~ ~ ~ ~SAM'S POV~ ~ ~ ~

"Oh look at that one!"

We were currently at the Pride Parade where there seemed to be hundreds of floats and crowds of people walking down the streets of downtown Tampa. It was really amazing to see how all of these different people were supporting the LGBT community out and about in the open.

It restored just a bit more faith in humanity.

Megan wrapped her arm around my waist, cheering as people passed and I felt my heart flutter inside my chest. There were so many things I wanted to tell her but I wasn't sure how to put it into words. I wanted her to know I cared about her; I wanted her to know I appreciated her, and I wanted her to know every little thing that was going on in my head but didn't know how to say it.

I didn't want to freak her out either.

Floats passed, filling the streets with awesome music and cheering as they waved and continued down the street. I really loved the fact that I had gotten to experience something like this with not only Megan but my real family. Blair and Shawn were here as well, supporting me and enjoying the moment.

There was nothing more perfect than this.

It didn't take long for the parade to end and the crowd to start dispersing into the shops and the bars they had lined along the street we were on. It was like a huge street block party, and they had people who were dressed in so many different outfits it was a bit overwhelming.

But it was amazing all in the same sense.

The fact that people could be themselves, even if it was for a weekend, was a great feeling. We began walking down the street but that was until I felt hands on me, pulling me into a tent that was set up for what looked like face-painting.

"Honey you need a bit of color to show your Pride spirit!"

I was shoved into a seat, and I looked up into the faces of my four friends who were smiling and laughing to themselves. I felt the coldness of the paint press against my warm skin, and watching Megan's warm eyes study me made my heart scream.

I loved when she looked at me like that.

It didn't take long for the lady to finish but she handed me a mirror before I left, "Have a look!"

I looked into it, seeing a rainbow flag painted on my cheek and the word PRIDE painted on the other. I looked at her, smiling "Thanks."

"Have a good time today!"

We left the tent and Megan smiled, "Now you look like you fit in."

I rolled my eyes, "Why did you make me be her canvas guinea pig?!"

She kissed my forehead and laughed, "Because I liked my makeup today and didn't want her to mess it up."

I laughed silently as I held her hand tighter; only to have someone else approach us with a tray of what looked like rainbow shots. The guy spoke, "You guys look thirsty."

The five of us picked each a different color shot and downed, Blair cheering in the process as the guy spoke again, "We're having a guest DJ tonight over at FAME, it's the local LGBT bar. You should all come tonight!"

It sounded like a load of fun as we somewhat agreed, causing him to move on to the next group of people. We continued to walk through the shops and eventually we were all sipping on some sort of drink while we browsed through the different tents and stands set up along the street.

Feeling Megan's hand laced in mine was a pretty amazing feeling, especially walking down a crowded street. I never would've imagined this happening to me months ago, but here I was with Megan holding her hand while walking down the street in front of hundreds of people.

Maybe I should start giving myself more credit for growing up.

It was still sort of new to me but I knew I was growing fond of having someone like Megan next to me all the time. The conversation that happened last night played in my head once more, causing me to take another sip of my drink. Hearing how she had spoken about how she had been in love made me cringe and go into a state of awe all in the same sense.

Then suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by Shawn, "Who's hungry?"

"I'm always hungry," Blair retorted as her and Tony walked side by side behind Shawn.

So we eventually made our way to a restaurant, allowing me to forget about all the worries I had pertaining to Megan just for a little while.

~ ~ ~ ~

I heard Megan walk out of the bathroom, "Wow, you look... hot."

I turned around, "Don't I always?"

She eyed me as she slowly walked up to me, smirking, "Your arrogance never wavers."

Although she had complimented me I literally couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Her low-cut sleeveless blouse was made to tease me, and her short black shorts were complimented by her long and recently tanned legs. Her wavy dark brown hair flowed over her thin shoulders and the longer I stared at her the more I wanted to ruin all of her hard work by undressing her as quickly as possible.

And before I could think to stop my mouth from talking I mumbled, "You look so fucking beautiful."

I quickly snapped my eyes up to her face to see her slightly blushing as she moved closer to me, causing my heart to sink to my knees. Everything in my body was immediately craving her touch and there was nothing I wanted more than her right now.

She eventually closed the gap between our bodies, pressing herself against me as her hands trapped me against the dresser. I could feel my skin growing hot just like every other time she did this to me, and I realized the more she did it the more I enjoyed it.

