As soon as I hear my phone buzz I dart around, trying to shut it off without waking Matt. But it's to no avail as he immediately wraps his arms around my waist, spooning me as he murmurs between a yawn.

'Come on, beautiful. At least give me five more minutes to cuddle with you until you disappear on me again...'

I giggle, quickly shutting off the alarm before turning back around in his embrace. Grazing my fingers through his messy hair as he lazily opens his eyes when I tell him.

'It's just one more day.'

'If you're going to utter the word work one more time ...I'll punish you.'

He groans although I see a little sparkle in his eyes. Tempting. A slight blush creeps up my cheeks as I can't help but wonder what kind of punishment it would be while I murmur.

'Actually, I don't have to work today.'

Not sure whether or not that also counts for punishment. I grin since I spoke the word work but in the opposite sense... He quirks his brow, slightly shaking his head as he asks his voice still low and gruff tainted with sleep.

'Then why the rush?'

'Because tomorrow is your birthday, doofus! I have to get all of the preparations in order and lay a final touch on your gift.'

He shrugs, not impressed as he tightens his hold around me. Pressing my head against his sturdy chest as he whispers.

'My birthday. My rules. And right now I just want you to stay here with me for at least another five minutes. I know you don't want to leave as well, beautiful. So just stop being a pain already and give me a kiss.'

My chuckle gets muffled away as I try to turn my head up to him. Seeing the cheeky smile on his face, just when I'm about to kiss him and I can't help but scoff.

'You're such a smartass, aren't you? Like you know everything about me.'

'I know a whole lot...'

He whispers teasingly, rubbing his nose against mine.

'Okay, if that's true... What's my favorite music?'

'That's a trick question, you love all kinds of music and don't have a preference. If we're going to play this game at least give me some real questions to answer, beautiful.'

He mumbles kissing my head. Okay, let's see...

'My favorite breakfast then?'

'Coffee as a starter, a double hazelnut latte. And as far as food goes? If that baker is still in business, it must be a stiff little butterfingers donut. Peanutbutter filling, just like honey with a chocolate glaze and crunched chick-o-sticks on top.'

He smirks, knowing it's the right answer. Dammit. I think for a moment, trying to figure out a harder question before I ask.

'Color?'

'Green.'

Fuck, that's also right. I grumble. The same green as your beautiful eyes... I think peering into them, not that I'm going to ask him to elaborate! To mortified he might actually know the answer to that as well. But he won't know this one...

'Okay, mister smarty pants. What is my favorite movie of all time?'

He laughs softly, a humorous look on his face as he pecks my lips and says.

'That's easy... You want me to say the fast and furious saga, most probably guessing it'll be that since you're so car crazy. And even though I know you love seeing Vin Diesel on screen, that's not it.'

'Which is it then?'

I ask surprised he knows that much, indeed expecting him to fall into that trap. There's no way he knows! I squint, curiously awaiting his answer.

'August rush.'

He states, the smirk on his face growing wider when I blink stupefied. That's right... But how do you know that? I wonder, raising an eyebrow. Did Rebekah fill you in or something? He shakes his head, laughing softly as he continues.

'It's the way your eyes used to twinkle every time you came across it when we were choosing movies as kids. I never understood what it was with that movie since you never offered to play it. But still, you couldn't shut up about the beauty of that story... I'm almost even convinced that's what made you want to be a musician in the first place. Now tell me, beautiful. Am I right?'

He grins, my face already spilling the beans as I mumble.

'Y-Yes... But how do you know it involves music? I never told any of you guys the specifics about that story because I hate to give too much intel about a movie someone doesn't know...'

'Because I've seen it.'

I shake my head again, now even more surprised since I know this kind of genre isn't something he would normally watch. My confusedness humors him all the more as he chuckles.

'I was curious why you'd be so head over heels with that movie ...and now I get it. It's a really good story, a bit farfetched, but that rhapsody at the end is worth it.'

'Oh my god. You really have watched the entire thing, haven't you?'

I breathe astonished. Matt, the guy who used to fall asleep if a movie didn't have enough action in it, has watched August bloody rush... I murmur to myself, not sure whether I should be proud or scared. He nods, still amused by my behavior as he whispers.

'Did I earn a real kiss now?'

You did know all the right answers... I smile while pushing him over on his back, sitting on top of him. Dammit. I swear as he smirks, happily complying with having me on top while I drag my hands over his chest. Maybe you do know pretty much everything about me. I breathe, grasping his face and kissing him deeply. Even if there is still a secret or two. I grin against his lips, a groan escaping from between them when I pull back.

'I've got a question you aren't able to answer...'

I whisper, our lips only an inch apart as I trail my finger over his jaw. Not sure I should even ask you though, unsure of what he might say when he finds out the answer. He lifts his brow as I sit up a little, my fingertips tracing down his body making him shiver as he groans.

'Mmm, and what would that be?'

Too late to back out now. I cuss, biting my lip as he takes a hold of my hips. His eyes are still focused on mine as he tries to keep his head in the game, instead of what's going on in his pants.

'What's your name and ringtone when you call me?'

I whisper, my fingers now dangerously close to his hips. Trying my utmost best to distract him from my question, I let my nails brush against the rim of his boxers. He grunts frustratedly, grabbing a hold of my hands as he mutters.

'Little trickster. I won't let you distract me, even if it feels damn good...'

