⚠️This story is rated mature, so there will be mature scenes in this chapter⚠️

Song: "Crush" by Avril Lavigne

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Heather watched the first snowfall. She was sitting on the couch in Alejandro's living room with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. Slow music played from Alejandro's iPhone through a Bluetooth device. She took a tiny sip of her drink, letting it barely touch her tongue to make sure it wasn't too hot.

Alejandro sat next to her with his mug. "Wow, eso es hermoso."

"Hm?"

"It is beautiful. The snow. It's funny how you forget what winter looks like when it's warm outside. We adjust so quickly."

"Yeah, it's beautiful until you step outside and realize how fucking cold it is."

"That is why coats were invented, chica." Alejandro chuckled.

"Can't I just complain?" She whined.

"Yeah, but it will not help anything." He smirked at her, amused.

Heather turned towards him. "It would help me!"

"I'd be perfectly fine with hearing you complain, señorita. Do whatever you feel is best."

"It says it's above freezing, but it feels like it's below freezing. I got the mail for you this morning, and the wind was fucking awful! It stung every part of my face!"

"That must have been aggravating," said Alejandro.

"It was! And the stupid mailbox was covered in snow, so I had to use my hands to remove it! I swear to you, I nearly got frostbite!" Heather said.

"You don't have to check the mail for me, Heather."

"Well—I kind of—sort of felt guilty for living here for two weeks without doing anything to help out," she replied, putting her mug down on the coffee table.

"Awe, you felt bad? How sweet."

"Shut up about it."

Alejandro laughed, staring at her with adoration. "You are so funny when you're mad."

Heather groaned. "That's not what I'm going for."

"I know. You're trying to be intimidating. But that does not work on me."

Heather rolled her eyes, blushing. She twisted the ends of the brown blanket covering her. Heather knew she was safe at Alejandro's house, but she found it torturous. There were days where she'd see him shirtless through the crack of his bedroom door. She would pretend that she never saw it, but the image burned in her mind like a passionate fire. She thought back to the time when they almost kissed and the feeling she got when he touched her face. She never knew she could feel something that intensely.

Alejandro was lost in thought as he finished his hot chocolate. He had his "slow song" playlist on, and he couldn't help but think of waltzing. He glanced at the person sitting next to him. Her gorgeous raven locks ran over her shoulders to her lower back. Her grey eyes gazed around the room with serenity. This is so perfect. It's snowing outside, and all is calm. Should I ask her to dance? What if she says no? That would be so awkward and disappointing. I would embarrass myself! He almost didn't do it, but his feelings for her overtook his fears. He stood up, clearing his throat. "Heather, would you like to dance with me?"

Heather was speechless. Her plump lips parted. "Dance?" Her cheeks flushed rosy red. That color looks magnificent against her pale skin, Alejandro thought.

"Sí." He offered her his hand.

She smiled, lifting the blanket off of herself. "Yeah, sure."

His heart sped up. He eagerly stepped closer to her. "Do you know how to waltz?"

"Duh." Heather slid her hand in his, feigning confidence. She knew how to waltz, but she was nervous about waltzing with Alejandro. Our faces will be so close.

Alejandro felt goosebumps disperse across his skin. Her hand is so soft and warm. He sucked in a breath as he wreathed his arm around her waist. His left hand held her right one securely. Heather rested her left hand on his right shoulder. A new song began.

You make me lose control
Your fingers on my bones
I'm slippin' through the floor
So baby, don't crush me

Alejandro made the first step forward with his left foot. Heather took a step back in rhythm with him.

'Cause there's no exit here
Nowhere to disappear
There's not a single tear
So baby, don't crush me

They continued stepping forward and back, both getting used to how the other moved.

It's just the way you are
The way that you walk
The way that you talk
The way that you read me, baby
And honey
Don't hide that look in your eyes
Darlin', it drives me crazy
Don't crush, don't crush me
No, say you'll remain

Alejandro turned his body slightly to the left, and Heather followed.

I'll let you take the wheel
My heart is yours to steal
I know this is real, so baby, don't crush me

Before they knew it, they were waltzing in slow circles. The room seemed to spin with them.

