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Alek was staring at me. Again.

Every time I turned around, he was suspiciously looking in the other direction, but my Mai senses told me I was right. It was hard not to stare back though. God, history class is soo boring. Instead, I concentrated on his breathing, his heartbeat. Just him. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

"Chloe?"

I was pulled from my world of Alek all too soon.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"I asked you a question. What's the answer?" Ugh, Mr. Foreman, my history teacher, was such a pain in my butt.

"Err… Britain?" Crap! I should've said anything but Britain. Screw Alek and his Britishness.

"No, Chloe."

And we went right back to our game of hide and seek.

After school, Amy and I were walking to her car when I heard a very British "Chloe!" from behind. I turned around.

"Training. Tonight at midnight." And he was gone.

I sighed. He was so confusing sometimes. Before, he stared at me for an hour and now he barely acknowledged my existence. I didn't get it.

Later that night

As soon as my clock said 12:00, I made sure my mom was asleep and climbed out the window, landing silently on the ground two stories below. It was a cool night, but I only wore shorts and a tank top. Alek and Jasmine were already there, waiting for me.

"Let's go," said Jasmine, and we took off. After arriving on a deserted rooftop downtown, we trained hard for almost two hours. I was exhausted.

Just then, Jasmine's phone rang. After a minute of "yeahs" and "okays" she said, "Valentina needs me back at the house. Alek you're to guard Chloe tonight."

"Alright," Alek agreed. Jasmine left, and we were alone. I had no idea which Alek to

expect, my secret admirer or the stuck up Brit I was so well acquainted with.

"Race you back," Alek challenged.

"You're on," I told him. So this is how it was going to be. Or so I thought.

Alek won in a landslide and when I finally reached my house, he was laying on the rooftop, hands behind his head.

"So," he said, without looking over at me. "You decided to come back?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Ha ha very funny, Alek." When I said his name, a chill went up my spine. He must have seen it, because he said, "What, are you cold? Maybe if you put some clothes on then you wouldn't have that problem."

"No, I'm good," I said, thankful he didn't know the real reason for my shiver.

Nevertheless, he sat up, took off his long sleeve shirt and handed it to me. It took every muscle in my body to make myself stop staring at his perfectly chiseled chest and put it on. Mmm, it smelled like cologne and warm and boy. It smelled like Alek.

I was surprised he hadn't told me to go to bed already, since I had the impression that he liked to boss me around. I wasn't one to miss an opportunity, so I carefully sat down next to him, our legs almost touching.

"Your hair looks stunning in the moonlight," he said, and reached over and stroked it gently.

Uhh, what? And awkward cause the moon was almost completely behind a cloud, but I said thanks anyway. I thought about complimenting him back but everything sounded cheesy in my head, so I decided against it.

"Close your eyes," he commanded. "And no peeking."

I obeyed.

I felt his fingertips, light as air, on the back of my hand. After a minute, he gently lifted both my arms above my head and pulled off his long sleeve shirt. I shivered again, but it still wasn't from the cold. He placed my hands down softly and began to dance one finger slowly up my arm. He traced the collar of my tank top, up the back of my neck and around, then drawing along my jawbone from ear to ear. He traced my eyelids, my nose, my cheekbones one at a time. He slowly ran his finger over my lips, which parted under his touch. By this time, his other hand had found its way up my back and now cradled my head from behind. Both hands moved slowly and ever so lightly, and he held my face. I could feel my breathing quickening and my heart was racing, threatening to burst right out of my chest. And then, he kissed me.

It was slow and deep. Even without my empath powers, I could feel everything he was feeling: love, longing, relief, happiness. It was just as good as I had imagined, but better than anything I could've dreamed of.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me up and placed me in his lap. Then, he really kissed me. His arms were wrapped around me, pulling me in closer, ever though we are already pressed up against each other. My hands were lost in his beautiful, blonde, Brit-boy hair. His bare chest radiated warmth and comfort. I could feel his tongue, tracing my lips, trying to find mine. I sighed, and Alek pulled away. Too soon, I thought.

He just looked at me. No, more like gazed.

"Alek, I…" I started, but just then it hit me how tired I was. It had to be at least three in the morning. "I'll tell you tomorrow." I yawned, twice, and then tried to get up but he held me fast.

"Here," he said as he handed me his shirt again. It actually was cold out now and I didn't realize I'd been shivering, for real.

"Thanks," I mumbled sleepily. I never wanted this night to end.