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MELODY'S POV

In two days my life has completely changed. In two days I find myself smiling constantly. In two days I have been humming and singing happy songs nonstop. In two days I learned that Dean Collins, my former professor, is interested in me beyond my academic improvement. In two days we have been more physically intimate than I have been in a long time. And they have been the best two days in the past two years.

It feels so surreal being with him. He looks at me with no restraint now. I can see everything he feels for me; the happiness, the flirtation, the adoration, and when we say certain things to each other I can see the spark of lust and hunger. How could I not of noticed any of this before? It's so fascinating to hear his side of everything; he told me about his jealous fits, his desire, his curiosity. But it makes me wonder, why didn't he try anything? I mean yes it is against the rules, but technically it's still ok. But again I can see his reasoning; the relationship, one that is every girl's fantasy, would damage us, both mentally and of course academically. There is no way I would be able to sit in class and watch him act like my teacher when all I would want is for him to devour me. Not a chance. He may have broken me, but Jake did awaken a sexual hunger in me that has been aroused whenever near Dean. Being confined with him and 35 other students without actually being able to touch him? He did us both a favour by waiting.

"Melody?" I look up to see Dean staring at me with an amused face. I bite my lip and smile at him. I see the flicker of desire cross his face in the way he jaw ticks. "Let me guess, you were thinking about how amazing I am?" He smiles and squeezes our joint hands. I giggle and look down.

"Yes and no. I was thinking about how weird this is." We walk past an old couple and they smile in our direction. I smile back and Dean waves at them.

"How weird what is?" We stop by a bench and take a seat. We decided to start our date with a walk through High Park. It's so beautiful here and I'm not just talking about the scenery because that's a given. It's beautiful to see the families and couples and dogs all enjoying such a wonderful day, it brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart.

"Us. I mean come on Dean you may have been prepared for this but I wasn't. I didn't even see this coming. I'm still trying to digest the fact that you've wanted me for so long." I run a hand through my hair and sigh. Dean remains silent but I don't want to face him so I watch a child play with his dog. He sighs as well and speaks up.

"I thought about just pursuing you during the school year. But... I wouldn't... It wouldn't have worked out." I know he's looking at me because I can see his shadow but I continue to watch the child.

"I figured. If sex was involved we wouldn't have been able to restrain ourselves. It makes sense." I say as the child runs with the dog and they chase a squirrel together. Dean's shadow shows him running a hand through his hair.

"Oh sex would definitely have been involved..." I tense up and he notices. "But in time of course." He adds on trying to lighten the mood. "Are you not ready for this?" He takes my chin and turns me to look at him. His face is showing many different emotions; concern, fear, excitement, lust but mainly worry.

"Of course I'm ready. I wouldn't be here with you if I wasn't." I joke with him, but damn it he can see right through me.

"That doesn't stop you from feeling unsure." He takes my hands and rubs them with his thumbs. "Melody I care about you, so much so that I made another account on Facebook just to befriend you." I look at him and laugh.

"So you're Nead Snilloc? I thought that was a sketchy name." He laughs too and brings my hands to his lips.

"Yeah that's me. I was worried you might have figured out who I was because it is my name spelt backwards but you didn't seem to notice." I shake my head.

"Not one bit." Dean leans forward and kisses my lips softly.

"I really do care about you though. I made sure I always had enough change for you in case you needed a ride home because I could never trust myself to be alone with you in a car. And yesterday proved that. I made sure whenever you did poorly on an assignment that I would take you aside and help you as much as I could. I made sure you were always happy in my class, so I set up those movies days or brought you chocolates. I made sure you were fed in the mornings that I literally had a tab for whenever you showed up at Tim Horton's. I just... I thought it was lust and then I figured maybe I was slightly obsessed... but then..." He looks away and gets up. I don't what to say or do with everything he told me. All of those things I figured he did for everyone because he was such a great guy, but he was looking out for me the entire time? "Melody I'm not going to say what I want to because it will be too much... for both of us, just know that whether you want this to continue or not I will always be waiting for you." He turns back with a small smile and offers his hand to help me up. I stare at it and then up to his face. I've never seen him look so sincere and yet so distraught. How could he have done this?

"How could who have done what?" His face scrunches into confusion as he sits next to me again.

