"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough." ~Emily Dickinson

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As I say goodbye and make my way to the door, I spot a hunched figure sitting on the doorstep. I take a step closer, my feet crunching on the frozen leaves alerting my presence to the person in front of me.

I notice that it is indeed Abel and stop walking. He stands up and moves towards me before seeing Noahs car behind me. At this realisation, a frown covers Abels face just like today during school.

"What are you doing here Abel?"

Abel runs his hands through his hair, tugging slightly, "I came to talk to you about earlier." His eyes flicker between me and Noah who still hasn't left for some reason.

I turn around and wave to Noah who gets the message and leaves before leading Abel into my household.

Luckily, no one's home yet because of all their extracurricular activities and work. Since I'm not feeling the more intimate setting of my room, I take Abel to the living room.

I sit down on the one-seater sofa to prevent Abel from sitting down extremely close to me. We need to talk and that won't happen if I get distracted by him.

"I'm mad at you." I state while looking straight at him.

Abel flinches slightly and tugs on his ear; something I've noticed he does sometimes when he's upset, embarrassed or nervous.

"I know. I'm so sorry Brown Eyes. I shouldn't have acted like that; it wasn't fair to you. I don't know what came over me, I was just-"Abel sighs and runs his hands through his hair again, "I was just frustrated is all."

"But why Abel?" I snip at him. "I didn't do anything, in fact all I wanted was to talk to you about what had happened and then you do that."

I feel my anger growing every second I talk about this. I'm not going to be treated like that just because he's my boyfriend. He should have more respect for me.

"You don't get it do you? I was jealous Keziah. I can't stand it when someone else makes you laugh and Noah seems to be doing it left, right and centre. Either way, I shouldn't have taken it out on you and for that I apologise. But, it's not easy to sit there and listen to you talk about another guy in such a joyful way. I'm the one you should be talking about like that, not him.  You're my girlfriend which means I'm the one who makes you happy."

He scowls deeply at the end of his rant and despite trying my best, I start giggling. "I can't believe you Abel. All that because you were jealous? You realise Noah is just a friend, right? Because if you did, you wouldn't have walked out on me like that."

I understand that whenever my insecurities and jealousy arises, Abel reassures me wholeheartedly, removing any ounce of doubt in my mind. But I've never responded by treating him without respect. This situation is different and he needs to know that.

Still feeling upset, I get up and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I expected, Abel follows closely behind me.

"God Brown Eyes, I know that." He growls through gritted teeth showing his frustration that I'm also mirroring.

I lean against the counter and stare deeply into his stormy sapphire eyes. I could get lost in them forever if I wanted to; they're so expressive and mesmerising.

Abel takes a step closer and cages me in his arms. Despite my frustration, I can't help but notice his usual smell of sandalwood and cinnamon that I've always associated with him. No matter the situation, I will always be the first to admit how delectable the guy smells.

"I'm sorry Brown Eyes. Forgive me?" Abels warm breath fans against my face making me gulp slightly. My heart begins to thump against my ribs simply because of how close he is to me.

Abel leans his forehead against mine, our noses barely brushing each other. Slowly, he removes the distance between the both of us and presses his lips against mine in a passionate and demanding way.

I feel his frustration and desire pouring out into the kiss making it all the more intense. Abel places his hands on my waist and squeezes before lifting me up and placing me on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist like a vine pulling him impossibly closer to me. Abel's tongue suddenly presses on the seam of my lips begging for entrance into my mouth. I eventually grant him access, allowing his tongue to delve deep into my mouth eliciting a deep moan from my throat. In response, Abel removes his mouth from mine and traces his lips down my neck slowly. My whole body trembles with desire causing breathless sounds to escape me. A euphoric kind of warmth blossoms inside my chest making me feel all kinds of happy. Having enough of his teasing, I drag his lips back to mine and kiss him even harder than before. The feeling of his lips against mine is like nothing I've ever felt; he tastes just like mint and something else that's so very him. I run my hands through his curly locks tugging slightly while nibbling gently on his lips. A low guttural groan escapes Abel causing him to hold me tighter.

I've always wondered what stories meant by melting into a kiss; but with Abel, I think I finally understand.

My hands start to wander under his shirt, caressing the smooth planes of his back causing his muscles to flex underneath my touch.

We both break apart from the kiss, breathing heavily from our lack of oxygen.  Abel's eyes have changed to such a dark shade of blue almost making his pupils no longer visible. His lips are swollen and glistening practically begging to be kissed even more. And because it's Abel, I give him one last quick peck before he can deepen it further.

"If this is how we make up after arguing, then I don't think I mind very much." He says in a low husky tone.

I laugh lightly and place my head on his shoulder.

"As much as I love the position we're in, it's getting harder for me to restrain myself Brown Eyes." Abel speaks softly in my ear and rubs my back in small circles.

I then realise that my legs are still wrapped around his and proceed to detangle myself from him.

Abel removes his hands from around my back and places them flat against the counter.

"I hope you've learned your lesson." I say to him still a little bit breathless.

Abel smirks cheekily which means whatever he's about to say is not going to be serious, "What was the lesson? That arguments equal hot make out sessions?"

I slap his shoulder at his comment and give him a look.

