Go listen to 'I want it that way' by the Backstreet Boys one last time for this chapter 😊

And I got to put a warning because this little gift wouldn't be a real gift without some steaminess 😉

"Can I take off my blindfold now?" My whiny voice adds to the Backstreet Boys' chorus playing on the radio when I sense the car slowing down.

"Not yet," Alex whispers right by my left ear, teasing my skin with his hot breath.

"I'm starting to think you're enjoying this a little too much..." I start playful but finish in a breathless murmur as he lightly and languorously kisses the soft skin under my ear.

With just a few brushes of his lips, he can create a fire of desire in my core, and my covered eyes are working in his favor, and not helping me, by heightening all my other senses. My nose is invaded by his sweet and spicy cologne. My ears discern some lines of 'I want it that way': 'You are my fire... The one desire' – funny how accurate it is; I could laugh, if I wasn't melting in lava in Alex's hands, or more exactly under his lips – but I mainly perceive Alex's breathing so close. My mouth is watering; his taste is always haunting my lips. And lastly, my skin is on fire and hyper-aware, goosebumps raising from the lightest touch from Alex.

"I am."

I don't need my eyesight to know the well-known devilish smirk playing on his kissable lips.

He bites my earlobe. "Let's go!"

I widen my covered eyes when he retreats teasingly just like that. All my senses searching for him, I hear his door open, then mine, and his hands pull me out swiftly.

He leads me carefully, his arms around my waist, and I trust him completely.

Yet my heart is thudding loudly, and excitation and curiosity are bubbling in my stomach. I try to recall in my memory and work my senses to guess where we can be. I hear the gravel rustling under our feet and the quiet nature in the night.

It could be anywhere. Alex is always surprising and amazing me when he takes me on dates, and actually, he leaves me in awe every day. Besides, this 'little road trip', as Alex likes to call it – though I would call it more a magical weekend – has been wonderful and perfect. We've driven a few hours to arrive at a cozy little hotel by the ocean where we've stayed the past two nights. It's not that we've done anything extraordinary. We have just wandered around the small town, eaten a lot of delicious food, cuddled a lot, and also spent a lot of time in our hotel room... Though we aren't only 'two horny lovebirds' – as Josh would call us – we've also gone to an arcade, remembering our second date. To sum up, it's been just Alex and me, and it's been magical to have some time just for us.

Now, here we are, already the last night of our 'little road trip', after having driven a few more hours to god – and Alex – knows where. But I know this will be perfect, like everything when I'm with Alex, and even after, everything will be magical as long as we're together.

 "You ready?" Alex's excited whisper pulls me out of my lovestruck daydream.

I nod eagerly in response. His chin is resting on my shoulder and his strong figure is warming my back.

He waits a few more seconds, and I know he is purposely tickling my excitation and testing my patience, before he finally removes my blindfold.

"Happy anniversary, my Miss Clumsy," he murmurs.

I flutter my eyes open, adjusting them to the light, though it's a faint lighting of an outside lamp in the night. We're in front of a big white building with pretty much nothing around, except for fields and a gravel pathway leading to an empty parking lot with only Alex's mustang parked there.

I manage to decipher the letters above the glass front door, reading them out loud, "Observatory of Cygnus." My heart skips a beat and an excited squeal leaves my lips. "Like our first date?!"

I haven't recognized it immediately because last time we've been here, we've used a back door to get in.

Alex nods, his tenebrous eyes shining at me like that night exactly one year ago.

He opens the door for me, bowing as his sparkling eyes travel down my silhouette. "After you."

"No hacking and breaking in this time?" I lift up an eyebrow, looking surprised at the open door.

"No." He smiles. "One of my professors knows the responsible, so I got everything settled for tonight."

"So no police getaway? I'm disappointed." I pout playfully, but the proud glint in my eyes tells him the opposite.

I'm so proud and happy that he doesn't break the law anymore. He is still a bad boy. There in the dimness of the night, I can clearly recognize the baddest bad boy who has brought me here illicitly one year ago, with his dark jeans, dark shirt, and his legendary leather jacket. Yet there is also something more grown-up, more mature emanating from him, and his light one-day stubble is probably adding to it – and it's making me even more tingly. He still has this dark aura of danger, and he will always have this badass mind. I would never want him to change who he is, but I'm relieved that he doesn't put his life and future at stake anymore.

"If you really miss it, we can still arrange that!" He smirks with mischief, exactly the badass mind I've been talking about.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'd rather spend a peaceful night with you." I smile, finding back his strong arms.

"Me too. And I'm only interested in handcuffs if you're the one cuffing me."

The dark sparkle in his eyes lights my cheeks on fire, his teasing tone and famous smirk always able to bring these reactions out of me. Though my cheeks aren't the only part of my body burning with his devious offer.