The pedal's to the floor
And now we're heading north
I've been down this road before
So baby, don't crush me

Heather felt lightheaded as they glided across the dark-wooded floor. It almost felt like a dream.

It's just the way you are
The way that you walk
The way that you talk
The way that you, you read me, baby
And honey, don't hide that look in your eyes
Darlin', it, it drives me crazy
Don't crush (Don't crush)
Don't crush me, no (Don't crush me, no)
Say you'll remain my love

Alejandro shuffled his feet more assertively, his confidence growing with every step.

And now that I finally found ya
(I just can't live without ya)
You're making me so all about ya
(I just can't live without ya)
I don't know what I gotta do if I ain't got you

Heather stared into his eyes intensely. They pierced right through her. She recalled the day they were riding in his car. She caught his eyes when he wasn't looking at the road. She remembered how his emerald orbs looked through strands of her wind-blown hair.

Because it's just the way you are
The way that you walk
The way that you talk
The way that you, you read me, baby
And honey, don't hide that look in your eyes
Darlin', it, it drives me crazy
Say you'll remain my love
Don't let my heart break and crush

Alejandro had never seen a woman look at him the way Heather did. Her gaze was very fervent and alluring. It was intimidating yet irresistible.

Don't crush (The way that you walk)
Don't crush me (The way that you talk)
No (The way that you, you read me baby)
'Cause I've crushed
(And honey, don't hide that look in your eyes)
I've crushed, oh (Darlin' it, it drives me crazy)

He let go of her waist and brought his hand up to her burning cheek. He used his fingers to ever-so-lightly caress the side of her face. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Don't crush, 'cause I've crushed
Ooh, ooh, ah

Heather rested her forehead against his, her breath heavy. She slowly leaned in. Alejandro followed her lead, closing his eyes. She very hesitatingly put her lips on his. His hand moved to the back of her neck as he kissed her back.

Heather couldn't get enough. She deepened the kiss, lacing her fingers in his dark brown hair. Alejandro gently took her bottom lip between his lips and sucked on it. She sensually massaged the back of his head. The feel of her fingers in his hair made him groan with pleasure. He slid his hand down to her waist and pulled her closer.

She licked his top lip. He responded by gliding his tongue across the bottom of her tongue. Heather moaned softly and kissed him faster. Alejandro ran his hands up and down her back. She pulled out for a moment, catching her breath. They gazed into each other's eyes before going in for more.

"Do you want to go to the couch?" Alejandro panted between kisses. Heather was beet red. She nodded, holding onto his shoulders. Alejandro took her hand as they walked a few feet and sat on the couch. He leaned in, completely in a daze, and started making out with her again. Her kiss was so intoxicating. The longer they kissed, the more weightless he felt.

Heather laid down, pulling him with her. Alejandro got on top of her, holding himself up with his knees. He trailed kisses from her jawline to her neck. Heather tensed when she felt his lips there. Alejandro felt it in her shoulder and stopped. "Are you comfortable, señorita?"

"Um—yeah. It's fine."

"You don't sound sure. If you don't like this, I will stop right here."

"No, I like it. I'm just—I'm a little nervous." Heather took a deep breath. She was enjoying kissing him until she thought of Chandler biting her neck. She was afraid that Alejandro would do the same thing, although she was pretty sure he wouldn't do that without her consent. It felt like an instinctive fear.

"If you are not ready, this doesn't have to go any further," Alejandro said.

"No, it's fine. I want to!" She smiled, lovestruck. "Can you just be gentle?"

"Of course. Whatever you are most comfortable with."

Heather blushed for what felt like the one-hundredth time. This almost felt like her first time because she was just as anxious. He's gonna be so good at this, and I am going to suck. Alejandro kissed her lips. He slid his grey henley over his head. Heather couldn't stop looking at his flawlessly sculpted muscles.

"You can touch all you want," Alejandro smirked. Heather placed her hand on his chest and started tracing circles on his skin with her index finger. He shuddered, already weak from her touch. This is so much better than my shower fantasies! He was almost too excited to think straight.