"Did I say that out loud?" He nods his head yes. "Oh... well I was just wondering how you could have been able to do this. And before you ask me to elabora-"

"It wasn't easy." He takes my hand again and starts to draws patterns on it. "Everything in me was begging me to at least try something with you. So I did. I purposely touched you more, whether it be hovering over you or giving you your assignments. Even holding the door I made sure you would have to brush past me. I would always call on you and be positive about everything you would say, good or bad. I would stay late with you, even if it was just you charging your phone. I would leave witty comments on your papers with underlying sexual frustration. I would intently stare at you when you worked and hoped for you to look up at me... just once. But you never did. You never reacted to anything I did and it left me confused and oddly rejected. I tried to ignore how I felt after that, especially since I can have a short temper with people who try to take what's mine," He looks at me pointedly and I know he's talking about Zack, "but I couldn't do it. I figured you needed your space. You seemed like you were lost in yourself most the time. So I adored you from afar and it was hard. There were nights when all I would dream about is making love to you and then I would have to see you twice the same week. Then there were times when you would seem so down and all I wanted was to hold and comfort you but I couldn't. And then came the semesters when I didn't have you in my class. I hated those months. I remember going crazy with stupid thoughts of you falling for another teacher or completely leaving the school and I wouldn't be able to find you. There were times when I would rush out of my class just to find you and talk to you, even if it was for a minute or two. My feelings for you grew inside of me like a volcano; from time to time they would bubble and boil over and I would act irrationally, but I kept them dormant as much as I could. And then you graduated and the horrendous countdown was over, and it was like the volcano erupted and I couldn't wait any longer. It took a lot of restraint to not kiss you senseless behind those bleachers, believe me." He laughs and traces the lines on my palm. I pull my hand back and he looks up at me confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Are you in love with me Dean?" I can't stop the question from coming out and as soon as it does Dean's body goes rigid and his face closes off all emotion. He stares at me with dark eyes and fists his hands on his legs. It looks like he's trying not to explode with the tension he is placing on his hands. But then he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Yes." He doesn't open his eyes when he says this and I smile.

"Dean I-"

"Do you want to leave now?" He completely changes the subject and stands up. His fists unclench and his body relaxes but he doesn't look at me.

"Um... sure?" I don't know what to say but I follow his lead. The entire walk back is silent and I feel the happiness of the day slip away. When we get to his car I'm fed up. "Are you going to talk to me or what?" He opens my door and waits for me to get in before he slams it shut and walks to his side. I stare at the door in rage. Who the hell does he think he is? When he gets in I reach to get out but he grabs my arm first.

"Don't go." His voice is hard but it cracks and is trembling slightly. I can't look at him yet because I will say things that he doesn't need to hear. "When I first realized how I felt for you I left the country. I didn't care if I lost my job. I didn't care about paying bills. I didn't care about anything... I just left." I close my eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I have only loved one other woman... and she is dead." My head snaps towards him and my mouth drops open. "Yes." He looks at me and a tear slips from his eye but he wipes it away quickly. I feel sorry for him but I also feel jealous towards the woman that was able to hold his heart.

"Who was she?" The question squeaks out and I bite my lip in annoyance. He remains silent and rests his head on his seat.

"She was... my... my mother." Another tear slips out and I feel guilty for the stupid thoughts. I reach over to him and hold his hand. He opens his eyes and looks at me. In an instant his lips are on mine and he is kissing me with such desparity I feel a tear slip from my own eye. He doesn't stop or slow down. It becomes feverish in a matter of seconds and our are hands are everywhere. I want him to rip off my clothes, I want him to touch me everywhere, I want him to make love to me as he does in his dreams, but instead he pulls back and rests his forehead on mine.

"I went to her grave and cried. I was so mad, and hurt and confused. I wanted more than anything for her to be there and talk to me. I needed her help and guidance but she's gone. I was so frustrated with how I felt for you because I never wanted to love again. After losing her I just felt so empty. But I knew I loved you more and more each day. I loved you so much that I cried even harder. And then when I stopped crying I looked over her grave, touched the beautiful letters that shaped her name and do you know what I felt?" I remain silent as he completely pulls away. "I felt lonely, and not just because she was gone, but because you weren't there with me. I have never thought of anyone else whenever I was with my mother, but you wouldn't leave my mind. I missed you so much it scared me." He wipes his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, I'm learning he does that when he's frustrated.

"I remember when you were gone. It was only four classes but it felt like forever. If it counts... I missed you too. A lot." He looks over to me and smiles.

"It means so much to hear that." He kisses me again and starts the car. "Now I'm not going to put a damper on this date, we are going to the supermarket to buy the ingredients for dinner and then I'm taking you to my home." He winks at me and I laugh.

"Someone's excited to get me in the sheets." His eyes dart over to me and then down my body before he laughs and starts to drive.