I bite the tempted smile tickling my lips and instead say, "Let's go!"

"Anything you want, Miss Badass!" I can hear his grin through his raspy voice as he follows me inside.

45 minutes later and I feel like we've traveled back one year ago. It feels like a lifetime ago with everything that has happened since then, yet it's also like it's been yesterday.

The same soft lighting of the candles is shining in the room. We've eaten the same delicious little picnic, plus some cookies I've cooked the other day specially for Alex, and some chocolates he's made following carefully my recipe. I'm also wearing the same navy sweater dress as one year ago; Alex has packed it especially in my bag because 'it still got him haunted and this time he wants to take it off', in his words. Finally, my heart is beating as loud, though the nervousness and shyness have given way to excitement and love.

"We still can't see anything." Alex sighs, turning away from the telescope.

This is the only thing different this time: the sky is clouded and we can't see the stars, which is bothering Alex.

"It's not important." I get up, grabbing his hand. "Everything was already perfect." I lead him back down to sit on our cover. "I don't need the starry sky. You already illuminate my life every day." I lean closer, looking in his tenebrous eyes where I can see a whole galaxy shining just for me.

A smile slowly stretches his tempting lips, and I pull away before I get too distracted.

"By the way... I also have a little gift for you..."

"Really?!" His dark eyes light up even more as I rummage through my bag.

Luckily, I have taken it with me, in my bag, the other day, to be sure Alex wouldn't find it in our apartment.

I've waited for the perfect moment to offer it to him. I could have given him earlier in the weekend, but I can easily get distracted with his eyes, his lips, or his hands.

"Besides the cookies?! You didn't have to," he adds.

I finally find the little box and look down nervously at it. "It's not a lot, but–"

"It will be perfect," he quotes my words from earlier, taking the gift from my hand.

He opens it eagerly, his curious eyes examining it. "Two necklaces?" His gaze attentively flicks back to me. "Flames?" He smiles, referring to the flames pendants of the two chains.

"Yes, one for you and one for me," I explain, suddenly as nervous as I've been on our first date. "They're engraved with our initials." I bite my lip. "Because you are my fire," I finally whisper.

"And I'm burning for you," he finishes, his wide smile tickling my own lips before he kisses me fully and passionately.

The fire is spreading from his lips to burn me until my core. His lips are slow, yet very intent to thank me in a delicious way, and when we pull apart, we're both out of breath.

"Can you hook it for me?" he asks, his hands leaving my neck to lift the necklace between us.

I nod, still unable to talk.

My clumsy fingers grab the chain, working shakily to clasp it. The trail of goosebumps forming on the tender skin of his neck makes me shiver. I miraculously manage to fasten the clasp, and I let my fingers wander around the chain, hearing Alex's uneven breathing. I still can't believe I have that much effect on the baddest bad boy; I still can't believe he is mine. I feather-likely place a kiss on the nape of his neck, almost leaving my heart with it.

He turns around, imitating my gestures and sliding the necklace around my bare neck, after having put my hair delicately to the side. The movements of his fingers are slow, and all my nerve-endings are coinciding toward them and their light touch on my neck.

We don't say anything. The only sound is our shallow breaths, making this moment so special and intense, like the first cracklings of a fire.

He turns me to him once the necklace is secured.

"This is definitely perfect." His fingers trace the outline of the pendant, and even through the fabric of my sweater, I can feel the warm tingles on my skin. "I'm gonna wear it all the time." He looks down at his other hand grasping the pendant around his neck. "I love it," he whispers, leaning closer. "I love you." His fingers gently follow the line of the chain and then slide up my neck.

They ghost over the line of my jaw, and I suck in a breath. In this instant, I can feel the attraction sharpens between us. In his tenebrous eyes, I see the usual clouds, yet also so much more: everything we have been, everything we are, and everything we will be. Through our silent gazes, we acknowledge everything we have been through in one year, everything that has led us right here, right now, but also getting lost in the moment. My heart is thumping so loud against my ribcage.

Alex leans down, kissing my scar delicately yet intensely, and my heart almost breaks out of my chest. I try to breathe, but my breathing is just a shallow mess, and I'm even afraid to break the silence of this precious moment with a deep breath.

"I love you too," I breathe out when his lips finally reach my mouth.

I breathe in his lips, his mouth, all of him, as his mouth melts on mine. I immediately let him in, and our tongues create the first sparkles of a wild fire. He pulls me even closer and his bold hands waste no time, sliding under my dress. As his fingers wander the bare skin of my stomach, I can feel the same butterflies as one year ago fueling a fire in my core, except that this time, I know very well these sensations and where they lead us. I run my fingers in his soft curls, my body arching into him to be even closer.

