When I enter the kitchen with Corbyn on my side, I see that atmosphere is kind of heated.

"No,"

"Shut up!"

"Who asked you?"

"I want pancakes!"

"Oliver shut your mouth,"

"We won!"

"because you cheated!"

"Boys please can we-"

"NO!" Jacob and Noah shout at the same time.

"I want pancakes!" Oliver murmurs standing on the kitchen island with his hands resting on his sides.

"We're so much better than you and even after our win you don't admit it!" Jacob says exasperated.

"Oh, come on!"

"Jacob calm down and Noah can't you just drop it?" my uncle inquires trying to settle this.

"Sweetheart, I can't make you pancakes," my aunt comforts her little son.

"I can," I state and all the noise stops immediately. I see as all of them turn and stare at me with wide eyes.

"Or something else if you don't like pancakes?" I mutter nervously.

"I don't think the pancakes is what shocked them," I hear Corbyn say and turn to him to see him staring at me as he's resting his weight in the wall with a huge grin on his face. And then, I get it. I turn to them grinning too and speak.

"Yeah...I can talk now," and then they all start shouting.

"Oh my God!" My aunt gasps and I feel her arms around me. Noah hugs me tightly and spines me around causing me to laugh.

"Finally!" he cheers happily and kisses my cheek.

I feel two small hands and I look down to see Oliver looking up at me.

"Pancakes?" he asks and I laugh as I take him in my arms.

"What kind?"

"With chocolate and banana!"

"Done," I look around me at my new family smiling at me.

"Uhm...I'm going to need some space to cook..."

"Yes, of course," my uncle says grinning and all leave the kitchen smiling.

"Can I help?" Oliver questions and I nod putting him on the kitchen island.

I turn around to find the ingredients but I feel his eyes on me and when I look in his direction, I find out that I'm right.

He hasn't left his place and he stands there with his head cocked to one side and a smirk that melts my heart. His eyes are twinkling and joyful as he stares back at me.

"You want to help too?" I ask playfully knowing the answer.

"Nope," he mutters and leaves.

We're almost done and Oliver proposes to serve the plates outside.

When I'm decorating the last one, I feel two hands on my waist, and from the way my body reacts, I know exactly who it is.

He turns me around and before I know it, his lips connect with mine. The welcome feeling that his kisses offer me, revisits me again. He pushes me back so my back hits the counter. He lifts me up placing his hands beneath my knees and I wrap my hands around his neck as he does rest his hands in my waist. Soon enough I feel like the temperature is too high in here but there's no way I will pull away. I'm enjoying this too much to do such a thing.

He pushes me even closer to him but a voice distracts us.

"Amelia?" Oliver shouts and I pull away and push Corbyn away as I stand.

"Ye..yes?" I utter clearing my throat. I can't even speak properly after his kisses. From the corner of my eye, I glance Corbyn smiling at his effect on me.

"I want extra chocolate,"

"I was thinking about doing something today," my uncle proposes while we're eating in the garden. Today like every day in California is super sunny and a bit hot.

"Like what?"

"Do you want to go to the beach?" And just like this, we decided to go. I ended up sitting between Noah and Oliver, and Corbyn sat with Jacob in the back. The ride was kinda long but since I could talk, I didn't even realize how fast the time passed.

When we arrive on the beach, a huge grin finds its way to my lips. The sun is making the sand glow and the blue water is shining. The beach is crowded with people but everything else is perfect. Being a Chicago-girl, I didn't get many chances like this to enjoy a whole day under the bright sun.

Corbyn and Jacob run to the water as Noah and I follow.

When my toes touch the water, Noah speaks.

"Be careful," he warns and I was ready to ask about what but something stopped me, more like someone.

I feel the cold water splash all over my body and when I turn to its origin, I see Corbyn.

"No, Corbyn don't-" he does it again before I can finish but Noah saves the day as he does the same to him. Jacob comes and they both start throwing water all over us. We fight back but not having another choice, I get into the water.

"I knew you wouldn't last long," he murmurs as I open my eyes after a long dip. I narrow my eyes and tug my tongue out playfully causing him to laugh.

The rest of the day was pretty good. We swam for hours, played beach volley and everything was good until Jacob hit the ball so hard, causing me to stumble on my feet, that I fell on Corbyn. Consequently, I ended up laying upon him and stare down at his playful blue eyes.

