"Are you cold?" he asks between kisses and I shake my head hating the idea of losing contact even for a second.

"Good,"

We continue our kissing for a while without stopping, doubting, second thinking.

After a long, he snakes his arms around me more tightly and starts getting out of the water. My legs and arms are wrapped around him not letting him go. He stops walking and opening my eyes, I see that we're on the sand. After placing a soft kiss on his lips, I get off him.

Only then do I realize my inappropriate clothing. Grabbing my dress, I put it over my body to cover my self. I force my eyes to stick to his as I turn to look at him. He's looking at me with an amused expression.

"Turn around." I demand and he shoots his eyebrows up.

"You're serious?" he questions with a glint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I'm." I reply and wave for him to turn which he does shaking his head. I turn around too and dress up quickly.

He's dressed and playing with his car keys when I glance at him.

"I can't believe you actually came in too" I admit.

"There was no way I would let you alone" He takes my hand in his and we start walking back to the car.

He opens my car door but before I get in, I turn to him.

"What?"

"She didn't tell you if Edward did the same thing to her because you didn't sleep with her. I'm going to believe you but if I catch you with any other girl like this-"

"You won't" he states stopping my sentence in the middle. His voice is full of confidence and certainty but his eyes hide something different, deeper than this. It's as if they are picturing determination, a calm sea like that one we just swam but an unknown feeling is sneaking under trying to break that peacefulness with his secret present. I don't think I've ever detected in his eyes before.

I choose to listen to him and let his words put my nerves and doubts to rest.

I get into the car and just when I thought that he will shut my door and leave, he wraps his strong arms around me and turns me to him. I'm seated in the car seat and he's leaning against me brushing his lips in mine. His hands are around my waist pulling me closer and closer by the second and my fingers run between his blonde soft hair.

"Don't ever do this to me," he whispers breathing me in as he places a soft kiss in the soft spot under my ear. Before I can ask about what was said, his arms leave me and he closes the car door.

I gaze around noticing the way the moon falls upon the road providing light as we enter the city. High buildings and houses are before me and I close my eyes as I let the chilly air move my hair and relax me. There's a faded sound of music in the atmosphere with the whistle of air. But the thing that calms and magnifies all my emotions, is Corbyn's touch. His hand is resting in my tight reassuring me that he's next to me or he's reassuring himself that I'm next to him, I don't know.

I open my eyes tiredly. People now are walking by and my attention is caught. I don't recognize the place.

"Where are going?" I ask with a soft whisper, the only voice I can manage at the moment, before I turn to my blonde angel.

"Home,"

"That's not the way to my house...I've never been here." I say with concern mixed in my exhausted tone.

"My home," he states and my eyes widen.

"Your home?"

"Yeah," he takes to my hand that was placed above his own and begins trailing kisses in my knuckles. A smile finds its way to my lips at his sweet action. He has done it before but every time something inside of me tenses and clenches, not in a bad way but in an overwhelming and sensual kind of way.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to it," I admit and his sparkling eyes lock with mine while a grin forms on his lips.

"You should...because I'll keep doing it."

With that being said, he kisses my hand again but I have different plans. I slide both of my hands around his neck and start tracing small soft kisses from his collarbone and up to his cheek.

"I'm driving," he murmurs with a lower and more vulnerable voice than before.

"I know," I say in his ear and keep kissing him. Suddenly, he turns the car gruffly and halts its movement. I don't realize how fast he moves until he stops the car and crashes his lips in mine. His arms immediately find their way around me and seat me to him.

I push myself closer to him as I keep trying to wrap myself to him. His breathing is so much faster than before and my heart is beating incredibly fast as he connects our lips once again. I feel his slow and delicate touch, his chest moving up and down rapidly and his lips caressing mine, claiming me.

I focus on the way his body warms mine and stops the light shuddering. I let myself enjoy this warmth that radiates off of him and reach me, melting and capturing my heart. He broke it just a couple of hours and now he's putting my shattered pieces together.

His lips press against mine and his tongue moves along with mine in my new favorite way. Slowly, softly, gracefully and captivating at the very same time. And then, my fears and doubts form turning themselves into my worst nightmare, as a black ghost scares me before taking full control of me.

His kissing overwhelms me and tears gather behind my closed eyelids as my fears hold the reins of me. What if he was kissing her in the same way? What if he had almost kissed her that way before I entered the room? What if he wanted her that way? What if he leaves me one day for someone like her? What if he gets bored of me? What if he breaks me into millions of pieces and then leaves me alone to pick up the broken parts that I know I won't be able to reconnect. Like the pieces of a damaged mirror, once they're scattered, they will never connect ever again, nor look the same.

He pulls away abruptly and locks his steady yet misty, full of confusion and pain, eyes with my teary green ones. He brings his hand to my cheek and I feel his fingers wiping the tears that escaped my eyes away. I close my lashes then, unsuccessfully attempting to comfort myself. He's here.

"Baby...why are you crying?" he mutters with a tender, cautious voice as if his tone can scratch my sensible soul while he wipes away the tears.

"I just..." I try to say but my throat has given up on me. It kills me from all the crying, talking, yelling. My head is pounding and as if darkness takes place, I don't know what to say. All the energy seems to have been drawn away and all my body aches.

I lean on him resting my head in the crook of his neck inhaling deeply while he caresses me.

"I just thought that you might wanted her that way...kissed her that way..." but before I can complete my thought that I didn't even know how it would go, he cradles me tightly pressing his lips in mine.

"I love you," he whispers upon my lips staring at my eyes. "I only want you...nobody else. You might not believe it, I didn't either at the start but I can't fight it anymore. I want you and I don't give a fuck about her or anyone else."

His whisper might be a light sound but the meaning it holds makes me cry more. It feels like a dream that I'm scared will not last for long.

"The only reason I was sleeping with girls, messing around all these weeks was because I was trying to fight what I was feeling. I didn't want to admit that I wanted you, was thinking about you. I was looking at them and seeing you, kissing them and wishing it was you."

"But?" I mouth with a cracked voice.

"But the more I was trying to get you out of my head, the more I found myself to think about you. It was a lost cause. I wanted you no matter how much I tried to fight it off..."

His forehead is resting against mine as we breathe together the same air, relishing this moment that I wanted to last for an eternity.

"Don't think about them please...I don't care about them and if I knew that you were going to feel like that, I would turn back the time and redo the shit I did with her and any other girl. I'm sorry,"

The words are left hanging in the air between us as none of us says anything more. I snuggle into him, hiding my face in his neck and closing my hurt eyes. He hugs me tightly against him as I try to match my breathing with his rhythmic one.