Still holding my hands he contemplates my question for a minute, coming up empty as he tries to reach out for his phone so he can call me.

'Forget about it. I've set it on silence last night before I snuck into your room.'

He scoffs, laying back down. Keeping his eyes on me as he sighs unsurely.

'I'd think you'd put my caller ID under Matty. As for the ringtone? The only thing I can come up with is the obvious. The same as everyone else's?'

I shake my head, a soft smile on my face since both of his answers are wrong. He rolls his eyes, even more, determined to find out as he tosses me off him. Crawling over my body so he's the one holding me captive instead, his gruff hands tightly holding my waist as he rasps in a deep voice.

'Tell me.'

'You've always been a sore loser.'

I smirk, a moan escaping my lips as he kisses the crook of my neck. And I'm the distracting one? I think with a scoff as his fingers slip underneath my shirt and he breathes, his voice more demandingly.

'Don't be mean... You're the one who brought it up, so I won't stop until you give me something.'

'A-Ahhh!'

I shudder, as he pinches my nipple. Rolling the hardened bud between his fingertips while softly biting my earlobe making a jolt of excitement rush through my veins.

'I can keep this up all day, gorgeous...'

He whispers in a husk tone against my ear before his lips lash onto my skin once more. Fuck! I curse, breathing heavily as his hands still roam over my breasts. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid when I decided to keep my shirt on last night. Another pinch makes me jerk in pleasure. I knew I should've kept my bra on too! I groan, already feeling feverish from his caresses. The brusk tone in his voice makes me melt underneath him as he pushes my shirt up until it's just underneath my breasts, kissing my stomach.

'Be quick about it, otherwise, I won't be able to stop myself...'

'F-Fine... Mmm, ahh!'

I moan as I dig my hands in his hair, not sure I even want him to stop as I murmur.

'You'll get the answer to one, the other you have to figure out yourself...'

'Another mystery?'

He purrs against my belly, kissing it again as he holds me down by my hips. God, you're so hot I can't even think straight! I grunt, tugging on his hair so he'll stop as I breathe barely audible.

'Z-Zorro...'

My revelation pulls him out of his lusting daze as he swiftly looks up at me with shining eyes. I know, it's lame. I blush, averting my gaze as he draws himself back up to me and asks.

'Because of the costume party?'

'Yes...'

I confess, feeling my cheeks burn up even more. Even though my eighteenth birthday ended in a total disaster, I've never forgotten how smitten you looked in your outfit that night. Matt props himself up on one arm slightly, looking surprised as he mutters absentmindedly.

'...I thought you hated my guts that night?'

I quirk a brow also lifting myself up a bit, leaning on my elbows as I ask confused.

'Why would you think that?'

He shakes his head, capturing my face and brushing his lips past mine as he murmurs.

'It's nothing... Forget about it.'

I can't help but feel there's still something wrong and I want to continue, but the look on his face is telling me to drop it. Nah-ah, I don't know why but you clearly need to hear this. I sigh and for once, I decide not to chicken out. Wrapping my arms around his neck as I tell him lovingly.

'I think I've already mentioned this to you, but clearly, you want to hear me say it again. I never, ever, hated you, Mattheo Blackwell...'

He pecks my lips, a soft smile on his face. Although I know he's only kissing me so he can try to stop me from delving further into the subject. I straddle my legs around him, sitting on his lap while still keeping my arms draped along his neck as I whisper.

'On the contrary, you looked smoking hot in that costume. I had a really hard time focusing during our dance...'

'You sure made me work for it since I had to run after you and all. My beautiful cinderella trying to flee the scene...'

He murmurs, a hint of amusement noticeable on his face. I wish he had forgotten about that tiny detail... I groan silently, nibbling on my lips.

'You're doing that thing again...'

He mumbles, his hands once again on my hips as I tease.

'What thing?'

'That thing where you're sensually biting your bottom lip, daring me to pluck them away for myself...'

I only bite my lip harder, not striving to provoke him, but trying to withhold myself from making a sound. Goddammit, just stop stalling and kiss me! I whine still feeling randy as he trails his index finger over my lip, trying to pry it loose while unintentionally licking his own. Not helping! I grunt, gently closing my eyes as his fingers wander down over my chest.

'You just can't help yourself, can you? God, you're sexy...'

He growls before clashing his mouth on top of mine, his teeth immediately tugging at my bottom lip. No, you are! I moan, jerking his beautifully messed up hair as he slips his tongue into my mouth. God forbiddenly hot! I groan, his tongue battling with mine for control. Both not wanting to submit, another growl leaves his mouth as I'm now biting his lip in return. One of his hands once again travels under my shirt, exploring my naked back as the other squeezes my butt. Grazing against the line of my panties, making me squirm with need. My body already begging him not to stop as I savor the taste of his mouth. You have no clue how badly I want you right now! I moan, craving for more but reluctantly tearing myself away from him.

As I place my palm on his bare chest, trying to steady my breathing I feel his heartbeat thundering underneath my touch. Wow... I breathe, trying to focus on the rhythm. Wondering if it's going even faster than mine. Matt gives me a crooked smile, also taking big gulps of air as he whispers.

'Feel that? You'll be the death of me one day...'