"Sweetheart with the outfit you're wearing I could take you in this car." I laugh again but awkwardly. I decided to follow Tara's advice and not wear another dress, instead we bought a black and white polka dot crop top and matching skater skirt from TopShop. "Simple but easy access" is how she described it.

The sexual tension builds. I can hear his breathing pick up, he clenches the steering wheel and I can see the obvious erection growing in his pants. I know I'm already getting wet with the various dirty thoughts running through my mind. His hand searches for mine to hold and when he finds it I lead it to my thigh and make him rub it gently. He moves his hand closer to my centre before he pulls his hand back. "Don't test me Melody. I have little to no restraint left. Besides I want our first time to be special, not cheap." I squeeze his hand in both appreciation and frustration. Jake and my first time was against the bathroom door. Damn it really was cheap. I hate to compare the two but every time Dean comes out on top!

He pulls into the supermarket and opens my door with a smile. I smile back at him but then thinking of his deceased mother makes my heart drop and I stay seated.

"Hey come on. I didn't mean for today to get out of hand so quickly. I just thought you should know how I really feel. Don't be disheartened. Now come here and kiss me so these women can stop staring at me." Dean looks over to two women dressed in yoga outfits eyeing him down like a piece of meat. I don't blame them; he chose to wear a simple white polo shirt and cargo shorts but he looks so good. His hair is messy from him running his hands through it so much, his lips are full from our kissing, and the buttons are undone so his you can see the dip in his chest. He makes simple look sexy and he's looking like this for me. I smile at the women as he pulls me up and holds me close.

"I may not be in love with you yet... but I will be... eventually." I say playing with the collar of his shirt. He laughs and kisses me thoroughly. When he pulls back I'm breathless and a memory flashes in my mind. I try to block it out but I can't stop it.

Jake and I are in the lobby of the Viceroy. Along with us are Trevor and Beth. Jake and Trevor head towards the cliff diving instructor to get going. The instructor looks at the two of them and then his eyes catch us. He eyes us down and a smile crosses his face. He says something sweet but Jake doesn't seem pleased. He kisses me thoroughly and leaves me breathless. It was perfect. That day was perfect....

My chest begins to hurt as we walk through the supermarket. Dean is talking to me while examining vegetables. My head pounds from the memory and I begin to sweat. This is why I push this shit to the back of my mind. He walks ahead still speaking but I need to stop. The tears build at the memory of running off a cliff holding Jake's hand. The feeling of adrenaline rushing through me as we hit the water. Jumping on Jake's back as he looks for me in the water. The way he would look at me with such desire and love. Everything flashes through me too quickly to grasp. I grab hold of the fruit display beside me and try to take a deep breath. My heart drops in my stomach and Dean notices I'm not beside him. My vision is getting blurry from the tears and I need to get out. I run to the door as the tears run down my face. I hate Jake. I hate him for making me feel this way. I hate this emptiness he leaves me with. I hate that I miss him so much. I get out of the store and rest my hands on Dean's car. Breathe Melody Breathe. I chant that to myself until I have calmed down.

"Melody! What happened? Baby are you ok?" Dean wraps his arms around me and kisses my head. I turn in his arms and cry into his shirt. He holds me tighter and tries his best to soothe me. The smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice makes me relax quicker than usual. I don't know if people are watching us or not and I don't care. I've never felt so safe in such a long time. I pull back and he smiles wiping my eyes.

"I'm sorry, today is becoming more emotional than I thought." I say sniffling. He kisses both of my eyelids and sighs.

"I've never had a date like this. If everything we have just gone through today doesn't say enough, I don't know what will." He laughs and wraps his arm around my waist. "What happened?" I bite my lip and wipe my eyes.

"Two years ago I..." I look around and notice some people staring. "Let's talk about this at your place." He notices the people as well and squeezes me.

"Good idea. You can wait in the car while I finish shopping." I nod as he unlocks his car. As the gentleman he is, he opens the door for me and kisses me before running back into the store. When he's out of sight I call Tara. The phone rings twice before she picks up.

"Hey girlie! How's the date going with Professor Sex?" I can't help laughing at her stupid nickname.

"Nice one Tare. And its going... on a different path than expected." I look out of the window to see the yoga women leaving. They look over to Dean's car and seeing me inside they give me the cut eye. Rude much?

"Oh do you need a condom already?" She laughs at her own joke and I roll my eyes.

"No we have already decided we are going to take it slow sexually. But I meant that it's been a very emotional date."