"Okay okay. Yes, I realise now that I should talk to you rather than walking away. I do not want to get on your bad side."

"Thank you. Respect is important in any relationship Abel."

Abel pouts his edible lips, widens his hypnotic eyes and brushes his nose against mine. "I'm sorry baby."

My breath hitches at 'baby' since it's a term he's never used before. A tingling feeling spreads around to each part of my body causing an indescribable feeling to overwhelm me.

"Baby?"

"Do you not like that?" He asks cautiously.

"No, no! I do..yeah I do." I smile softly at him. "And apology accepted Abel."

"So, we're all good now?" Abel places his hands on my thighs and rubs softly.

"Mhmm. No problems in this relationship." I say popping the 'p'.

"Thank God. I thought I'd have to grovel some more." Abel says with a sigh.

I jump off the counter causing Abel to take a step back and head into the more comfortable space of my room. Abel hasn't been upstairs yet and it makes me kind of nervous. Your room does reflect who you are so I wonder what he will think when he's sees mine.

I didn't think he was coming to see me today, so I didn't exactly tidy up so much. I hope I don't have any random bras lying around. How awkward would that be?

I watch him walk inside and take on my cornflower white walls accentuated with various pictures and shelves of books. My bed is in the middle of the room with a bedside table next to it. Directly in front of my bed is a TV mounted on the wall with speakers next to it. I also have a window seat that overlooks the neighbourhood occupied with my blankets and pillows.

I do a quick scan and don't find any embarrassing undergarments anywhere. Phew.

"I like it. It suits you." Abel jumps onto my bed and crosses his arms behind his bed while getting comfortable.

"Sure, make yourself at home, I don't mind at all." I say sarcastically.

Abel gives one of his cheeky smiles that I can't help but return and beckons for me to join him.

I lay down next to him, placing my head on his chest and arms around his waist. He responds by wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.

I turn on the TV and head straight to Greys Anatomy. I've seen it twice before but its definitely good enough to be re-watched multiple times. Plus, who can get enough of McDreamy and McSteamy.

"Greys Anatomy?" Abel asks.

"Yes. I've started it from the beginning so you came at the right time. Now we can watch it together." I say excitedly.

"Do I have to?" Abel whines.

I hit his chest, "Um yes you do Abel. Trust me, you'll like it."

And that's how our Grey's Anatomy marathon began. Despite Abel's original protests, I can clearly see that he enjoys the show which I'm obviously happy about.

In the middle of an episode, Abel grabs my leg and lays it over his claiming how he needs to be holding me in every way possible. I mean, if that's what he wants then I'm surely not going to go against it. We also sneak in a few kisses here and there but nothing as intense as earlier.

Even thinking about that makes me feel hot all over. I clear my throat and change positions slightly.

Luckily for me, Abel chooses that exact moment to use the toilet.

What is wrong with me? The way I feel when he's around me is just nothing I ever expected. I feel like a live wire being continuously electrified by my own source of energy. No matter what it is, Abel has a way of pulling all sorts of reactions out of me.

He walks into my room with his hands behind his back looking extremely suspicious.

"What are you doing?" I ask him slowly.

Abel holds his hands out in front of him making my eyes widen an unbelievable amount.

He's holding one my black lacy bras, smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning.

I lunge at him, aiming for the offending object. Unfortunately, as Abel is a considerable amount taller than I am, he just lifts his arm up and away from me.

"Abel!" I whine. "Give that back."

"I have to say, I didn't picture you as a lace kind of girl. But, I am pleasantly surprised Brown Eyes. Do you want to model it for me? I don't mind at all." Abel lifts his arms even higher as I jump again and shows me a full toothed smile.

"Abel, this is embarrassing." I cross my arms frown my face.

Abel chuckles lightly, "I'll stop then even though you have no reason to feel that way."

I snatch my bra from Abel's clutches and shove it into my drawer nearby.

"Why would you do that to me? I can't even look at you."

"You're being dramatic Brown Eyes, it was only your sexy bra."

I just stare at him instead of responding.

Abel decides to take a few steps closer and wraps me up in his arms placing his mouth next to my ear. "I'm trying my best to control myself here, but seeing and holding that little number in my hand has sent my imagination running wild."

Abel leans back to reveal his lust filled sparkling eyes. I run my hand up Abel's chest and into his hair tugging it lightly, eliciting a groan out of him. I move closer until our lips are barely brushing before speaking, "Looks like you're just gonna have to keep that imagination running because I'm not giving you any of that."

I push him away from me gently while laughing happily. Abel's face is the complete image of shock and disappointment.

He's not the only one that can be a tease.

Abel lifts me up onto his shoulder and throws me on the bed making me giggle carelessly.

He attacks my body with his hands, tickling my stomach with such intensity that I start to believe I'm about to pee myself.

"Stop! Stop!" I say in between laughter. "I'm sorry!"

I accidentally kick Abel in the face because of my flailing limbs from being tickled.

Abel groans and hold the side of his face that was hit. "Again Brown Eyes? When are you gonna stop hitting me?"

I stop laughing because of the pain I caused him and instantly feel guilty.

"I didn't mean to do that! Being tickled just brings that out in me."

I kiss the injured area and pull him down to lay on my chest and whisper quietly to him.

"But it was your fault."

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