"Deja vu ha?" he questioned and I smiled remembering the first time we met with the only difference that all of that has happened right now and back then, I had no clue how things would turn out, especially with this blonde boy.

Being tired, I laid feeling the sun warming up my skin as I looked closely at Corbyn.

When I wake up, I see a phone screen. I feel arms around me and see that I'm inside the car but this time I'm in the back. I glance up and see Corbyn. I smile when our eyes meet.

"When did we leave? Did you carry me?"

"Before thirty minutes and yes," he answers both of my questions.

I lean up further and see that all sleep except my uncle who drives. I lean down again so my back rests in his chest and his warmth fills my body.

"Do you want to sleep?" I ask him after a few minutes of silence.

He doesn't respond so, I look up to see his eyes.

"No," he states "I want to try something though,"

"Okay," I say waiting for him to tell me what it is. Instead, he starts moving. After trying to change our position we end up with me laying and he's on top of me. When I open my mouth to ask what are we going to do, he brushes his lips against mine. Oh...

Corbyn pulls me closer to his body and I can feel every inch of his body on mine. His kisses are gentle as they were yesterday but as the minutes pass, they become more passionate and demanding.

I've never felt like that..

His fingers caress my cheek softly and this act of affection sweetly warms my heart, causing me to place my hands in his neck to pull him even closer. He presses his fingers against my bare skin between my shorts and shirt making me shudder at the impact and I moan as I feel them on me. He must liked my reaction because he did it again and I felt him smile.

We keep kissing like this for long since none of us pulled away. When he leaves my lips and starts trailing kisses across my jawline, I open my eyes. They widen as I see total darkness and small lights coming from the stars.

When I see the familiar road of our house, I press my fingers through his hair.

"Corbyn?" I whisper to his ear. He ended up sleeping and what I loved about it, it was that I could feel him close to me, touch him and feel him breathing against me.

He moans in response but doesn't open his eyes.

"We're home," I say softly and as if he didn't hear me, he hugs me tighter, making all my insides melt.

The car stops and only then he opens his eyes.

"Boys...Oliver, come on" I hear my aunt's soft voice.

"Noah, carry him please" she whispers again and Corbyn sits up. He opens the door but just before he gets out, he turns to me and plants a quick soft kiss on my lips giving me butterflies in my stomach.

I'm wrapped around my tower trying to find my pajamas when the door opens. Corbyn gets in, closes it, lays on my bed and looks at me.

The corners of his mouth tug up as he takes in my appearance. And I know he thinks about the first time he saw me like this, on my first day here, because that's what I think about too.

I clear my throat and return to my closet still searching.

"What are you doing?" I ask him but when I don't hear an answer, I turn to him.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he inquires in his usual cocky way.

"I need to change," I state once I find my clothes.

"You should know by now that there's fucking way that I'll leave" he states and I remember the first day when I pleaded him to leave me to change and declined.

"Fine," I murmur "Turn around" I demand in the best bossy voice I can manage but the smirk on his face tells me that he's not affected by it one bit.

"Nope," he smirks, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Corbyn," he doesn't move and then an idea pops inside my head. I turn off all the lights and darkness covers my small room. The only faint light is coming from the lamp of the road outside.

"I can't believe you" he murmurs and I see his shadow as he stands up and moves to the switches. But having for once good luck, when he switches it open, I'm all dressed.

I smile at him widely clearly proud of myself. I lay in my bed and I feel his stare on me no matter how much I try to ignore it.

"NO! That's not what I meant!" I try defending myself and Corbyn bursts into laughter. Again.

"Sure you didn't!" he's laughing loudly and I can't help the grin on my face at the sight of him. I haven't heard him laugh before so every time I hear it, I enjoy it. It's a lovely sound and I kinda wish he was laughing more often.

"What do you think?" I question looking up at him. He's laid down and I'm next to him supporting my weight on my elbows while moving up and down my legs.

"No, you will do the talking" he states staring at me.

"Me? Why?"

"I was doing the talking until today. You have to make it up to me,"

"You were doing the talking?" I ask raising my eyebrows in amusement.

"Yeah," he states as he's pointing out the obvious.

"Fine. What should I talk about?"

"I don't know...your friends, school, your parents, your old life,"

"I don't have friends except for Noah and Alec. My parents have passed away as you already know and I miss them terribly"

"How were they like?" he asks and I'm surprised that he wants to know about that.