"How so?" I look to see if he is coming before telling her.

"I can't tell you everything but what I can say is this, Dean said he's in love with me, I was shocked. He said he has only loved one other woman and she is dead, I was shocked. He told me it was his mother, I was even more shocked. He kissed me but it reminded me of Jake and then I had one of those episodes." I say the last part in a whisper knowing she won't be pleased.

"What did you just say? He loves you, something about a dead woman and you having an... HOLY SHIT! You had another episode? It's been a while since that's happened! Why didn't you call me? Are you ok? Did you do the breathing methods? Damn it Melody." She keeps mumbling her frustrations and I see Dean head to the cash register.

"Tara relax I'm fine. I was able to get it under control and then Dean comforted me which made it easier to calm down. I just wanted to call you to let you know everything that has happened. It's just... it's so confusing. I can think about him and even say his name and it doesn't hurt as much, but when the actual memories come back it's horrific."

"Oh Mel, I wish I could be there for you right now, but it sounds like Dean is good for you. Maybe he is just what you need. I love you, you know that right?" I smile.

"I love you too Tara. I have to go now. I'll see you tonight." Dean walks out with the groceries and smiles at me. I pop the trunk for him and barely hear Tara's snarky comment.

"Hopefully not, I named him Professor Sex for a reason." She chimes hanging up. Dean gets in the car the same time I laugh at her dirty mind.

"Should I know what you were talking about?" He starts up the car and begins to drive. I shake my head still laughing a little.

"No you really don't want to know." He turns to me and smiles.

"I like seeing you like this. You're smile is brilliant, and it radiates like the sun." I laugh at how corny yet romantic that sounds. "Oh come on that was pretty good don't you think?"

"It was beautiful thank you." He kisses me quickly before the turning back to the road.

"So I was thinking maybe you could be my sexy little assistant in the kitchen. What do you say?"

"Are you really that bad at cooking or is this a way to try and show off your master skills?" This time he laughs.

"It could be a bit of both, but you would have to be with me to know." Dean winks at me and I giggle.

"I don't mind cooking. I love experimenting with different flavours." A smile lights up his face.

"Great! Oh and I have one other condition." I look over to him and raise an eyebrow.

"And what is that?" I cross my arms.

"Don't worry it's nothing bad. You'll see when we get to my place." He doesn't say anything else but he has a cocky smirk sitting on his face the entire ride. It takes about 30 mintues for us to reach his neighbourhood and when I realize it's Forest Hill I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. This neighbourhood is rich, really rich, and the houses? Oh my goodness. My mom and I would drive through this neighbourhood just to look at the amazing houses. Some of them would have gates and tall hedges to protect themselves from our wandering eyes, others would be covered in vines making them look authentic and rustic. Some would be completely modern, the houses looking obtuse yet stylish. It was lavish and beautiful.

"You live in Forest Hill?" He nods his head and grins. "Are you rich or something? I doubt you can afford this on a teacher's salary." He laughs as he turns onto his street and stops in front his house and it is beautiful. It kind of looks like a castle with the architecture and yet it isn't too big that I'd be intimidated by the millions it must have cost. The bricks are white with pale blue roofing and I'm in love with it already. We drive past his gates and he parks right beside the door.

"Baby it's not that nice of a house you can stop drooling now." He pops the trunk and gets out of the car. This time he doesn't open the door for me because he is carrying the bags. I get out and follow him into the house. Inside it looks quite normal and I kind of expect that from a guy. It's still huge, but normal. We head straight to the kitchen and I help him unpack the bags.

"So do you like my house?" He takes out some tomatoes and places them on his built in cutting board. I stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Of course I do. You live in freaking Forest Hill! You didn't answer my question are you rich?" He chuckles as he continues to unpack.

"Do you have something against rich men?" This time I do roll my eyes.

"No if I did I wouldn't have dated-" I stop and bite my lip. He looks over to me with a worried expression. He walks over to me and offers a strawberry. I look up and smile as he feeds it to me.

"In a sense I guess you can say I am wealthy. It's all old money really. My grandparents passed away a few years ago and divided up everything between all of my family but mainly myself and my two other brothers. They were an old Parisian couple and immigrated to Canada years ago. They made some very smart decisions throughout life that has given my family much security. I was given this house, all of their stocks and bonds and a large sum of money. My younger brother Damen was given a condo on Yonge and a large sum as well. My older brother Daniel was given a house within Forest Hill, a large sum of money and he took over their bakery. And we all received a threat that if we didn't find ourselves a wife by 35 they would haunt us." He laughs and pops a strawberry in his mouth. "They were really great people. We all loved them a lot and Damen and I would love listening to their French accents. I know my parents were given much as well but they favoured us. I was also given the keys to their home in Paris, but I rarely visit there." He looks sad as he says this, but I choose not to discuss it.

