Peyton sat at her desk flicking through some CD's, trying anything to get Lucas off her head. It was like moping about Lucas was her default setting these days. The argument they had had the previous night was still weighing heavy on her mind, even when though he had hurt her so much, she couldn't bear to fight with him. They had just had a minor argument because he refused to accept her payment check. She hated that he was constantly talking to her at the moment, but at the same time she loved the short moments they had together and cherished every second she got to spend with him. I can't be here anymore, she thought to herself. She had to move offices. It had been a mistake coming back to Tree Hill, just seeing him hurt too much, it was simply unbearable.

Suddenly the door flew open and Lucas stormed in, his face contorted with rage.

'You know what just rip up the check, I'm moving offices anyway' Peyton groaned, annoyed that he had felt the need to come and talk to her yet again.

'Let me ask you' He shouted furiously, 'do you have some sort of alarm that goes off inside you head every time I'm happy with someone else? What do you want from me? I fly to LA, I ask you to marry me, you say no so I'm done. Why haven't you?'

Peyton regarded him for a few moments, silently considering his question. There it was again! She had never said no to him, she had said someday! She opened her mouth to scream at him but nothing came out. She decided she did not feel up to shouting back at him right now, and instead quietly said 'because I should have said yes-'

Lucas was very surprised that she had said this; he had clearly been expecting a barrage of verbal abuse. He stood there speechless, just staring at her. God she looked so beautiful, her blonde curls still bounced majestically, and those green eyes he loved so much still shone gloriously. He was worried where her statement would go so immediately tried to cut her off. 'Peyton-' He started, holding his hand up, signalling for her to stop, he knew they were in dangerous grounds.

'Luke I was young, and I was scared' She interrupted, 'and I did not realise that by saying I wasn't ready, it would mean that we would never be together again. Had I known that I would have said yes'

'Peyton-' Lucas made another lame attempt to cut her off but in truth, he wanted to hear what she had to say, their break up had always been a mystery to him. He had never understood quite what had happened.

'No Luke! I miss you every day! I told everyone that I didn't come back for you but I did. Of course I did.' She said, before quietly adding. 'I still love you Lucas'.

She stared at him for a moment, he looked shell shocked, he clearly had not expected to hear any of this. Looking at him now she realised she hadn't really looked at him properly in years. She took a moment to glance at his icy blue eyes; they were utterly unique, frosty blue with white lightning bolts flashing across them. Her eyes trailed downwards to the upturned nose she loved so much and then on to his mouth. Her eyes lingered on his lips. Without really knowing she was doing it, she slowly leaned in before grabbing him and pulling him in for a kiss. However she soon realised what she had done and quickly pulled away. Lucas regarded her for a minute, not really sure what had just 

happened. All he knew was that he wanted to kiss her. God he wanted to kiss her. Within moments his lips came crashing down on hers. She pulled away smiling.

'You still love me. Don't you?' She whispered.

Lucas stared at her, but did not answer her question. He seemed deep in thought, his eyes never leaving hers. Without warning he shoved her against a wall and brought his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. She resisted at first, she knew it was wrong. But in truth she wanted this more than anything and stopped struggling in no time at all. Soon her body melted into his and she began kissing him back. He pulled away briefly and opened his mouth to say something; however Peyton dismissed whatever he had to say by snaking her arms around his neck and kissed him so fiercely that Lucas tasted blood from her lip. He did not seem to mind that she had cut him off and returned the kiss with more passion, and moved his hand to cup her breast. He gently brushed his tongue against her lips, requesting entrance, which after a few moments of teasing, she granted. He was soon exploring her mouth and before long she did the same. Their lips became entwined, only parting when air became a necessity. He then started trailing kisses along her jaw line and onto her neck before sucking at her pulse point just below her ear lobe, eliciting sever satisfied moans from her. God she had missed him, only he could make her feel like this. Of course, she had tried dating other guys but it just wasn't the same. There was only one Lucas Scott. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, feeling his pulsing erection harden on her leg. She began tugging on his shirt, pulling at his pants. He saw her struggling and quickly helped her loose his pants; she then started toying with the rim of his boxers. She pulled away briefly and looked into his eyes, a thousand words were spoken in that silence, and they both knew it. Lucas briefly thought of a fitting quote from a book he had read 'true lovers don't need to tell each other that they are in love, they know they are'. They looked at each other a second longer before their lips crashed together for another passionate kiss, she stripped him of his boxers and he pulled her skirt up before ripping off her silky thong.