I wasn't used to being submissive to anyone but I was with Megan, and I was sure she would be the one and only person I would ever submit to. You just couldn't help it because most of the time you were mesmerized by her, and all you could focus on was her pink lips and those icy blue eyes. She paralyzed you when she got close, and everything in your body told you to give into her no matter what the cost, and that's exactly how I responded.

Her face was close to mine, our noses touching as I took notice to how my heart was slamming against my chest. She whispered, "You look so good I want to take you right now."

I felt every cell in my body tingle at her low, seductive voice, realizing we were going to get carried away soon. I wanted her, and when we had our moments like this there was nothing else more important. It was just me and Megan and there was nothing else around us whenever I got lost in her eyes that were growing darker by the second.

She lifted one of her hands and placed it on my shoulder, causing my skin to tingle under her. She slipped her fingers under the straps of my shirt, slipping them down my shoulders as she continued to look at me. I felt my stomach tighten when she exposed my black bra and leaned in, placing her soft lips against my collar bone.

I closed my eyes, taking in her perfume as my hands settled behind me, attempting to hold me up against the dresser. I felt her hands travel over my shoulders and to my hair that was down, and she tangled her fingers in it, pulling my face into hers.

Immediately I thought about all the months of sexual tension I had to ignore with Megan, and realized that it had never dulled. In all honesty the tension felt as if it had intensified over the months of me and Megan's relationship, and when she did this to me it really managed to drive me crazy.

I felt Megan's full lips moving hastily against mine and as she pushed herself against me I realized my body was screaming for her. I wanted to feel her, I wanted Megan for what felt like forever in this moment, and not because of the lust but because she made me feel things I had never felt before. She made my heart warm, she made me sleep well, she made me realize I wasn't a fuck up, and she made me feel like the most beautiful thing on this God forsaken planet.

She was everything I had been looking for and here she was, giving herself to me as I tried to figure out what exactly I wanted.

But I wanted her, nothing more and nothing less, and that was the absolute truth.

I felt her lift me up suddenly, pushing me into a sitting position on top of the dresser and wedging herself between my legs. It forced me out of my thoughts and into reality, and it wasn't that I didn't want her because I did, but I felt like I needed to tell her something important.

She noticed my absence and pulled back, "You okay?"

I nodded, holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping me on this earth, "Megan I..." I felt my heart slamming against my chest, everything in me was trying to tell her the one thing she needed to hear, but it just wouldn't come out.

She shook her head, "Do you not want to...?"

"No," I interrupted, "No it's not that... I just..."

Her big blue eyes just looked at me curiously, almost looking really worried at the moment. I didn't want her to worry, but I was scared and hesitating because I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.

And all that came out was, "I'm trying."

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head, a tiny smile spreading across her lips, "I know Sam."

I looked away from her, feeling as if I had let her down. I felt like I had let myself down, and I wondered if I would ever be able to say those famous words to her. I wanted to but I wasn't sure, I didn't know one-hundred percent and that was scary. I wanted to know for sure before I made myself completely vulnerable to her, but I knew I would never know for sure. I had never experienced something like this with anyone, so I would never know because Megan was the first girl I had ever been emotionally attracted too.

She was my first... love? Is that what this was? Is that why this relationship was so confusing to me? Because this was the first time I had actually been... in love?

Then before I could analyze it any further I heard Blair calling from downstairs, "Let's go you two!"

Megan seemed to be pulled out of her own thoughts as she pulled me off of the dresser and into her arms. She smiled sadly at me as she shook her head, "There's no need to feel rushed, Sam."

She pulled me downstairs and I couldn't help but feel bad. It's not that I wanted to rush it, and I obviously didn't feel rushed, I just didn't know how to say it. I wanted to tell her how I felt, I wanted to say the three words but I had never said them to anyone before.

I didn't want to say it but then I did, and the contradictions going on in my mind were slowly driving me up the wall.

By the time we made it to the club it was late and dark, and I was ready to get a drink and get my mind off of things. I knew everything with Megan was really stressing me out and the more I thought about it the more it really got to me.

And I didn't want my mood to suffer from it.

We walked in, hearing dance music and the loud bassline fill the room that was filled with people. The set-up was phenomenal as I saw the glowing coming from the dance floor that was surrounded by what seemed to be black-lights. People were dressed in numerous different colors and the neon sticks and necklaces they were carrying around gave the club an exciting look.

It really made you want to have fun.

I followed Megan to the bar where she asked, "What do you want?"

"Shots!"

She just looked at me, probably curious as to why I was so eager to get drunk. It wasn't that I was feeling suffocated by the pressures of how I felt about her... but... okay, yes it was.

