lips and dances with mine. Drops of passion shiver through my veins; a few moans of desire flee from our lips.

I sneak under the sheets, shuddering. My hair is soaked despite my attempts to dry them with my little towel. I take my phone in my hands and check my email when my eyes widen out of the blue.

"Corbyn?" He turns to me as he searches for a shirt on the dresser. I show him my phone, the email of U.C. Davis in black letters at the top. He eyes my screen before his eyes raise and lock with mine.

"Open it,"

"Maybe you do it," I suggest. "I'm bad luck, the last time I..."

"Baby," He stops me. "Open it," I roll my eyes at his refusal of help, and swallowing every one of my instincts telling me not to, I click on it.

"I got in!" I shout and shut my mouth closed with my palm. "I got it," I whisper and raise my feet upon the mattress before starting dancing on my own in a soundness song. I keep mourning I got in, moving my body in a rhythm.

"I got in! Can you believe it?" I take a swing, and I lose my steps. Though, just when a soft scream of surprise escapes my lips, his hands secure me and put me on the ground. His grin is tugged at his lips before they connect with mine in a lingering kiss. I snake my arms around his neck and climb on him, surrounding his waist with my legs.

"Congratulations, baby," He says and it sounds like the most sensual sentence ever with his seductive undertone. His eyes flame with pride.

"Well, thank you," I peck at his lips. "Where is your phone?" He titles his head towards my desk. Leaving his embrace, I walk and grab his device in hand. I hand it to him.

"Wanna do it?" He arches his eyebrow.

"Password?"

"1082021," I follow his instructions and check his email.

"Is it a date?" I ask, eyeing for the email.

"Yea,"

"What happened on August 10th?" I question and gasp. "Oh, my God, I found it," I clink upon it and words of praise occupy the first lines.

"Well?"

"You got in. We got in!" I throw my arms around him, connecting every single part of my body with his, sensing his warmth filling me.

The relief of our acceptance swims in my veins like a narcotic and boosts my energy. Reassurance of our future together gleams from afar, providing me a glimpse of our happiness. I press my lips against his; the solace of the previous minutes still fresh.

"We might go there then," I nod at his words. "Relieved?"

"Yes," I smile. "Just knowing we have our back up now doesn't stress me so much for the next applications. Because now, I know, we have that,"

"Yea, we do," His arms have encircled my waist as he leans on me. "It's the day we met," He whispers just before his lips caress mine. I open my lashes and stare into his darkened blue eyes.

"What?"

"10th of August was the day I barged in here and saw you in that white towel." A desirable smile has tugged at the corner of his lip, as I gape at him. I will never forget that day; my first day here. I thought I had lost everything and everyone in my life, except I, actually found it all, even people I wasn't looking for, like my angel. I was soaked in water, mad, and embarrassed when we were standing where we are now. I would never think we would make it this far, or never would I feel the way I do about this arrogant, blonde, yet, gorgeous boy. My precious angel.

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Hello, guys! How are you doing? Happy New Year! I hope every one of you finds what you're looking for, along with love, patience, and a better self this year.

I wanted to inform you that I will stop writing for a bit. I have a lot of studying and exams around the corner. Besides, these last few weeks, my energy and enthusiasm about my writing is reduced, drastically. Although don't worry, I just need a few weeks. I will finish the story and give you the end you have been waiting for. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have done for me so far! <3