A/N: I usually don't write fanfiction. Well, I do, but I never post it. I was listening to Te Amo and I'm like, hmmm maybe I should do a fic on this. So I made this up in about five seconds. I wrote it like five months ago but then I'm like, "Meh I might as well try and post it and see what people think. This is my first story.

"Ven conmigo, mi bella," Adam reaches his hand out to me. It's late at night and he's seduced me again. I let him drag me out. It's not a bad thing.

"I don't understand," I shake my head, trying to tell him what I'm saying. He only smiles before pulling my small hand taking me down to the shimmering waters of the bayou.

"Ven conmigo," he says again. I can't comprehend anything he's saying to me but my head nods on its own accord and I'm cast under his spell. He kicks off his cheetah print boots, revealing his perfect feet, each sliver of nail painted with sparkly black nail polish. He's so beautiful. I want him. But I can't. What we share is forbidden but known only between us.

The only thing between us is reality and the fact that we don't understand each other. We never will. Or at least I won't.

I turn to walk away, I can't do this. We can't be together.

"Por favor…" I hear him. I don't even need to look at him to know that he's begging me. I don't need to speak Spanish to comprehend what he's trying to tell me. I suck in a breath. I can't leave him. How can my mind tell me to do this when my heart is telling me something completely different?

I turn around. "Adam… fine. Just this once. I promise to not leave. Just watch where you..." I look down at his hands. He seems to understand what I'm saying but I'm not so sure. My heart and mind are at war with each other but how can you listen to your conscience when your heart is saying something completely different?

Before I can think, he's taken my hand and lead me into the water. I cringe a little at the touch of the cool liquid splashing against my bare skin.

He leads me into a dance, twirling me through the water, making me feel as graceful as a ballerina. I feel his hands roam down my sides, pulling me close to him. I immediately lean into his touch, resting my head against his chest. I feel so secure and safe in his arms even though my mind's screaming profanities at me.

Adam tucks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up. I'm breaking rules, everything that I've ever been taught for him. I know what's coming, I can sense it. My blood pulsing through my veins. His sweet breath cascading over my lips sending shivers racking down my spine. My knees are starting to fail me as he closes the distance between us.

Electrifying.

I gasp at the touch of his lips on mine. I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck as his tongue works my mouth open and I let him in willingly, our tongues engaging in a fierce battle for dominance which he wins easily. I feel as if I was made to do this. My lips meshing with his so easily and naturally, like I was always meant to belong to him…

I pull away from him, breathless from our heated make out session.

"Te amo," he says. There are no regrets. No doubts. No confusion.

I already know.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Please leave a review and I will give you a chocolate strawberry. 8)