She eventually handed me a shot along with a mixed drink, "Cheers to our last night in Tampa."

I threw the glass back along with Megan, feeling the liquid burn down my throat as I chased it with my drink. I felt the need to locate Blair and Tony too, considering we had initially come here with them.

Megan and I made our way through the crowd, finding Blair and Tony on the dance floor and for once I was hesitant to join them. Usually I was a sucker for a good beat and an energetic crowd but at the moment I was feeling so uptight and weird.

Megan grabbed my hand then, "We need to dance."

I felt Megan pressed against me, the tension surrounding us as she swayed not just her body but mine as well along to the music. Her hips were pressed against me as I tried not to get too carried away with watching her but it was impossible.

The way she moved with the music was mesmerizing, and when she brought her lips to her drink I couldn't help but watch. Everything she did drove me crazy, every little look, every little touch, and every little bat of her eyes made me want to fall to my knees. I felt one of her arms snake around my thin waist, pulling me closer to her as her lips touched against my ear, causing everything in the room around me to disappear.

She whispered, "Dance with me."

Eventually my mind let go of all matters, including the entire scene back at the condo. This was the last night I had with Megan, and for all I knew it could be the last time I would be in a completely foreign area with her. No one knew us here, I was allowed to act however the hell I wanted and here I was too worried about shit that could wait till later.

Right now was about having a good time, and I was missing out because I was worried over something that I shouldn't be worrying about at this moment.

The song changed and so did my attitude, and as I grabbed behind Megan's neck I turned around, my back facing her front. I was loosening up because of my drink and I grinded slowly against her hips as I felt her hands on my waist.

I wanted her to want me so bad tonight, and I wanted her to want me for the rest of her life. There was nothing like being with Megan, whether it was just her and I hanging out or something more. The feelings I had when I was with her were untouchable by far, and everyone knew that.

She was something special to me, and one of these days I was going to tell her, but right now I just wanted to dance.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"So how was the last night in Tampa?"

I continued wiping off my makeup in the mirror of the bathroom, looking at Megan in the reflection and smiling, "Perfect."

We brushed out teeth, allowing me to study Megan's perfect body in her pajama shorts and tank top. Dancing with her tonight had only made me want her, but looking at her now made me want her even more, as if that was even possible.

I could feel her eyes on me just like they had been all night and I was upset that this was the last night we would have in Tampa. Tomorrow we would be leaving and on our way home, returning to our normal lives that included me being her damn student.

Just a few more months...

I couldn't wait to graduate and not have to worry about being Megan's student, even though there had really been no guilt in that area at all. It was still stressful though, and eventually we wouldn't have to hide the fact that we were involved.

I just needed to graduate first.

I heard Megan ask as I wiped my mouth, "You okay?"

I looked at her, nodding, "Just sad that it's our last night."

I began climbing into the bed, allowing her to lie next to me and smirk, "It's not over yet."

I watched her light eyes turn a little dark in that moment, and I watched as she climbed on top of me, peering down into my eyes as if she was trying to read my reaction. I questioned, "You're not tired?"

She straddled my hips, leaning down and whispering, "A little, but I want you to make me exhausted."

I felt my body heat up at her response and I allowed my hands to travel up her thighs and to her hips. Her skin was smooth under my hand, and as her dark hair made a curtain around our faces I couldn't help but get lost in her once again.

I kissed her, feeling all sorts of emotions come unraveled inside of me, knowing Megan was the only one who could do this. Her hands cupped my face gently, as if I was some sort of fragile object as she kissed me slowly. There was absolutely no haste in any of her actions, which was something I had grown to love about having sex with Megan.

But for some reason tonight felt like it was more than sex, it was more emotion and feeling, and she took her time stripping me down. She kissed every inch of my body, touched every crease and curve, and she had cherished every second like it was the last time she would ever have me.

So claiming that we were "having sex" just didn't feel like I was doing her justice, but classifying it as making love would be completely new to me.

But I had grown to like new with Megan, and I liked doing this with her, and maybe that's what this was. We were making love because sex was just sex, but this was something much more than that.

And if I could admit that to myself then I could admit that I actually might... really like... or love Megan.

I remembered what I had told her a long time ago, about how I felt about love. My life not only revolved around me anymore, she seemed to be a huge part of it now and I loved that. I loved that when I was around her there was nothing else I would rather be doing than be with her, which was also something I had said. I immediately felt like maybe this whole love thing could be possible for me, and it could damn well be possible with Megan.

But I still had so much doubt inside my own head that saying that out loud might be a mistake, and I didn't want to make mistakes with her.