I smile bashfully in return, butterflies tingling in my belly as I'm unable to draw my hand away from his chest. Captivated by the beating drum of his heart as I tangle a longer lock of hair around the fingers of my other hand. Geez, that sexy tousled morning hair has definitely won me over. I smirk, as his heart rate finally seems to settle down a bit.

'Wanna know a secret?'

Matt grins, his fingers tenderly stroking my skin. I eye him, wondering what he's about to say when he reaches for his phone. I follow his movements to see what he's up to, a smile still on my lips. Calling still won't work if you wanna find out that ringtone... I giggle to myself, but instead, he scrolls through his photos in a rapid paste. I lean in a little and rest my head on his chest, still feeling winded as I continue to listen to the beating of his heart. He keeps his other hand clasped around my waist while my eyes follow the finger he's using to scroll down his screen. Most of it flashes by in blurs until he suddenly stops. He clicks on one of them and enhances the picture, making me visibly tense up. H-How on earth?! I blush, digging my head into his chest so he's unable to look at me before he chuckles.

'Even though I could never forget the moment when I laid eyes on you in that burlesque dress, it's still nice to have a keepsake of it...'

His words make me press my face even harder against his skin. Glad that my hair is cradling what's left of my reddened face, hiding my shame as I mutter.

'I can't believe you took a bloody picture of me...'

'Couldn't resist.'

He rasps, the tone in his voice persuading me to glance back at his phone. My God! Even if it's a bit more grainy than photos nowadays there's plenty to see. I'm leaning against the wall, looking around the venue with a smile on my face as I'm playing with Matt's necklace around my neck. At the time it didn't seem to be such a big deal, the costume I mean, but looking at it now? Dear lord, it was definitely stretching the boundaries between sexy and borderline slutty. The tight corset top, with a puffy skirt, both covered in the pattern of the Queen of hearts. Underneath revealing my bare legs, at least until they're continued with a black pair of stockings and a high pair of heels. My curly hair only seemingly tamed into a rowdy updo and a bold red lipstick to accompany it, giving me a mixed look. Both cowboyish and fantasy alike. Ryan surely would love to see this, I can't help but snort imagining his reaction.

'This is so embarrassing! What on earth was I thinking?'

I wince, wanting to hide my face again. But Matt catches my features between his fingertips instead, having dropped the phone as he whispers with sparkling eyes.

'I know what I was thinking... I desperately wanted to kiss you.'

You should've! I curse silently, my face burning so furiously that I'm afraid I might come down with a fever if he keeps this up. He smirks, giving me a sweet kiss that immediately evaporates all of my worries along with the knot in my stomach. Please, Matty, don't ever make me go through that again... I plead, terrified that history will repeat itself. But also not strong enough to fight the power he has over me any longer. I want you... I moan, kissing him back before trailing kisses along his jaw and neck. All the damn time, I want you... I breathe with a smile on my lips, a low groan escapes his mouth when my lips caress the weak spot in his neck. I want you so badly it hurts! I grunt, dragging my nails over his flesh as I continue to kiss my way down his chest. His breathing is heavy as I flick my tongue over his piercing, but I can't right now! I cuss, grazing my teeth over his nipple before letting go. A disappointed groan comes from Matt's lips at the loss of my touch while he looks down at me, his eyes darkened with lust.

'As deliciously good as it sounds... Staying cooped up in your room for the entire day... I really gotta go, Matty...'

'You're relentless.'

He grunts, pressing my hip down so I can feel his excitement as I whimper helplessly.

'God, Matty! You don't think I'm fucking turned on right now? But I'm supposed to meet some people in half an hour, and if I'm not there on time...'

'What? You'll get punished?'

He huff's, feeling as if he's pulling the shorter end of the straw. The last thing I wanna do right now is leave you, dammit! I sigh, perfectly well understanding where he's coming from. But since it has to do with Jake and putting the final touches on his ride I can't reschedule. It's a goddamn miracle we managed to finish the job before tomorrow in the first place.

'Well, let's just say has to do with a very important part of your birthday surprise...'

I whisper with a smile, trying to assure him that I also didn't want this to stop. I know you'll thank me for it tomorrow. I grin, pecking him on the cheek. I haven't been sleeping in a damn garage for days, pulling all-nighters, for nothing...

'On one condition...'

He mumbles, still reluctant to let go of me as I nod for him to go on.

'The birthday boy can sneak into your bed after midnight...'

'Tomorrow.'

I promise, not knowing if I'll make it back tonight or not. Tomorrow you can have everything... I think, having had enough of this gray area we've been living in for far too long as he gives me a nod. Still a bit apprehensive that I'm making him wait. Tomorrow at you're birthday I'll let the cards fall as they may... I'd rather confess and know what my future will be than live in a constant state of uncertainty. That was the promise I had made to myself a few days ago, even if it could potentially break my heart to a point of no repair. It's still worth it. You're worth it... I smile knowingly, giving him one more sweet kiss before getting off his lap and out of the bed. Grabbing my phone on my way out, not giving myself the chance to change my mind.

'I'll count down the hours.'

Matt jokes as I stand by the door. Already holding the handle as I peer over my shoulder and giggle at him.

'That'll only make the torture last longer...'

'I don't care. That gives me the opportunity to fantasize about it in the meantime.'

He smirks, still sitting on the bed as he doesn't even make an effort to be modest and hide the hard-on pressing against his boxers.

'They say blue balls hurt.'