"You are very blessed to have such a loving family Dean. I also happened to notice that you and your brother's names all start with the letter D."

"Yeah my mother, she loved male names that started with D, especially my name. Daniel was named after my father, I was given her favourite name and Damen was given his name after our grandfather on my father's side. Each name holds some kind of significance I guess." He finishes unpacking and begins to take out pots and knives.

"What was your mother's name?" I go to help him but he stops me.

"Her name was Claudette, but first we must discuss my condition." I cross my arms again and huff.

"Fine. What is it?" He grins wickedly.

"Wait right here." He leaves the kitchen and runs upstairs. He comes back down a few minutes later with something behind his back.

"If you are to be my sexy little assistant you must don the uniform." He reveals a french maid costume from behind his back and I almost choke.

"Seriously? You expect me to wear that?" He shakes his head yes and smiles wide.

"And what do I get in return?" He lowers the costume and tilts his head to the side.

"Hmm I don't know. What do you want?" I look around the kitchen for an idea and then it pops into my head.

"You have to wear that apron with nothing underneath." I point to a black apron he had laying on a chair. It seemed fair enough, I was going to wear a slutty costume I might as well be appeased. His eyebrows furrow in thought.

"Ok... I'll wear it with my boxers on." I smile and nod my head. He gives me the costume and I hand him the apron. And just like that he begins to strip out of his clothes. Thank God he can't see me blush.

"A-Aren't you going to go to a washroom or something?" I can't help stuttering as he unbuttons his shirt. He looks up at me and smiles.

"I was only joking." He stops unbuttoning and motions down the hall. "The bathroom is the third door on the left. You can change first then I will." I head to the bathroom and change. The outfits fits me ok enough, except my butt is bigger than the girl who this belonged to (I have to ask him who this belongs to) so the back of the skirt lifts higher than necessary. I don't put on the hat or gloves, that's just too much. When I get out Dean is waiting at the door and the look on this face is priceless.

"Damn it... maybe you should change back... I don't think I'll be able to focus on food with you looking so... f**kable." His eyes take in every part of me and he licks his lips.

"All's fair in love and war. Get undress big boy." I kiss his cheek and head back to the kitchen. I snack on a strawberry as I wait for him to return. His kitchen is flawless, everything is either marble or stainless steel and it's so clean. I walk over to the dining room to see a large family portrait hanging on the wall. There are four men and one beautiful woman in the picture and I mean this woman is breathtaking. She has long chocolate brown hair that is curled loosely. Her olive skin tone makes her seem almost angelic and the beautiful smile she is wearing brightens the picture. Her eyes are the same colour as Dean's and they show such beauty and wisdom... her lips are shaped like a heart and painted a shade of deep red, that match her perfectly shaped nails. She has a round shaped face, big expressive eyes, and a pink hue to her cheeks. She's wearing a cobalt blue dress that compliments her well and she has long luscious legs. She is just... wow. That must be his mother. The man beside her looks older and built. He has a strong jaw, stuble and brown eyes. His hair is dark brown and there's a spilt in his eyebrow. Wearing a black polo shirt and khakis he has a small smile on his face but he is mainly looking at his wife. The three boys are obviously Dean and his brothers and they look so happy. Dean is wearing a blue polo matching his mother and jean shorts. He has the biggest smile on his face as he holds his mother in one arm and his brother in the other. One of the brothers has a small smile like his father and cropped brown hair. He has brown eyes like his dad and looks really buff. He's also wearing a polo and shorts. The next brother has long brown hair swept into a ponytail. He has brown eyes as well and is really attractive as he looks at the camera with a sexy smirk. He's wearing a white t-shirt and board shorts and has his arm wrapped Dean. I can tell he and Dean are close so he must be Damen. The picture doesn't look more than 5 years old.

"So you have found the family portrait." I turn to see Dean standing in his black apron and black boxers with a small smile. His arms are toned that when he crosses them his triceps flex. His stomach is flat and on the angle he's standing I can see his six pack and the deep V going down to his delectable... mmm now he looks F**kable.

"You're family is beautiful Dean. And your mother..." He walks over to me and wraps his bare arms around my waist.

