The spacious penthouse walls were a warm, chocolate brown color; which contrasted nicely with the beige carpets. The walls were virtually bare except for the large T.V. against one wall, and a few books cases against another. I walked to the book case and checked out a few of the titles. Dracula, Frankenstein, Sherlock Holmes, A Collection of Hans Christian Andersen, Tales of the Grimm Brothers.

"Interesting collection of books you have here," I said.

"Yeah, I know."

I kept looking around. There were two sets up steps that led up to a sort of game area. He had a pool table and bar sitting in front of the windows. The dark wood floors were open and wide. The large windows stretched from one end of the living space to the opposite. A few doors were on either side of the walls, I could only guess that those had a wall of glass as well. I walked toward a door that led onto a balcony. If there was not so much snow and so cold I'd venture out to take a peek down.

"If you're afraid of heights, stay away from that window," Connor laughed while digging around in his fridge.

I took a few tentative steps back and decided to just sit down on his L-shaped, black leather couch and watched him move around the small kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Do you have root beer?"

"Root beer?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, root beer. I love the stuff."

"You sure you don't want a glass of wine or a beer?" he asked.

"Well, what kind of wine?"

"Um, there is Riesling and Merlot."

"I guess I can do the Riesling."

He grabbed the bottle out of the fridge, two glasses off a rack, and came back into the living room taking a seat next to me on the sofa. He poured the golden elixir into the glasses and handed one to me. The see through bottle was resting in front of me on the coffee table. The image of a black kangaroo stood out against the light green background. I held the glass out and stared at the liquid. It twirled around the crystal in silent spins. It was like watching a ballerina do a pirouette over and over again. It was hypnotizing. I slowly sipped expecting something bold and sour. I was surprised by the smoothness of the taste. The lemon and lime explosion in my mouth tantalized my taste buds. The lingering sweetness was a pleasant after taste. I had my fair share of wines, even at eighteen, but this by far had to be one of my favorites. I sat back and sighed heavily while sniffing my wine. The citrus smell was almost as delectable as the taste.

"How do you like it?"

"It's surprisingly delicious," I smiled.

"You've never had Riesling?"

"I've never had Alice White."

"Oh."

We snuggled closer, staring out the window. I let my head rest on his chest, the spicy smell invaded my nostrils, and a delightful shudder ran through my body. All thoughts of the wine disappeared.

"Music?" he squeaked.

"Sure."

He reached for a long, thin, black remote and pushed one of the many buttons. Limp Bizkit came blaring out at us.

"Limp Bizkit?" I laughed.

He quickly hit another button, switching it to a classical song, "My guilty pleasure."

"You go from Limp Bizkit to Mozart's Requiem?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Feeling a bit down are we?" I asked snuggling back up to him.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, this was commissioned for someone's death."

"That's right."

We didn't talk again. My heart continued to pump, and I was afraid to say anything. I knew nothing but babbling nonsense would come out. He stared out the window. He had such a forlorn look in his eyes as he watched the snow. I wanted to know what he was thinking about. He looked down at me with his amazing half-smile. I had never felt more comfortable and relaxed in a person's arms before. I looked up at Connor; he was still looking at me. A surge of warmth rushed through my body. I could feel my cheeks getting hot and my mouth dry. I took a quick sip of my wine and was snuggling back down when he lowered his head to mine. I felt his velvety lips press against my own. My eyes closed and rolled to the back of my head. I let him part my lips again and explore my mouth. My hands wandered up to his hair, and I ran my fingers through it, gently tugging. That seemed to only get him more riled up. His tongue abandoned my mouth in exchange for a harder more determined assault on my lips. With the harder kissing came an increased determination to get our bodies closer. I grabbed at him, pulling his torso into me while thrusting my hips into his. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine. I was ready for that big step. His hands roamed over my body, he softy ran them from my neck to my stomach. He reached under my shirt and bra, carefully cupping my breast with his hand; squeezing and rubbing them. A quiet moan left my mouth. My body began to feel so warm, which left other areas rather disturbed. I couldn't help but squirm under his touch as my panties became damper. As he felt my body our kissing became more intensified. With each move we were held back by the back of his couch and the sweat from our bodies causing us to stick to it. It was not comfortable. At all.

"Screw this damn couch," he huffed before picking me up, and carrying me up a small flight of stairs to a bedroom.

He swung me around so my feet hit the door. It swung open and banged loudly into the crisp white wall. He tossed me on the bed and climbed on after me. He lowered himself down. His anxiousness came through as his entire body began shaking. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to get to the toned body underneath. I finally managed to rip the extremely offensive garment off him, letting my hands linger on his chest and stomach.

"Oh. My."

"What?" he panted.

"Immaculate," I whispered.

"Thanks," he laughed, "Your turn."

He smiled devilishly. Reaching for the bottom of my shirt he pulled it over my head.

"Well look what you're hiding," he said kissing my belly wile reaching behind for my bra clasp.

He held the bra up triumphantly for a second before tossing it over his shoulder across the room, where it landed on a lamp. He lowered himself back down on top of me. The feeling of our skin touching was amazing. I'd never felt anything like it really. Something as simple as feeling the softness of his warm body, smelling the spice that seemed to intensify with his excited state was overwhelming. I'd never imagined I'd find someone as remarkable as Connor to be with. I never thought someone as remarkable as Connor would ever want to be with someone like me. It was such hard, raw emotion. It was such a new and exciting experience. I wanted more, but at the same time I was terrified. After all, if we decided to continue at the pace that we were going, it would be my first time. As he reached for the button on my pants I grabbed his hand.

"Connor," I panted.

"What now?" he asked between kisses.

"I've, uh, never...you know," I stuttered.

"You never what?" he asked, his lips hovering near my naval.

"Done the big deed," my cheeks flushed.

I felt like such a child, I couldn't even say it out loud.

I've never had SEX! I screamed in my mind.

I felt his lips completely abandon my body as he propped himself up on his elbows. His brows furrowed together, and he examined my face. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I bit at my lip and avoided his gaze. I didn't want to look at him.

"You mean you're a virgin?"