I tease, licking my lips while glancing down at his shorts. A grunt escapes his lips when my gaze meets his again before I open the door, walking back to my own room with a slight smirk on my face. I like the look in your eyes when you're all cute and needy...

***

'I can't believe it!'

I squeal, looking over to the others with shining eyes. They all smile confidently, as Jake checks the final things before grabbing a few cleaning supplies.

'Now that she's back to her old self, we better make sure that she gets a good scrub so she can truly shine.'

He smirks, satisfied. I give him a nod, Shelby and Ruby doing the same as we each start cleaning different parts of the car. Ruby takes on the leather interior, while Shelby starts to polish every single piece of chrome she can find. Jake doing the wheels, trunk, and everything in the middle while I focus on the exterior. As I anticipated, it's already well past midnight, but none of us even seem to care anymore about our lack of sleep. Now that the finishing project is finally there for everyone to see we all seem to have gotten another boost of energy. Probably the last one before we slump to our feet. I giggle, polishing the hood of the car.

Last night my body was so broken down from sleeping on Jake's stretcher for nights on end and all the heavy maintenance we'd done that I figured I could at least get one night in my own bed. Not that I ended up doing that. It just felt so strange walking into the new house, with so much of our own stuff already unpacked and in place while I hadn't even been there... Rebekah had texted me who took which rooms, but it was still weird, coming home for the first time while everyone else was already fast asleep. Like they had already gotten used to their new abodes and I, the owner, just came strolling in. After a shower, I ended up tossing and turning to the point that I'd almost grabbed my stuff again to go back to the garage without any real sleep at all.

Until I got the crazy idea to head into Matt's room. I blush, thinking back about it. I have no idea what came over me, all I wanted to do was have a peaceful sleep. It took me another half an hour to muster up the courage to actually walk down the hall and do it. My heart beat in my throat as I softly crept open the door, it made me feel like a damn stalker... I chuckle, thinking back about my 007 sneaking about. Praying to God that Rebekah didn't mess up the room layouts and that I'd accidentally made my way into Alex's room, instead of Matt's. Néomy's I was sure of, thanks to Bear's loud snoring which almost pointed an invisible arrow toward her door.

I could feel my throat run dry and my heart thundering in my ears as I slowly crept into Matt's bed. Even though he did wake up later, I was so damn mortified he was gonna wake up right then. Every time he would make a sound or move in his sleep I stood still like a statue, afraid that he'd catch me in the act. When I finally managed to settle down I couldn't resist cuddling up against him. I had missed him so much these past few days. The workings on his car only made me even more nostalgic. Even with the absurd amount of parts we had to replace, you could still feel his soul inside that car... I was so happy to finally be close to him again, feeling his warmth and able to smell his intoxicating cologne. That's when I finally felt at home... Falling asleep within a matter of seconds as I listened to his soft and steady breathing while snuggling my head against his sturdy chest...

'If you're going to keep polishing that same spot you'll end up removing the new paint.'

Shelby snorts, making me jolt in surprise. Shoot! No more daydreaming, Lex! I curse silently, hiding my red cheeks as I move on to another spot and mutter.

'G-Gotta make sure she looks perfect for tomorrow...'

'Uh-huh...'

She grins, knowing perfectly well that my head was elsewhere. Out of the three she's been keeping a close eye on me, especially whenever the subject "Matt" would come up. Seeing right through my charades, although by now I'm pretty positive the others know as well. I can't hide my feelings anymore. It's just too damn hard after everything that happened these past few months. Luckily they kept it decent. Understanding that things between us are complicated enough as is, and we need to figure them out ourselves. Which is what I'm still working on, trying to figure out how on earth I'm going to tell Matt that I still love him... He asked me in Ibiza and almost regretting not having given him an answer back then. Now I somehow have to find the confidence to bring the subject up myself, which seems a lot harder! I shake my head, knowing it won't make a difference. Things never go the way I plan them to anyway, so I'll just have to go with the flow and pick the moment when it seems right... I sigh, my palms already getting sweaty as I get nervous just thinking about it. The only thing that I am certain of is that I wanna do it when we're alone. At least that'll limit the damage so I'm the only one feeling miserable when things go south, instead of having an entire audience around to watch.

When we're finally all done I walk over to the driver's side, rumbling around in my jacket until I receive the black rosary I took with me from the scene of the crash. Placing it back where it belongs, hanging it on the rearview mirror. Ruby looks startled as she sees me doing it and murmurs.

'I can't believe you still have that! I thought it was lost?'

I shake my head, still trying to balance it right as I murmur.

'I found it lying next to Matt just before the paramedics tore me away from him. I still have no clue how it managed to come off in one piece... Although I'm certain of one thing, he must've had some incredible guardian angel alongside him that day.'

Ruby nods in agreement, Jake and Shelby just staring at it as if the little chain contains some unknown magical power. I've never told anyone this. But right after I got home and everyone finally left me alone, I held the damn thing for hours on end. For the first time in my life, I actually found myself praying. Not that I had any clue how someone was supposed to go about it with a rosary, just clutching it tightly to my chest. I begged the Gods, angels, his ancestors, or anyone else who was willing to listen to me, that he would be okay... Keeping the little beaded string close to me, carrying it everywhere for three days straight until Rebekah phoned me that he was awake... I'd never believed in praying until that moment. Not that it has helped me much after that. I didn't mind either. Matt being alright was enough for me. Not even Rebekah knows I've had it with me all this time. But something told me to hold onto it. To keep it safe until this moment. As if I knew all along there would come a time when we'd restore his car for him, so it could go back to the place where it belonged all along...