"My mum was working in a bank. She was the kind of person that always polite and sweet to everyone and she never lost her optimism. In the contrast, my dad was a college professor. He was intelligent and a hard-worker. He was very good at his work and consequently, he was working a lot of hours. He had a great sense of humor and always made us laugh. They were great parents..." I breathed looking at my messed fingers.

"What about your friends?" he wonders pulling me out of my sad thoughts.

"I had my own girls-group. We were five girls and were friends since I can remember. But my best friend was Clary. She's beautiful, funny, and the talkative one."

"Was?" he picks my use of past tense.

"After the night my parents died I had to live in the founding of the Social Service on the other side of Chicago until they find me a potential guardian."

"For how long?"

"Three weeks. It's was long but I couldn't stand the thought of going back to our house. So, since I couldn't talk, I didn't contact any one of them. I wanted some time alone and I knew that I couldn't handle that look of pity and sadness in them."

"And then you came here," he says softly and when I look at him I find him staring at me like he is trying to put all the pieces together.

"Yep"

"So, how long weren't you able to speak for?" he asks looking interested.

"Seven weeks," I sighed and smile weakly.

"Can I ask you something?" I say but he shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"You do the talking remember?" he reminds me smirking.

"Come on! I can't talk on my own" I complain begging him but he doesn't seem to be affected.

"Twenty questions,"

"Five,"

"Fifteen,"

"Five,"

"Ten,"

"Five," he repeats for the third time.

"I'm compromising over here. Don't you think you should do the same?"

"Fine, ten," he agrees and I lay down gazing at the ceiling. I stay quiet trying to find the right question. I want to learn more about him.

He leans up and rests his weight on his left elbow, staring down at me questionably. I free my captured lip and speak.

"I'm thinking about it. I only have ten and I don't feel like wasting any of them,"

"For real?" he asks raising his eyebrows.

"Yeap," He leans back down and just when I was about to ask my first question, he does.

"I didn't know you could dance," he whispers as if he's thinking about it and a feeling of pride overwhelms me.

"You seem surprised,"

"I was," he admits and turns to me so our eyes meet.

"I have been dancing since I was five," I state and a lot of happy memories from the dancing studio and performances come to my mind.

"I don't think that's it," he argues and I frown.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think you learned to dance the way you did when you were dancing with me in a dance club," he explains and I break the eye contact. I feel my cheeks heat up as my mind revisits the moment when I was dancing against him. I close my eyes and place my pillow above my face to hide my red cheeks.

Corbyn laughs and takes the pillow no matter my attempts against it.

"You are too cute when you blush," he breaths giggling and I roll my eyes.

"That reminds me...why are you always rolling your eyes at me?" He questions staring down at me, looking all serious. I giggle at his words and his eyes narrow.

"It's not my fault!"

"Oh, isn't it?"

"No...you are mostly a jerk to me!" I exclaim and he smirks.

"What do you want to study?" I wanted to know the answer to that since I found out how brilliant he's in math.

"Engineering," he answers and I smile.

"It fits you," I admit and he frowns. I point to the Tv with my finger and a smile covers his lips.

"You were such a jerk that day," I state remembering how he acted. He laughs.

"Why didn't you leave when I asked you to?" I will finally learn what I've dying to know.

"What's the fun in that?" he replies playfully and I open my mouth to protest but close it.

"Unbelievable," I murmur and he laughs. I look over to him and debate to ask.

"Tell me," he demands freeing me from my debate and uncertainty.

"Did you...uhm...d-did you..." I try to say and he frowns. "Did y-you see anything?" I ask biting my lip, afraid of the answer. His frown deepens and I decide to explain myself further.

"When you fall on top of me," I explain whispering and I see as the frown vanishes and a huge grin forms on his lips. He gazes at me for a few seconds before responding.

"Even if I hadn't seen anything, I did tonight," he notes leaning closer.

"You didn't,"

"If that is what you think" he whispers and I can tell he's enjoying this.

"You couldn't...there wasn't any light"

"Maybe for you..." he sighs and moves even closer.

"So, y-you d-did?" I mumble shuttering while feeling a wave of hotness blank my cheeks. I stare at my sweaty fingers waiting for an answer but it never comes. When I look up, his lips find mine and I forget everything else. His kiss is sweet and sexy at the same time and that fire unfolds inside of me once again.