Jasper

I follow Malia into my room, close and lock the door behind me. I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her to me. She stares up into my eyes as I wipe the tears from her cheeks. I turn us, pressing her into the door.

A small sound escapes her lips as I press my groin into her. There it is. That feeling I'd been searching for since this afternoon.

"I want to kiss you very much sweetness." I say.

Reaching up, I grab a strand of her hair and tuck it behind her ear. Malia says nothing as I lean in and kiss the corner of her mouth.

I press her harder into the door, the evidence of my arousal poking into her. Malia mewls and lays her head back against the cold wooden rectangle.

One hand laces into her hair, tilting her head so her neck is exposed to me, the other grips her low back and presses her into me.

Malia moans softly as I pepper her neck with soft tantalizing kisses. Blood rushes through my veins, lighting me up and pressing me onward into oblivion.

I grip her thighs, hoisting her up on my waist and carry her to my bed.

"I want you so much it hurts." I say, recalling the words I said earlier to Cami, when I was pretending it was her.

I gently set her down on the edge, dropping to my knees and running both hands up her thighs. I stop, halfway up, and slide my fingers into the holes in her jeans, rubbing her skin.

Malia has never looked more beautiful than she does right now. I've never wanted someone more than I want her.

I look up at her, silently asking for permission. When she says nothing, I push my hands higher and rub my thumbs against the apex of her thighs. The material of her jeans is rough against my calloused thumbs.

Malia gasps, biting hard on her bottom lip. My hands continue their journey upwards, thumbs brushing across her breasts until finally I reach her hair.

I grasp the hair tie, freeing her hair and groaning as it cascades down her shoulders. Why had I never realized before today how beautiful she was?

I stand, circling around her and sit behind her on the bed. Malia stays very still, waiting. I lift her hair and brush it to one side, then lean down to kiss her neck.

I caress her shoulders, massaging them as I kiss a line up to her ear.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me sweetness?" I whisper.

Malia nods, unable to even form words.

"Tell me." She shivers as my words pour into her ear.

The feeling of her shivering against me is almost enough to send me over the edge.

"I-" she starts.

My hand presses into her belly, pushing her back into my chest. My legs fall open around her.

"You make me weak with need." I whisper against her skin.

Malia turns in my arms, pressing her lips to mine. Her fingers graze my cheek and then lock into my hair. Her kisses rip my soul out through my mouth and shove it back in again. When I am with her, I'm exactly who I want to be.

She starts to lift up her shirt, and I still her hands, knowing I can't have her here like this.

"Not tonight sweetness. Not like this."

Malia sighs and kisses me harder, pulling away after only a moment to stare into my eyes.

"You're right. You're always right." She says.

Against everything inside me, screaming for release, I lay back and pull her into my arms.

Malia closes her eyes and rests her cheek against my heart. I know she can hear it beating wildly in my chest.

"Will you go somewhere with me? Right now?" I ask.

I don't care about the consequences, I need to get out of here before my body takes over and I take her innocence.

"Yes." She breathes.

I sit up, grab her hand and pull her up with me from my bed. Blair's door is still shut, and I can hear her crying softly behind it.

My heart slams violently in my chest, aching for her, but I'm falling for Malia and I can't hold it back. I think I've slowly been falling for two months now. The need to know her more and the desire to be her friend was my feelings manifesting into any way I could have her.

I pull Malia down the stairs and out the front door.

"I'll be back in a bit mom." I yell before shutting the door.

I open the door for Malia, waiting until she is tucked away inside to close it and walk to the drivers side.

All those times I hated driving Blair around, I'm now thankful for, because if she had a car I'd never have had the opportunity to be with Malia. I'm thankful that I saved all of my money from my summer job to buy this car and pay the insurance up for six months.

I reach across the center console and grab her hand, holding it tightly as I make my way to our destination.

When I pull up at the storage building, I look to Malia. She's looking at me with question in her eyes.

"Wait here." I say, unbuckling and getting out.

I return minutes later with my guitar and tuck it gently in the back seat.

Malia looks at the guitar and then at me.

"Are you going to play for me?" She asks.

"Yes."

Another small sound escapes her lips and I feel the twinge in my pants.

Fuck. I love that sound.

I pull the car out of the storage building and make my way to the beach, reaching over to grab her hand and hold it the entire way.

As I pull up and jump from the car to let her out, I see the wide smile on her face. I grab a blanket from the back and pull her from the car along with my guitar.

We walk hand in hand down the beach until I find a real nice secluded spot, and I lay down the blanket.

Malia sits down and I take the spot beside her. We're so close our sides are touching. I want more than anything to throw her down here and have my way with her, but I can't just yet.

"Play me a song Jas."

I pick up my guitar, strumming for several moments while I gather the courage to sing to her. It's now or never, so I take a deep breath and start the first verse.

"She guards her heart like a bank vault. She'll never let you in. She's scared of change and she don't know how much she means to me. It doesn't matter if you wear her thin. She's a well kept secret, that you just gotta know. Why can't she just let go?"

Malia is staring at me in shock. Obviously she's picked up on the fact the song is about her, but I continue on with a smile.

"That girl with the long brown hair.
That girl who drives you under her spell.
That girl.
That girl.
She can rock your whole world.
Make your heart beat fast and your mind a mess.
That girl.
That girl."

My eyes close as I feel the song; as I pour out everything I have into it. Malia gasps, and I open my eyes, giving her a smile as I continue on.

"With her eyes so deep, and that blush on her cheeks, it makes my mind go wild with need. She's got the biggest smile and heart of gold, her sunkissed skin that seems to glow... there's just one thing I gotta know... where did I go wrong?"

Tears are running down her face, and I wonder if that's a good thing. I sure hope it is. I go back into the chorus, which is my favorite part.

"That girl with the long brown hair.
That girl who drives you under her spell.
That girl.
That girl.
She can rock your whole world.
Make your heart beat fast and your mind a mess.
That girl.
That girl."

The next part, I change the words to, because my feelings have drastically changed since I wrote it. It's amazing to me how fast feelings can change.

"All I want from you is just one chance, to prove that all I'm asking for is to be your man. So baby why won't you let me in?"

Malia lays a hand on my free arm as I finish the song up with one last chorus.

"That girl with the long brown hair.
That girl who drives you under her spell.
That girl.
That girl.
She can rock your whole world.
Make your heart beat fast and your mind a mess.
That girl.
That girl.
Why won't she just give me a chance?
That girl in the ripped up jeans.
Your that girl, won't you be that girl for me?"

Malia starts to clap as she stares at me in awe. I feel like I'm on top of the world again as I set my guitar down beside me. Before I can even let go, she's pushing me to the sand and her lips are on mine.

"Jasper that was amazing." She says against my lips. "Breathtakingly amazing."

My fingers wind into her hair as I pull her even closer and kiss her until I lose my breath.