My arms automatically circled his neck and I pulled him closer to me.

His lips moved against mine, demanding and restless, turning my body into liquid fire. I roved my hands down his shoulders and held onto his back.

 He also pulled me close and let out a sound of relief. His mouth on me started going wild, in desperation, demanding to gain access.

It was a cold night, but everywhere Brady touched me, I felt fire sizzling inside.

He suddenly turned me around and I was pressed hard against a tree, his body as close as he could get it.

Memories rushed through me;

Of him playing soccer after school, and I stayed because I just wanted to quietly watch him.

His hand touching mine while passing papers out.

His blue eyes meeting me for a second when he was on stage. And me stretching that one second to my dreams.

Him smiling at me when I smiled at him.

It was like my heart was his from the beginning.

It would never be anyone else's.

Even if his heart wasn't mine at the time.

" Sylvia" he said, half in prayer and half in desire. 

His lips aroused me with their touch. I moaned between the fervent dancing of his mouth. His fingers traveled down my neck, down to my collarbone, and to my back. 

His other hand was on the tree, providing him support while he kissed me with the level of passion no one could come up to.

I kissed him back with as much craving as I felt. My hands were now on his chest, clutching a part of his suit.

He pulled back for a moment and shrugged off his jacket. I breathed heavily against the tree, tilting my head up. The stars that I had wanted to see were now twinkling above us.

I wasn't even standing on the ground anymore, he was holding me up, my back to the hard bark of the tree. Only my bare toes came into slight contact with the wet plants beneath.

His mouth returned to my lips, but this time, traveling down, to my cheek, to my neck. His hand was tangled in my hair, and I had no idea how it got there. 

My head arched as he sucked on the tender part of my neck. I moaned, bunching his white shirt tighter with my hands. He slid further down my neck, to my collarbone, to the top of my dress.

He was undoing me.

And I could also see him unraveling piece by piece.

His breath was warm against my skin and he shuddered, perhaps because of the cold.

His lips all of a sudden disconnected from my skin and I felt chills reach the places he had kissed and touched.

"Dammit. Sylvia," he groaned, " Do you see what you are doing to me?"

He leaned his head on my chest, breathing as heavily as I was.

I inhaled into the cold air. His blue eyes were open, staring at me like I was the air to his lungs.

Don't you see? Don't you realize how much I want you?

Instead I said,

" We shouldn't be doing this."

The statement seemed to surprise him. He shuddered again, but this time like a lightning bolt had rushed through him and pierced his heart.

He moved away from me, and I felt even more cold. I wanted to shout at him, to come back, to kiss me like you just were doing.

Just as he started reaching for his coat on the ground, I beat him and crashed my lips against his. 

It was like my body moved of its own accord.

I wouldn't let you walk away like last time. 

I couldn't. 

Please, Brady. Be mine. 

We tumbled to the ground, me on top of him. It was like I couldn't stay more than a moment without him. It was like my body was a magnet, attracted to him for eternity.

This was what I should've felt with Austin. The fire, the passion, the desire and the desperation.

This was what a kiss was supposed to be.

My hands fell flat against his perfectly hard chest. My hips lay on his abdomen, and his sharp nose was a hair's breadth away from mine.

The grass was soft under us as I kissed him, not worrying if I was doing it right this time.

Brady immediately pulled my waist closer, telling me with his fantic mouth he felt the exact same thing I was feeling.

I gave him access and his tongue sweeped into me, exploring places that only he could. I heard him curse against my mouth. His hands traveled up and down my body, roving to places only I would let him.

I fumbled through the buttons of his shirt, and he chuckled against my mouth seeing my struggle. I looked at him and shook my head.

" We shouldn't." I repeated.  "But I can't help it. I just can't. " My voice sounded like a plea now. But I couldn't help that either.

His breath was featherlight on my face. He tilted his face up and pecked me on the lips softly. His hands cupped my face.

" Neither can I Via. Neither can I" he breathed. The cold air tightened around us, the darkness making the moment magical than it already was. 

" Make me forget." I said, " Make me feel what I dreamt of feeling yours ago."

The moments where you were with another girl against the lockers, kissing as if there was no one so utterly devoted to you. And you chose someone who would play you and leave.

The moments I wanted to run my hands through those dark brown ruffled strands.

The moments I just wanted you to catch me, embrace me and kiss me after a soccer game you won. But you ran to another blonde barbie doll.

The feeling I dreamt of each night. Knowing it would never come true.

It was too good to ever be real.

A small smile touched Brady's lips despite the catastrophe that had happened just hours ago. I felt his heartbeat under my hand. 

" Your wish is my command."