Heather unbuttoned her yellow sweater and slinked out of her sweatpants. Will he find me attractive? She thought. She knew the scars she had were invisible to him, but she sometimes thought they were written all over her. Slut. Whore. Damaged. Raped.

Alejandro marveled at her red bra. She is more beautiful than I imagined. "Wow—eres impresionante," he breathed. "You are breathtaking, like an angel sent from Heaven." Heather's face flushed crimson. No guy had ever talked to her like that before—not even Chandler. "May I touch and kiss those lovely gifts you have wrapped in there?" 

Heather giggled. "Yes, you can."

Alejandro began to caress her breasts through the lacy fabric. Heather panted, looking him in the eyes. "I love those eyes," Alejandro said. She pulled him into another passionate kiss. He slid his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. He tossed it aside as he lowered his head. Alejandro swirled his tongue around her nipples, taking his time to memorize the feel of them.

Heather watched him in ardor, her lips slightly parting. She laid her head back on the couch pillow, taking deep, trembling breaths. "Are you liking this, señorita?" Alejandro asked.

"Mhm." Her voice came out high-pitched.

"Your breasts are so perfect. Muy bonita," he murmured against her chest. He kept his hands on her boobs while he ventured down her stomach. Alejandro kissed her sides, her hips—everywhere around her midsection as if every inch of her was sacred. When he got to the top of her panties, he paused. "May I indulge in your sweet, heavenly center?"

"Why do you talk like that?" Heather asked with an airy laugh.

"There is no simple way to describe this moment or the emotions I am feeling right now." Alejandro trailed his hand across her left leg. Heather's heart skipped a beat. Her blood rushed to so many places in her body. It almost made her feel sick, but a good kind of sick. What emotions does he feel? Is he feeling the same ones as I am?

"I'm—I'm feeling something too. I don't know how to put it into words," said Heather.

Alejandro looked at her with warmth and patience in his eyes. "That's ok. Our feelings can be shown through what we are doing on this couch. I think that's the best way to express them for now."

"Yeah," she agreed. "And Alejandro?"

"Yes, hermosa?"

"You don't need to ask anymore. You can touch and kiss me wherever you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Alejandro pulled down her panties. He gasped at the sight of her womanhood. "You are absolutely stunning. I will try to please you to the best of my ability. Just tell me what you like."

"Can you go in circles? Up and down works too," Heather told him.

"Of course." He placed light kisses on her clit before licking it in slow circles.

"Ohhh, that feels so good," Heather moaned.

Alejandro kept going, gradually licking faster and switching it up between circles and an up and down motion.

Heather's breaths became more frantic as pleasure bubbled up in the pit of her stomach. She started grinding against his mouth. "Oh my god—don't stop!" She whimpered. He complied. She climaxed with a loud cry. Her legs shook as she came down from the high.

"How was it?" Alejandro asked sweetly, rubbing her thighs.

"That felt amazing," Heather replied weakly.

He smiled, genuinely happy seeing her glow like this. "I'm glad I could make you feel good. Would you like to go all the way?"

"Yes!" She answered almost immediately.

Alejandro slid his jeans down, never taking his eyes off of her. This felt a million times more special to him than any other sexual experience. For once, he was afraid he would mess up. He played with a strand of her hair. "Let me know if I'm going too hard or fast."

"Ok." Heather nodded. She saw his manhood and blushed. I want him even more. I didn't think that was possible. Her desire for him was off the rails. I can trust him to stop if I say stop. I can. Right?

Alejandro kissed her affectionately, slowly pulling out. Heather wrapped her legs around his torso. She swallowed apprehensively. He saw the uncertainty on her face. "Heather, we don't have to do this if you do not want to."

She stroked his face. "I want this. I want you. Can you just go super slow?"

"You said you wanted it gentle. That is what I was planning, señorita." He gave her a sweet smile, pulling her bottom lip down with his thumb.

"I know." Heather held onto his wrist. "I was just making sure."

"I am listening to every word you say," Alejandro reassured her. "Before I penetrate you, I want to make sure you are completely comfortable."