***

I steel myself, trying to look confident as I knock on Matt's door. Never, ever, have I felt so nervous! I mumble as I lean back against the wall, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to open up. Here it goes... I think anxiously, pulling down the hem of my little black dress. Even if 99% of me is sure that he'll love what I have in store for him, there's still that 1% of fear he might not appreciate that I've done this without his consent. I texted him the instructions to wait upstairs until I would come and get him for his surprise. This way the others could ready everything for tonight's party, while I in the meantime got Matt's present ready and in place. I've purposely chosen a special spot to park it. Not wanting to give too much away while we're on our way there.

Matt's door swings open as he tries to walk out as nonchalantly as possible. Shrugging his leather jacket in place when he looks up, stopping mid-stride as his eyes land on me. At least I made a good choice with my wardrobe. I giggle as I can see him swear under his breath, blushing slightly while his eyes wander over my body. His mouth hangs open although nothing seems to come out.

'Hi, handsome. I'm ready to go, that is ...if you're done gawking?'

I chuckle, still leaning back against the wall. My eyes also shamelessly gaze over his body, the same way he's doing with mine. He's wearing a dark pair of jeans, hugging his thighs and butt as if it's specially made for him. Along with a black tight-fitting shirt that sticks to him like a second skin and the v around his neck just goes low enough that the corners of his tattoos peep through. His abs glued to the fabric, almost daring me to slide it upwards and take a peek. You look like a mix between a fucking Greek God and someone from the mafia... I gulp, seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he strides up to me.

'This better be some gift... Because right now, I'd rather drag you back into my room and unpack you instead.'

He groans placing his arm on the wall as he gazes down at me, the look in his eyes so intense that it almost makes my legs grow weak. You have no idea... I smile secretively as I let my hands wander underneath his jacket over his shirt. Holding his gaze as I slide them from his chest over to his back and down to his firm ass, pushing them in his back pockets as I rasp.

'Mmm... That does sound tempting.'

I smirk, giving his ass a firm squeeze before drawing back. Earning a grin in return as Matt cups my cheek, placing a soft kiss on my lips before I push him back with the flick of my hand and mumble amusedly.

'But unfortunately... That's not the plan for today, loverboy.'

He scoffs at my teasing behavior, shoving a hand in his pocket as his eyes wander over me once more and he murmurs.

'You look gorgeous today, beautiful.'

'Oh? Two pet names in one sentence? I must've done something right then.'

I wink, already heading down the stairs. Purposely swaying my hips, enjoying the fact that for once I'm the one in control as I lure him along. My curls bounce with each step I take as Matt easily catches up, a smile still lingering on his face as he tries to figure out where we're going. I don't tell him anything as I silently walk over to the garage, heading for Thelma. He quirks his eyebrow getting in the car behind me as he asks with curiosity.

'Are you at least going to give me a hint?'

'Nope.'

I answer, purposely popping the P as I start the engine without looking his way. He groans, slightly frustrated as he sits back in his chair watching me as I speed off. You've never been good with surprises. I chuckle to myself, amused by how impatient he's being as his eyes keep darting between me and the road to figure out where we're headed.

For the rest of the drive, I keep silent. Mostly because my nerves are getting more intense the closer we get and I don't trust myself to speak up, afraid that it'll tip him off somehow. When we're near I suddenly pull over the car, parking it by the side of the road. He looks around him, slightly confused since there's nothing special to see anywhere around us as I tell him simply.

'We're going to walk the last bit.'

He sighs, getting even more impatient by my stalling methods but doing exactly as I say. He gets out of the car waiting for me to close it and lead the way, leaning against the door. I walk over to him with a smile hinting at my lips although my sweaty palms betray my nervousness. He swings his arm around my shoulder, shaking his head humored by my little treasure hunt before he gestures around him and asks.

'Where to, my lady?'

I point in the direction we're supposed to go to and he shrugs his shoulders, still keeping his arm around me as we start walking. I notice a few people around us glancing over, whispering softly among themselves as their eyes follow the both of us. Matt notices it too and mutters softly, the tone in his voice sounding a bit unsure.

'Is it okay for me to hold you like this? I mean, I don't wanna bring you into trouble with the paparazzi again...'

I smile looking up at him, glad he's considering my well-being as I whisper back blushing slightly.

'Let them look...'

We must look like some couple, walking together like this... I breathe, almost hoping someone snags a picture of us so I can have it too. Both of us wearing black as we stride past the sidewalk together with Matt's big protective arm swung around my bare shoulders. I don't care what the fuck they would say about me right now, just don't let go... I blush as Matt smiles happily at my answer. Kissing the top of my head he draws me even closer to him. I place my arm on his back right underneath his jacket, butterflies swarming through my stomach as I wonder if he even realizes this is sort of a declaration to both him and the press. Being intimate with a guy in public for someone like me is a big deal. It has to be serious, otherwise, I wouldn't even consider it... I sigh to myself, still having trouble keeping my nerves for today at bay. Matt glances down, noticing I'm having trouble keeping up with him and he immediately slows down his step to match mine better. My short legs normally give me enough trouble to keep up with his large strides, but my high heels now make it nearly impossible to match his regular walking.

