The world outside seemed to fade away as out lips finally met, it was a tender yet desperate kiss, as if we were both unsure of the depth of our emotions but allowing them to take over at the same time.

As we kissed in the darkness, a myriad of sensations enveloped us, each one more intoxicating than the last. The softness of Nate's lips against mine was like a gentle caress, tender and sweet. With every movement, I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, creating an intimate rhythm that synced our hearts together.

Our kisses started slow and exploratory, as if we were testing the waters of this newfound connection. But as the desire between us grew, so did the intensity of our actions. Our lips moved in harmony, seeking and finding each other with precision, like a well-choreographed dance.

Nate's hand cupped my cheek, his touch sending a rush of tingling sensations through my skin. The gentle pressure of his fingers against my jawline guided the angle of our kiss, deepening the intimacy between us.

I reciprocated, my own hand finding its way to the back of Nate's head, fingers gently intertwining with his soft hair. It was an instinctual move, as if we were drawn to each other with an undeniable force.

We broke a part for a few seconds, panting and trying to catch our breathe.

"Hi," I said.

He smiled softly. "Hi."

In the soft darkness, our eyes met, and a shy smile played on my lips. Nate's hand gently brushed against mine, sending a shiver of excitement up my spine. I leaned in closer, feeling their warm breath on my skin as our faces drew nearer. The world outside seemed to fade away as our lips met again.

With every passing second, the world around us faded, leaving only the two of us in this blissful bubble of affection. Our bodies pressed closer, our hearts beating as one, and a soft sigh of contentment escaped between kisses.

As our lips continued to meet, our emotions spilled into the kiss, conveying unspoken feelings that words couldn't capture. There was a sense of vulnerability and trust, as we bared our souls to each other, allowing ourselves to be seen and cherished in this intimate act.

At every second, I lost a piece of my clothing, stripped bare in front of a man I could be my most vulnerable with.

We met each movement as though we were created to just fit each other. He hovered over me, wringing pleasure from me slowly and perfectly. I arched in every one of his thrusts, feeling him deeper than I thought possible.

He buried his head in my neck, his lips placing soft kisses in that little place. "You're mine," He whispered, and I showed my agreement with grabbing his face and bringing his lips back to mine.

He is mine.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as we lost ourselves in each other. It was as if the darkness had created a sanctuary for us, where we could explore and express our desires without inhibition. 

****

Everything felt very domesticated as I watched him walk around the room and check the window and doors. I laid on the bed, a pillow under my head and tracked each of his movements. Watching his bare muscles flex as he took each step was as though I had been dropped in heaven. And the fact that it was all for me to enjoy, and not something I was drooling at through a television screen.

I clenched my legs together, a heat already crawling back in there. I needed to relax or I would come across as borderline desperate. A part of me still wanted to cling to my tough as nails girl. But she was into here for a few second before I melted into myself and allowed Nate to take care of me.

He double and triple checked the windows before he turned to come back to bed. "We sharing rooms now?" I asked, my eyes never leaving his movements.

"I wouldn't call it sharing if you're in my room. You're trespassing." He fired back, smirking down at me when he was close enough. He hovered above me before he jerked his head, motioning for me to move.

I shook my head ever so slightly, a teasing smile overtaking my face.

He shot me a challenging look before he leaned down and carefully put his hands under my body. The spot he touched tingled and I loved every second it.

As though I was fragile glass that could cut him, he slowly lifted me up and put me further down the bed. I was precious to him. How he touched me, and held me and took care of me, I knew I was precious to him. But why, I did not know. And right now, I didn't want to question it. I needed it more than any reason.

He showered himself down on the bed and got the covers and spread it over us. He leaned over to the side to put the side light off. I had to just stare at how normal and simple he made it all seem. Could this be my life? Or was there an hidden agenda behind all of this.

I really wanted this life.

If it would only last tonight, then it was a moment I wanted to always repeat.

My parents never had any sort of loving relationship- at least not from what I saw. And I envied all the family moments we missed out on all because some selfish man who seemed power and control and brutality over everything else. And now he had no family left.

I could still have one. And I never met anyone before that I wanted to try with.

I couldn't help the nagging thought that Nate was the only participate in this stupid thought of mine. And that I had to pipe down this thinking almost immediately because with Nate, nothing was simple.

Although his touches and his smell and our strong connection was deadly, I knew that it needed more than this to survive a whole family union. Never mind with having my dad as a father in law.

Nate turned around and furl owes his brows. "What you thinking about?"

My heart started to panic. I could absolutely not tell him where my delusional thoughts where taking me. He'd do a runner right then and there.

"Whether we can go for round two." I quickly said.

"Are you horny again?" Nate crudely said, a boyish smirk again appearing on his face.

"Seriously? Oh my god Nate!" I whisper yelled at him, smacking him lightly on his bare chest. He let out a chuckle and grabbed my fingers.

I haven't ever seen him in such a playful mode before. He was always the serious type of man, with a few jabs here and there, and always giving me blunt answers.

I could visibly see him relaxing in my company, and almost letting his personality finally come to service in my presence and I was eating it up. There was obviously history between our families but right now, I did not care.

I liked him. So much. I liked way too much than I liked to admit. I wanted a life with him and see what it would be like to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I wanted the late night conversations, but have it hushed in bed after mind blowing sex. I wanted the touches that seemed mindless and natural.
"What?"

"Don't say that!"

Nate shrugged. "It's a close truth isn't it?"

I covered my eyes with my hand, whilst the other hand clutches onto the covers to keep my naked chest covered. "No it is not."

"Okay that's great."

"Why?" I asked, apprehensive because of his stinking attitude. Why did he find it great that I wasn't horny. Oh my God, what does it mean?

"Why what?"

"Why is that great?" I was glaring now. All thoughts before and my moment of bliss evaporated. I was angry now. Seething.

"Because then we don't have to have sex again. It was tiresome."

"Tiresome?" I had to stop myself from screeching at him. "What part of it was tiresome?" I asked.

I didn't realise I pushed myself up from the bed, the covers falling down and exposing my bare breast. They bounced as I turned to face Nate, angry and so annoyed at his confession.

Nate however, seemed to find this all hilarious as fits of laughter overpowered him. I glared and glared some more until he got the message that this was no ordinary comedy show. I was not laughing.

He stopped laughing immediately but not because of my death stare. He caught sight of my naked breast and reach to touch my chest. He first rose above my ribs, hovering there and I held my breath. I wanted him to touch me there. He palmed my breast, almost delicate with his touch before he dropped his hand.

"Are you in pain?" He asked softly, his gaze moving to the brutal bruise on my chest.

I flicked my hair so it covered the bruises on the side of my shoulder and my neck. I was ashamed. I wanted nothing more than sitting naked in front of him, with my clear skin and looking all sexy with ruffled hair and swollen lips.

In this case, I had all the wrong things on me and being naked in front of him, he could see every single one of them.

Every single bruise. 

And I was utterly ashamed of myself that I wanted to crawl into myself and hide.