"I am, Alejandro." Don't mess this up.

"Ok, lovely," he whispered. He held her hand and intimately rested his forehead against hers. He carefully entered her. "You feel so perfect," Alejandro groaned huskily.

Heather gasped at the feeling of him inside her. She moaned every time he slid in and out. "Y-you can go faster," she told him, her body relaxing.

"You sure?" He panted.

"Mhm!" She replied desperately.

Alejandro sped up, gazing at her lustfully. Heather's mouth flew open. She whimpered loudly. "Oh my God—oh my God!"

"Does this feel good?" He moaned.

"Mmm, yes!" She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure. He took two fingers and rubbed her above her opening, causing her to cry out more. She grind her hips against his. "Alejandro, keep going; it feels so good!"

Alejandro thrust deeper, trying to be as physically close to her as possible. The indescribable euphoria he felt filled his whole body. He kissed her face and shoulders repeatedly.

Heather rubbed his back as her pleasure built up. Her breaths became rigid and uneven. "A-Alejandro, I'm—I'm gonna—" her orgasm interrupted her sentence. Her back arched, and her entire body trembled. He felt her tighten around him. "You're so good, hermosa. So good—" he whispered in her ear. He kneaded her breasts while she rode it out.

Once Heather's body went limp, Alejandro pulled out. "Do you mind if I finish on your beautiful body?" He asked frantically.

"Let me finish you," she said. "Please?"

"I'd be more than happy to," he moaned.

Heather wrapped her hand around him and stroked him. "Do you need me to go faster?"

"N-No, this is perfect," Alejandro slurred. Heather bit her lip. She panted in sync with him until he came all over her stomach. His arms and legs almost gave out from the pleasure. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, everything about you feels incredible." He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.

Heather felt shivers down her spine. Then she felt warm. It didn't take her long to realize that his body against hers was everything. For a moment, no one else existed. She felt like she could trust him. She felt—safe.

But not entirely.

She once trusted Chandler. She knew the feeling in her heart all too well, and the intensity of it this time around only made her more terrified. If he hurts me, I don't think I'll survive.

"Alejandro," Heather began.

"Sí, beautiful?" He stroked her hair. He was completely relaxed.

"I've—gotta go."

Alejandro looked up at her, furrowing his eyebrows. "Qué?"

"I should go back to my parents' house. This—I'm so sorry. This wasn't—" her voice trailed off.

"Are you in pain?"

"No. I just—I don't wanna do this again." Heather sat up. Alejandro got off of her.

"Heather, what's wrong?" He asked with concern.

She grabbed her clothes. "Staying here wasn't a good idea."

"—What? What do you mean?"

She stuck her legs through her sweatpants and folded her shirt over her chest without taking the time to button it up.

Alejandro quickly slid his jeans back on. "Heather, please talk to me."

"I-I just have to go," Heather's voice faltered. She put her boots on and grabbed her purse hanging from the door. She saw Bruiser sleeping by the kitchen and grabbed him as well.

"No, wait!" He followed her. "Don't go! Heather—" she shut the door on him. Alejandro's face fell. He felt like someone took his heart and cut it open over and over again. Did I do something wrong? What if I put too much pressure on her? Oh no, what if she didn't want to do it?! He sat back down. I hurt her. Alejandro teared up, burying his face in his hands. He felt his heartbreak in saltwater soak into his skin. I should've taken things slower. Now she's gone.

Heather ran to the other side of the street and called her dad. "Hello?" He answered.

"Dad, can you please pick me up?" She held back tears.

"Heather feather! Thank goodness! I haven't heard from you in weeks! We tried searching for you, and we were worried because Chandler wasn't at the house anymore—"

"Just pick me up!" She demanded, bursting into tears.

"—Oh, alright. Are you ok, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine. Just get me."

"Ok, where are you?"

She looked at Alejandro's house through the heavy snow. She didn't know she could make so many memories with someone in just three weeks. Her heart ached. She wanted nothing more than to run back and fall in his arms. But she was too afraid. She couldn't risk another heartbreak.