'Sorry, gorgeous. I'm just anxious to find out what you've got in store for me.'

He apologizes for his rushing behavior, the sheepish look on his face making me giggle as I squeeze his side and whisper.

'We're almost there...'

He looks around, realizing where we're headed as we bend around the corner. An even more confused look on his face as he murmurs.

'The public pool?'

I sniffle at his reaction, unable to keep a grin off my face as I look up at him and ask.

'Do you remember what we used to do here?'

'Besides breaking and entering at night?'

He laughs, remembering the hot summer when the lot of us broke in to have a dip in the water. Earning a chuckle from me as well. That seems like an eternity ago. I keep my eyes trained on him, wondering how long it'll take until he figures it out as we near the parking lot, and I question.

'What else?'

He purses his lips, thinking hard to search for an answer. Still clueless as to why I would take him here as he answers with a smirk.

'I used to kick your butt, drifting over the ...parking lot.'

His voice dies out as he halts in his step when his eyes land on the impala, proudly parked between all the other cars. Surprise... He blinks several times to make sure he isn't dreaming. Although the look in his eyes, when he first set eyes on her already told me that he knows perfectly well it's his Louise and no other. 

He shakes his head, not sure what's going on before he looks at me speechless. Afraid that my heart most likely beats even harder than his, I place my arms around his neck. A loving look lingering in my eyes as I whisper.

'Happy birthday, Matty...'

He still holds my hips as his eyes flash over to the car before returning his attention back to me while he stutters.

'W-What... H-How?'

His reaction makes me giggle softly as I caress his face with my fingers. A hundred emotions swirl through his luminous emerald eyes as he probably wants to ask me a million questions. His mouth apparently not able to form any as I brush my lips against his, trying to pull him out of his stupor as he croaks out.

'I-Is that really ...her?'

I nod, a soft smile on my face as he finds it hard to form a normal sentence. It is... Still not able to believe me as he glances back at Louise and murmurs.

'L-Lex... Tell me I'm not dreaming.'

'You're definitely not dreaming, Matty. We fixed her up for you...'

I tell him quietly, still feeling a bit anxious his mood might turn around as I ask.

'I hope you're not angry we did it behind your back?'

'Angry?!'

He yelps, lifting me up in his arms as his face breaks into the biggest smile. Reaching up all the way to his ears before pressing a desperate kiss onto my lips. I instinctively kiss him back as he walks the both of us over to Louise.

'This is the best thing you ever could've given me!'

He chirps completely over the moon when he finally draws back. Thank god! I think, releasing a shaky breath I didn't even realize I was holding. Tears of happiness burn in the corners of his eyes as he lays a hand on the hood of his car, still holding me in his arms as he whispers beyond belief.

'H-How though?'

'You didn't think we would leave your pride and joy laying down there, did you?'

I grin, wiping away a stranded tear from the corner of his eye. I peck his cheek as I murmur answering the questions he's still unable to utter for him.

'Jake, Shelby, and Ruby helped me restore her these past few weeks. I told you I was more around cars than you knew...'

A bark of laughter leaves his throat as he turns his attention back on me with the most loving glimmer in his eyes. His gaze makes my cheeks flare up as he mumbles.

'So this was the reason you were barely at home lately?'

I nod, biting my lip. He pulls me in for another mindblowing kiss before gently setting me back down on my feet. Tilting his head as he whispers stroking my cheeks.

'I have no idea how to thank you for this...'

'Your reaction is good enough. She belongs with you, Matty... Drive, be happy, that's all I've ever wanted.'

I snivel as his emotions start to pour over onto me, and I gently comb my fingers through his hair. I love you so much... I breathe, trying to burn his affectionate gaze into my memory as he cradles me in his arms. Hugging me tightly and pressing another kiss on top of my head before letting go to take a better look at his car. I hold up the car keys between my fingers, smirking softly as I ask.

'I guess you want to do the honor?'

Suddenly feeling all giddy, he snatches the keys from my hands. First walking around the car, admiring the bodywork before he opens the driver's door. For a minute I just watch him with gentle eyes as he slips into his seat heaving a large sigh. A sense of peace washes over his face when he closes his eyes while he lets his hands slip over the steering wheel. Eventually, I sit down next to him in the passenger seat while explaining to him in a quiet tone.

'Everyone helped to get her out of the ravine the day after the accident. At first, we brought her over to Jake's, but when you finally came to you were so reluctant to even speak about the matter, or driving in general, that Rebekah and I decided to store her for you. We kept it a secret, knowing that there would come a day when you'd want to get behind the wheel again.'

'That's what you meant back in the dining hall in Ibiza?'

He breathes smiling, still holding his eyes closed. I nod, even though I know he can't see me as I continue.

'When we got back, I got her over to Jake's. It took quite some persuading before he agreed to take on the job without your knowledge. Quite frankly, he's still scared to death you're going to kill him when you see him tonight. Please thank him as soon as you see him so he's able to breathe again.'

I giggle. Matt chuckles as well, opening his eyes and looking over at me while I continue.

'He thought I was crazy for even trying to fix her. Even asking me if I didn't just want to buy another impala because it would be easier.'

Matt's face instantly contorts in a disgusted manner hearing me say that, making me laugh.

'I told him you'd never go for it. There's only one Louise, so it had to be her...'