'I want you Peyton, I want you right now' Lucas whispered in her ear, before tracing a line of kisses down her neck.

'Take me...now' she gasped, biting her lip at the sight of him and within seconds her whole body shuddered as they crashed together. She savoured the moment, it was the most alive she had felt in years. In this moment it was like her whole universe was snapping back into focus, like she was finally waking up after a very long sleep.

...

'Where's Luke? Are we driving him and Lindsey home?' Nathan asked his wife curiously.

'Erm, I think Lindsey took off without him actually, she seemed pissed at him about something' Haley replied vaguely.

'Oh' Nathan said, quite surprised, 'well where is he then?' He asked again.

'You know what, I don't know. I think I saw him go into Peyton's office about five minutes ago, I'll go check and see if he wants a lift' She answered.

'Ok sure, I'll wait in the car' Nathan murmured, before making for the exit.



Haley walked slowly over to Peyton's office, the lyrics of Far More by The Honorary Title still fresh in her mind, suddenly she heard a bizarre groaning noise. She thought nothing of it before she hear d it again seconds later, she then realised it was coming from Peyton's office. Curiously she made her way to the door and looked into the large room. She smirked in amusement; Peyton was propped up against a wall by a seemingly handsome blonde haired man and seemed to be having rather a good time. 'Good for her' Haley thought to herself, it had been killing her watching Peyton's heart break again and again, it was time she moved on from Lucas. Beaming at her friend she turned away, before stealing another quick glance, cringing with embarrassment when Peyton started groaning again.

'Oh fuck, that feels so good; yeah right there, oh Luke!'

Had she just said Luke? Haley looked a bit closer, and as Peyton started pulling off this man's shirt she noticed a tattoo on the man's right shoulder, in the shape of a Chinese symbol. Lucas. Haley's insides burned with anger, she could not believe what she was seeing. What was Lucas thinking? How could he possibly do that to Lindsey? And who did Peyton think she was? She had turned Lucas down, she had broken his heart. At this moment her heart broke for Lindsey, and felt a sickening feeling in her stomach. She turned her back on them, her face contorted with fury. Haley had always despised infidelity, it made her furious, and it was the second time she had walked in on her best friend doing something of this nature. That was two times too many in Haley's opinion.

...

It was all over in very soon; Lucas quickly pulled out of her and put on his clothes. He briefly thought about what had happened in the last five minutes before glancing over at Peyton who was now fixing her skirt and adjusting her bra, she was still breathing very heavily. She slowly looked up at him, her face a picture of happiness.

'I meant it Luke, I still love you much... you still love me too. Don't you?' She looked into his eyes, she already knew the answer, she just needed to hear it from him. She had been waiting so long to hear those three words, she had dreamt about it for what now seemed like forever.

Lucas looked at her long and hard, the words were at the tip of his tongue, and he desperately wanted to tell her how he felt. He opened his mouth to speak before an old doubt crossed his mind, this was the girl that had hurt him so badly, this was the only woman who had ever been able to truly break him. Why would he want to be with her when he was in a loving relationship with Lindsey? Lindsey! What if she found out about this? How had he been so stupid, she would never forgive him for this! Everything had gone wrong. Everything had gone horrible wrong. He briefly tired to remember when times had been simple, when things had made sense. 'When Peyton wasn't here' a small voice from the back of his head said. The voice was right. It was all Peyton's fault! She had ruined everything! His mind processed all these thoughts before his face broke into a murderous glare.

'I hate you' He spat at her, his voice full of contempt. 'You've ruined my life. I wish you never came back.' He said before storming off. He knew it wasn't really true, but he just couldn't come to terms with loving Peyton again, it was so much easier to hate her and blame her for what had gone wrong in his life. He couldn't bear to look back at her, he had briefly looked at her again and the despair in her eyes broke his heart, the sound of her crying was like a knife to him, he had to get away from her.

He slammed the door for good measure, leaving her alone.