I softly abandon his lips to drag them along his sharp jaw, the light stubble tickling my swollen lips. I kiss my way down his neck, his Adam's apple shifting in his throat. I can feel his heart thudding against my lips, echoing the wild pace of my own. He tugs roughly at the hem of my sweater dress, groaning under my kisses.

"I've been dreaming to strip you of this dress for one year..." he rasps breathlessly against my ear.

"We can't do this here..." I pull away with hardly any conviction in my voice.

"You wanna bet?" He lifts up an eyebrow. The sparkle of challenge and assurance in his dark eyes pools heat between my legs.

"But..." I'm left speechless, knowing I can't resist the bad boy in front of me who's got my heart.

I bite my lip, the thrill running along my spine.

"We have the place for the night... I promised you that you would see stars, and I'm a man of his words." He leans in, pulling my lower lip between his teeth.

I give up my resolve in a breathless moan, and he just holds my dazed gaze, still nipping teasingly my bottom lip as his hands scrunch up the bottom of my dress.

We're both on our knees, facing each other in silence, so close, before I lift my arms and he almost rips off my dress. I shiver as the cold flame pendant falls on my burning bare skin and Alex's hungry gaze makes the blood rushing in my veins boil.

I don't even have time to process everything that in a blink, I'm laying on my back on the soft cover spread on the floor.

The only thing I can see is Alex's ravenous gaze raking my body as he prowls over me. The dark shades in his eyes are a mix of hunger and adoration as if he was seeing me for the first time. Though when his hands grasp me, he knows by heart the places that drive me crazy. I squirm helplessly, the throbbing in my core almost unbearable as he gropes my butt and swoops his lips near my necklace. He focuses his kisses around the flame pendant, looking at me from under his lashes with a pleased, devious look, which tells me that he is very aware of the fire he is creating inside my core. His large hands aren't leaving my butt, kneading mercilessly and creating sparks until my pulsating center to the point that I can't hold back the sinful moans escaping my lips. Once he is satisfied with my labored breaths and non-stop moans, he kisses his way down, hungrily tickling the marks he's claimed in the previous days.

My legs are blazing hot when he finally gets to the hem of my tights, so I'm more than relieved that he slides them off in one quick motion. I don't even mind that he has already taken off my underwear.

Though the temperature turns even hotter with his dangerous gaze between my legs as he lifts up my knees and positions himself between them.

"Ready to see some stars?" He smirks cockily, though we both know his confidence is rightful.

I gasp in reply because of his smug question, yet mainly because of his lips diving on my burning center. He teasingly takes long licks between my folds, watching me bite hard on my lower lip.

His lips find my clit, and my hands find his wild curls when he sucks eagerly on my sensitive nerves. I arch into him, needing him even closer.

He groans in return, the raw sound echoing directly against my heat, and I can feel the vibration wrapping around the tight ball in my lower stomach.

His hands sneakily skim my inner thighs until he abruptly slides two fingers into my slick entrance. Sparks instantly ignite all over my thighs, and I can feel the blissful flames starting to consume me.

He can sense it too as he rasps, pulling slightly away to watch me arching even more, "Do you see the stars?" His fingers are curling over that special place, stressing his question.

"Yes... yes... I-I can feel them..." I moan in a mix of a cry and a hazy, breathless laugh.

He echoes me with a raw chuckle and dives back down, sucking and kissing my wetness. I feel all the stars light up in every part of my body, and he keeps his restless actions until I'm riding out my orgasm.

I'm impossibly out of breath as the last stars slowly fade away from my skin, yet the euphoria remains like a sunrise.

Though all the little stars immediately reappear with the darkness of desire when he languidly licks his plump, reddened lips and takes off his shirt. I find the strength to lift up on my wobbly knees; my lust and love for Alex always bring up incredible resources in me.

I let my hands wander his strong chest; his stomach twitching as I trace the lines leading in his jeans. I undo his belt, my fingers still struggling clumsily no matter how many hours of practice I get.

His warm hands cup my face softly, and when I finally get rid of his jeans and boxers – in several motions, contrary to him – he pulls me in a kiss before I can even admire my glorious effects on him. Despite our messy breaths and obvious ravenous lust, the kiss is extremely tender, our lips brushing ever so lightly, yet it arises my hunger for Alex more than anything before.

"Where are the condoms?" I whisper on his lips the moment we pull apart.

A sparkle lights up in his dark eyes, and for a second, in the silence, I know we both are reminiscing the same thing: our first encounter, and how far we've come. If someone had told me that embarrassing day where I've wanted the floor to swallow me that I would be asking this question to the guy I've been straddling that day... Life can be so surprising... Though I don't have time to reflect on this now because Alex kicks off his jeans and boxers, and he grabs a red square package from a bag.