He smirks, knowing that I'm probably one of the only people that truly understands his love for this car as I mumble.

'He was right on one account though... It was a lot more labor than I originally anticipated. For us to make the deadline he figured we needed some help and he called in Shelby and Ruby. The four of us have been working around the clock for a month so we could get it done in time, while Rebekah kept you occupied. All of us agreed she shouldn't come near your car to help out.'

He snorts amused. Understanding perfectly well why we wouldn't want her working on his car, and instead used her as a diversion while he looks around the back and whispers.

'She looks just like I remember...'

I look down, pleased to hear the nostalgic tone in his voice as I confess in embarrassment.

'I'm not going to lie... A part of me was scared to death when we were walking up the parking lot. Afraid that you might've rather restored her yourself...'

Anxiously looking back up at Matt when he doesn't respond to see him crying. Oh, no... I gulp, reaching over to him not knowing what's wrong as I ask.

'M-Matty?'

He grabs me, pulling me onto his lap as he buries his head in my neck. Breathing heavily as he tries to gather himself while I stroke his head and he asks with a broken voice.

'W-Where did you find it?'

I shake my head at a loss, ushering his head back up so I can look him in his eyes as I question while wiping away his tears with my fingertips.

'Found what?'

He glances over to the rosary hanging on the mirror, a new wave of tears flushing from his eyes as he's unable to form the words. Averting his gaze from me, his cheeks flush with shame that he's actually crying over it in my presence.

'T-The rosary?'

I ask, to confirm that's what he's hinting at. He nods, delving his head back into my chest as he tightly grabs me close to him while he croaks out in a cracked voice.

'Where did you find th-that?'

I grasp his jacket, clamping my arms around him trying to let him know it's alright. I kiss his head while hugging him close as I'm trying to help him calm down, not knowing what else to do since I've never seen him so emotional before. Not even the night we'd talked about the accident he'd been such a wreck. I lament, knowing he cried then as well although he didn't want me to know about it as I whisper softly.

'I found it next to your body after the crash... I've kept it with me the entire time, something told me to hold onto it until now... I'm so sorry for not giving it back earlier, Matty! I had no idea it meant so much to you!'

He shakes his head, still bawling into the crook of my neck making me tear up as well as he mumbles hoarsely.

'I-It's not that... God, I feel like such a dork right now! I just... It's a family heirloom, I thought I'd l-lost it forever...'

I draw him even closer to me, cradling his head with my hands as he continues to sob quietly. Shushing him as I whisper sweet nothings into his ear, gently stroking his back and showering his head with kisses until he eventually starts to calm down.

'...It's a pretty damn good heirloom.'

I snivel, unable to keep the humor out of my voice. The mocking tone persuades Matt to finally lift his head so he can look at me. A soft smile on my lips as I gently wipe away the salty streaks on his cheeks while I confess to him.

'I used it to pray for you after the accident. God, I prayed to every soul I could think of to save your life and bring you back to me...'

I blurt out, showering his face with sweet kisses. Making him chuckle softly as he asks beyond belief.

'You ...prayed?'

I pout my lips, not able to contain a chuckle as I tell him honestly.

'Matty, I would've made a deal with the fucking devil if it meant it would've saved your life...'

He snorts amused, his breathing still hitched as his gruff fingers gently wipe my cheeks as well.

'Thank you, beautiful. You have no idea what it means to hear you say that...'

He breathes, kissing the corners of my eyes one by one.

'Look what I did... Now I've made a mess out of that pretty face of yours.'

He utters, trying to get rid of some of the run-out mascara. His words make me shake my head as I drag my hands through his messy hair, kissing his eyelids the same way he had done to me just now before I whisper.

'No, I should be apologizing. I'm the one that made the handsome birthday boy cry...'

He smiles sideways, dragging one of my hands from his hair. Kissing each finger as he keeps his gaze on me and whispers.

'There's a difference between crying from sadness and joy, beautiful. I'm fine, really. I just got a bit overwhelmed...'

'Good. 'Cause you really had me scared there for a second.'

I murmur, cupping his face with my other hand. Softly tracking the lines of his jaw and cheekbone with my fingers, enjoying the tingling feeling of his stubble as I study his features while I'm still straddled on his lap. Even though his eyes are a bit puffy and red I'm completely captivated by them. You're still the most attractive man I've ever set my eyes upon. I swoon with a sigh, debating if I should tell him now instead of later tonight.

But the fact that he had just been so emotional holds me back from doing so and instead I lay a sweet kiss on top of his lips. He eagerly returns it, one of his arms clasped around my hips as he tilts my head with the other, ushering me to open my mouth. A moan escapes from them as soon as he enters, one taste of him enough to set my entire body on fire. I love you so fucking much! I swear, tugging on his hair. Earning a satisfied groan to leave his lips as his tongue battles with mine. After a few more seconds of teasing him, I easily surrender. Ravenous he explores me more deeply, both of us desperate to show one another how much this means without having to use any words.

I whimper slightly when he finally draws back, not wanting him to stop. Although afraid I might pass out if he doesn't. We both draw in big gulps of air as he grins, still holding his lips incredibly close to mine while he breathes huskily.

'I've always wanted to kiss you in my car...'

My cheeks burn furiously at his statement and I try to avert my eyes from him, mumbling shyly.

'Guess you can cross that one off your bucket list now.'