I wanted it to be perfect, and I wanted to be sure.

I was just hoping she could wait like she claimed she would, because I didn't know how long it could take for me to finally grow a pair and tell her I loved her. I just prayed she could give me time to develop into someone who could love herself, because only then would I be able to fully love Megan.

And that's exactly what I was going to try and do.

~ ~ ~ ~

"I can't believe we're home already, I felt like we just left for Tampa."

I tugged my suitcase out of the van and into the garage that was home sweet home. I looked at Blair and nodded, "It makes me depressed."

She sighed, smiling, "But we have maybe a month and a half left till graduation."

I shook my head, "It can't come fast enough."

She seemed to eye me long than usual as I watched Shawn and Megan talk off in the distance. Then I heard her speak once again, "So you and Megan... have you figured anything out."

I wanted to tell Blair I thought I loved Megan but it didn't feel right. If anyone should know it should be Megan of all people, I mean she deserved that. I looked into Blair's curious green eyes and shrugged, "I think I want to be with her, like her girlfriend... but I have to wait."

Blair smiled, "It'll be what's best for you two, to wait I mean... until you know."

I smiled, nodding, "She's perfect for me, Blair."

"I know she is," I looked at Blair who seemed to have an envious look in her eyes. I knew Blair had been rooting for Megan and I for the longest time and now look where we were. Blair knew exactly what I needed before I knew what I needed, and I knew that was something special we both shared.

She was my best friend and I loved that she knew me the way she did.

Then Tony joined us, "Ready to go?"

Blair pulled me into a hug and smiled, "Text me later, let me know if anything happens."

I smiled, "See you at school Monday."

Then she and Tony disappeared in his car leaving me, Shawn, and Megan alone. I joined them in their conversation as Shawn looked at me, "Guess you'll need to bring Megan home."

I could tell there was playfulness in his voice as she smirked, leaving me alone with Megan. I looked at her, "Ready to go?"

She smiled sadly, "I guess."

She joined me in my car, allowing me to start it up and pull out onto the road. I mumbled, "You know I never took you for a ride, like just a long drive in my car so we could talk."

She looked at me, "I'm not sure I want to spend more than ten minutes in this death trap with you."

I smiled, looking over at her, "Scared?"

"Honestly, yes."

I laughed to myself, "Why? I'm a good driver."

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as well, "Sam, you better not do anything stupid."

I wanted to though, and literally everything Megan did made me want to do something stupid. She made me want to do crazy things, and she made me feel crazy things...

Maybe that's what we needed every once in a while.

I knocked my car into a higher gear, pressing the pedal harder as my car bolted down the street. I could see Megan growing uneasy in the passenger seat but she was actually enjoying the joy ride. I passed up her apartment on the long stretch of road, hitting almost eighty as I cranked up my radio. Sweet Child O' Mine blared through my speakers as I felt one of Megan's hands on my knee squeezing for what seemed to be dear life.

She hollered, "Sam!"

I let go of the pedal, grabbing my E-brake and forcing the car to do a complete 180, allowing Megan to look over at me in disbelief.

She slapped me, "I can't believe you did that! You almost got us killed!"

I smiled, "I know what I'm doing, Megan, my dad taught me how to do that."

"You're dad taught you how to Tokyo Drift!? Jesus Christ you're going to kill me..."

I began towards her apartment as I smiled like an idiot, "But you loved it deep down inside."

She looked at me and I could see a look on her face that I could read well enough to know I had scared the shit out of her. She shook her head, "I don't know whether I want to slap you or kiss you."

I looked at her, "I wouldn't mind a kiss."

"No, I changed my mind. I'm mad at you."

I drove up to her apartment, walking her out of my car and to her apartment door. I hated that the next time I would see her it would be in her dreaded classroom but it was reality. The vacation had been the most exciting and memorable time of my life, but this was where reality lied with us.

At least for now.

She sighed, "I guess I'll see you in class Monday?"

I smiled, shaking my head, "Yes Miss Adams."

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head in the process, "You really frustrate me."

I winked, "I like frustrating you."

Then I felt her hands cup my face as she kissed me, "Text me when you get home... and do the speed limit."

I laughed as I kissed her back quickly, "I can't promise you anything."

And with that I left, knowing Monday would be back to the usual and praying for the rest of the school year to fly by.

***A/N***

Well here's another update for you guys, and I hope you all had an awesome New Years celebration! Just wanted to say thanks to all my awesome readers that continuously support me and my stories, it really means a lot! Happy Reading and Happy New Years! :)

-Lauryn