"Yeah she's something isn't she?" I hum my approval and he kisses the side of my neck. I moan quietly and he kisses it again. "Have I found a sweet spot?" He moves my hair to the side and licks the crook of my neck and I moan louder. "Hmm it seems I have." His hands move up from my waist and they lightly cup my breasts. I arch my back into him and bite my lip. "I really shouldn't have made you wear this outfit." He squeezes my breasts harder and grinds his erection into my back. My breathing picks up and I can hear his speed up too. He bites into my neck and I feel my hands snaking behind my back to grab his erection. I feel it through the apron and I rub it gently. He grunts and grinds his shaft into my hand. He pinches my nipples through the costume and I squeeze his shaft. He sucks on my neck and both of us are panting now. "F**k." Is all he gets out. I hear the slap of elastic and he moves the apron aside so I can feel his full length. It's hot and thick and I rub the tip to get moisture. He bites deeper into my neck and his hand moves under my skirt. He cups my core and tickles it with two fingers. I gasp and buck into him. But again I need to stop this before it gets out of hand. So I pull away and focus on the fact that I am wearing some random woman's costume.

"Where did you get this outfit?" I cross my arms and step away from him so I don't feel too tempted. He opens his eyes and sighs.

"Yeah I guess you should have stopped me anyway." He readjusts himself. "And that was supposed to be Damen's girlfriend's costume for Halloween last year. She ended up buying her own Catowman suit and left this here. It's just been sitting here so I figured why not give it to someone who can make it look better than her." He walks towards me with slow tempting steps. "And you make it look-"

"F**kable?" I laugh and his eyes light up. I had to change the mood before things got too heated. He smiles and takes my hand.

"Let us make wonderful food together." He kisses my hand and leads me to the kitchen. We spend the next hour and a half making an Asian stir fry and it tasted delicious. We tried to use every one of the ingredients we had and the ones that couldn't be used we ended up feeding it to each other. It was so much fun. We finish our food and I help him clean up and do the dishes. We change back into our normal clothes once the dishes are done. It's around 9 when we finish everything so we cuddle on his couch watching the travel channel.

"You've poured your heart out to me, so I think it's time I open up to you." He nods his head and runs a hand down my back. "Two years ago I went on vacation to Anguilla with my best friend Tara. We spent the entire summer there and it was beautiful. I met a man named Jacob Worthington there. He was... indifferent to maturity and chose to live a lifestyle of sex and other things. He wasn't really my type, but there was something there. We spent the summer playing cat and mouse until we finally had the chance to be together. I loved him and he loved me. I'm pretty sure he fell first and he always showed it. He never liked competition and was very possessive. There were times he would get into fights over me and I understood his reasoning in a sense but I didn't condone it regardless. Everything seemed to be perfect with him and we had planned a future together and we were so happy, until he..." I stop and the pain starts to come back. The memories flash through my mind and I try to breathe. Dean rubs my back in reassurance and I continue. "He did something that will always be unforgivable and he kept it from me. When I found out I left him and that summer behind. I was broken and mad and missing him so much. But now. Now I have moved on and he won't ruin me. Not again." 

"Was he your first?" I rest my head on his chest and he continues rubbing.

"My first what?"

"I don't know, your first love. Your first kiss. Your first to take your virginity..."

"Yes, no and no. I lost my virginity to a man I tried to love so I could move on from Jake. It wasn't a mistake but it was the first and last time." Dean kisses my forehead.

"Thank you for telling me all of this. I've heard of this Jacob guy. He's pretty big in the corporate world and the gossip magazines too. He doesn't seem like a man who would cherish y-"

"Oh but he would. That's just the thing. I have no doubt in my mind that Jake would be loving and faithful and supportive and maybe if I didn't learn the truth I would still be with him."

"But you're not." Dean's voice comes out cold and hard. I look up to see his jaw ticking and his eyes look like they have darkened. His hands ball up into fists on my leg and back and I can hear his heart racing. "You're mine now Melody and I will not let that inconsiderate bastard take you away from me. I don't know what he did to you but he's not- no he is never getting a second chance with you." He practically growls out the words while I kiss his chin and giggle.

"Relax I haven't heard or seen him since the vacation. He is just as much over me as I am over him." Well at least part of that is true. He looks down at me and his features soften.

"I love you Melody. And these past few days have been the hardest and happiest since my mother's death." He kisses my lips softly and I run my hands up his chest.

"I'm sure it won't take me long to learn to love you back." He lays me on my back and hovers over me.

"I've been told I'm a great teacher." He smirks and begins to kiss the sweet spot on my neck.