He smirks again, beaming with satisfaction as he leans his head back against the chair. His chest still rises and falls at a rapid paste as he slaps my ass and murmurs coyly.

'As sexy as this is... And fuck, it's so damn sexy! We can't stay in the parking lot forever, and I can't fire this baby up with you straddled on my hips.'

I chuckle, satisfied with the fact that he has a hard time choosing between kissing me and the actual love of his life. That's a pretty honorable place to be in... I grin, plucking on my bottom lip. Also understanding his eagerness to hear her roar like no other, I shuffle a bit in place so I can get off him. But not before dragging my hands over his chest once more. It's just too tempting! I cuss possessively grasping his face between my hands as I kiss him one more time, delving my tongue into his mouth. Because this was on my bucket list too, you know... I moan. A growl escapes his mouth as my teeth pull on his lip. And I'm pretty damn sure I want to repeat it at least a hundred times over before I finally cross it off... I smirk, playfully sliding my tongue over the spot I bit before drawing back and sliding into the passenger seat. Since the entire front is made out of one piece I don't have to move much, slipping beside him while still dangling my legs over his. He groans breathlessly tearing his eyes off me as he tries to concentrate on starting the car, a grin still tugging on his lips as he swears softly.

'Jesus fuck, woman. How am I able to focus like this?!'

I grin, his sexual frustration entertaining me all the more as my fingers play with the rim of his jacket. He instantly closes his eyes when he fires her up, bathing in the sound as the engine starts to rumble. One could almost see the tranquillity ripple off him in small waves as he let out a soft sigh before opening his eyes back up. Giving me a cocky smile that reaches up all the way to his eyes and ears before he puts his foot on the throttle. I can't do anything else than watch him in awe, I myself smiling as well when he pulls out of the parking lot.

'So, baby. Where are you swapping me off to?'

I whisper teasingly against his ear, making another grunt leave his lips as he keeps his eyes trained on the road and mutters.

'If you keep teasing me with that pretty mouth of yours, I'll end up dragging you back to my room instead of celebrating tonight.'

'You'll disappoint a lot of people if you do that.'

I giggle, trailing my hand over his leg. Not that I'd be amongst them. I can't help but grin as I see him clenching his jaw in discomfort, trying to keep his shit together while he murmurs.

'At this point, I don't even care if the Queen of England would be there.'

'Oh really?'

I ask innocently, clicking my tongue before dragging it past the shell of his ear.

'Lex!'

He warns, his eyes quickly flashing over to me before turning back to the road as he groans through gritted teeth.

'Knock~ it~ off.'

I stifle my laughter, pulling back a bit although still keeping too close for comfort as I huff.

'Buzzkill.'

He shakes his head, almost looking as if he's in pain. The mocking tone in his voice evident as he grumbles.

'Dios mio, I unleashed a monster...'

'Didn't mind kissing that monster a few minutes ago.'

I joke, cuddling up against him now that he has one arm free. He snatches a glimpse of me, still a little anxious to let his eyes wander from the road as he smirks.

'You're one bloody sexy monster...'

I giggle in return as he squeezes my thigh before I peer out of the window. Wondering where he's headed, I ask curiously.

'Since we still have a few hours to kill before the party starts. Where did you want to go?'

'Well, I promised my mom to drop by so I was thinking of heading home. But first I wanna go somewhere else...'

'W-Wait what?!'

I squeal, not even bothering to ask about the other thing he has in mind. Just freaking out about the fact that he's talking about bringing me home to meet his parents. He chuckles in entertainment, rubbing his hand over my bare legs in an effort to calm me down as he says.

'Don't worry about it. Besides, Rosa will be stoked to see you...'

'I can't go looking like ...like this!'

I yelp, gesturing down to my party outfit and messed-up make-up. But my uneasiness only seems to humor him all the more as he laughs.

'What are you talking about? You're a vision in black...'

My cheeks burn with shame as I prop myself up so I can look at my reflection in the mirror, hastily trying to fix my run-out mascara. This is a goddamn nightmare! I groan, clearing most of the smudges when my attention gets drawn to the road again. He isn't... I blink, looking back over to Matt. His expression suddenly a bit more stoic as he starts heading up the mountain road.

'Matt... You don't have to...'

I whisper softly, settling back down next to him so I can grasp his hand. He lets out a soft sigh, shaking his head as he murmurs in a low voice.

'I want to.'

I give him a stern nod, pulling his hand up to me so I can kiss it as I tell him my voice barely a whisper.

'I'm here for you ...always.'

He smiles gently, not averting his eyes as he drags my hand to his mouth. Kissing it the same way before placing it back down on his lap while he gets both of his hands on the steering wheel. This time I do nothing to draw away his attention, too scared it will freak him out knowing that he hasn't been back here in ages. Especially by car! His complete demeanor is on edge when he parks by the side of the road, his eyes trained on the metal rail to his side which was once bent and broken. A normal person passing by probably wouldn't have noticed, but you could still see the places where replacements and repairs had been done. He heaves a shaky breath, the frown on his face telling me that he's playing the entire accident over in his head. His muscles are still as stiff as a board when I place my palm gently on his jaw, forcing him to look back at me as I ask concerned.

'Are you okay?'

His muscles instantly relax a bit under my touch as he smiles back at me, once again pulling me back on his lap as he mumbles lovingly.

'Yes, beautiful... Now I'm here with you, I think I am.'