I giggle and take the packet from his hands. I leave a kiss right above his pendant, where his chest is lifting heavily, and I trail my lips lower, making his smug smirk disappear in a blissful frown. I place one last kiss on the base of his erection, earning a low grunt from him, and then I open the condom. I feather-likely brush my index and middle fingers along his hard member, and I bite my lip, all my senses focused on the velvety hardness under my fingers pads. I slowly roll out the condom, his erection pulsing impatiently at my delicate actions. I've become quite good at putting a condom on and I do it in almost no time; another thing I've would have never imagined the day of my stunt at the condoms' section. Though I still feel my cheeks burning every time I see one, a condom I mean.

When I look up, there is a wide grin playing on his lips.

"What?" I ask, already in awe of the stars sparkling in his eyes.

He doesn't answer, only shaking his head and lying me back down with the same dazzling smile.

He is hovering over me, so close, and goosebumps form on every inch of my skin grazed by his.

"How did I get so lucky?"

I furrow my eyebrows, too dazed by the pull attracting me towards his body to understand what he means.

"To have the hottest, most amazing girl ever fall on me at the condoms' section." He chuckles, and my heart almost pounces out of my chest from how hard it is thumping.

How did I get so lucky? I wonder, getting lost in the shining constellations of his dark eyes. It has been my biggest stroke of luck, even if at the time I've considered it as another misfortune.

"It was fate... or the Law of Attraction." I smile, pulling him closer for another kiss, which I will never get tired of.

"My Miss Clumsy Cookie," he murmurs happily on my lips.

He moves slightly against me, and I can feel he needs me as much as I do, the attraction drawing me towards Alex pulling and pressuring on every organ, from my aching center to my smitten heart.

"I love you, my Mr. Puppy Bad Boy."

He pushes himself inside me on my words, and we both gasp at the pressure releasing and building.

"I love you too."

I don't know what is throbbing harder: my core or my heart, at the sincerity of his words and in his eyes – even though he's already told me them a million times – but I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him to move before I explode from love and lust.

He complies readily, setting a steady rhythm of fast thrusts. Yet I can still feel his muscles tense under my hands as he is holding back. So I move my hips in sync with his, and I let my lips find that sweet spot near his jugular that I know drives him wild.

His throaty grunt lets me know it's working, as well as his deep thrusts taking my breath away.

I feel the stars coming back again, in even greater numbers, and gathering in my core.

"Elena." he nips on my lips. "Look at me, baby," he breathes out.

I open my eyes, which I haven't even realized have been closed, and this makes him pushes his hips deeper and harder. Every thrust rounding up more stars in my lower core and forming a supernova bigger than I can even comprehend.

One of his hands slides to my left breast, roughly massaging and sparking the supernova closer to the explosion.

"Alex..." I sense this big-bang bliss about to blow me away, but I also feel his member throbbing inside me, and I want him to come with me.

So holding back as much as I can – which is literally like trying to stop a comet – I sough in his ear, "I want you to see stars too." And I bite down on his earlobe.

His thrusts become shuddery, and I let the big-bang takes over as he fills me. The last thing I see are our intertwined pendants between our heaving chests before I close my eyes.

The supernova explodes in my core, sparks expanding and bursting in all my members. I swear I see stars, blinding lights shining before my eyes, and I can hear a mix of my name tumbling out of Alex's lips again and again and his name that I keep moaning. We're both trembling, riding out this out-of-this-world bliss until we collapse back to earth.

I keep my eyes closed, not even having the strength to move my lids, and I just enjoy the feeling of Alex's presence above me.

When he finally slips out of me, the emptiness and pull drawing me towards him make me re-open my eyes. The sky is still cloudy above us, but I only see more stars as he's looking down at me, now beside me, and peppering light kisses on my jaw.

"That's definitely the Law of Attraction." He chuckles tiredly, pulling me even closer in his arms.

Every inch of our sweaty skins is touching, and our spent members are intertwined, yet we're never close enough. I find back his lips in a soft and tender kiss.

"Happy anniversary!" He smiles proudly on my lips.

I giggle, still high from this big-bang of stars he's just made me see and feel, or maybe just high from love. I don't know how many times he's repeated me this during the weekend; these words seem to really delight him, and every time, my heart soars with love in front of his enthusiastic, heart-melting grin. I don't think I will ever get tired of it. I want to hear so many more.

"Happy anniversary, Alex!"

I hope you liked this little birthday surprise! 😊

 Some of you asked me for a sequel, maybe one day... But right now I want to focus on my new story LOVE BUG – which you can go check out because it's totally romance too, just a little bit more mature and forbidden.

Anyway, thank you for your support ❤  And I gotta admit that I really enjoyed re-writing for LAW OF ATTRACTION. It felt so good and it brought me some nice nostalgic feels, like wearing an old denim jacket 😉 After all that's how it all started, it was my first! 😁❤