Her name is (ah-saw-ya.). Hope you guys enjoy this story. I personally liked Corey's character and felt that he needed a little loving, you know. SO, please review. The song is INNA "HOT" This song was one of my favorites. you can google the music video if you want.

"Come on, babe, just one." The dark haired, big and burly guy said to the slim girl with honey brown hair falling down in soft loose curls who was standing in front of him where he was holding his phone, the camera ready for recording.

She hesitated. Not that she didn't want to. It just felt very...intimate. It was ridiculous. It wasn't like they weren't intimate physically. It was just one time and they were both a nervous wreck and they kept fumbling but when they had found their rhythm, she enjoyed every minute of it.

The intimacy of it. The power of it. The love in it.

She loved him. She did. He was a wrestler and a boxer and it did wonders to his body. Sure, he liked to flirt with other girls, he teases her and everyone else and so on and yeah, it made her jealous and mad sometimes but she trusted him like he did her. He even told her he got jealous when other guys talked to her or were in her mock music videos as she sang and danced, helping her guy friend with his video.

It sent a little thrill of heat and pleasure in her body when he had told her that she was his and only his. She never imagined ever falling in love with him. But she did and didn't want this feeling to stop.

"I don't know." She murmured softly as they stood in her basement which was filled with CD's, DVD's, surrounding sound system, a green screen where her friend, Cal and her father had fixed it where she and Cal could do their videos. It felt more like a high tech recording studio than a basement.

She felt at home here but more so when her boyfriend was here, his arms surrounding, his scent enveloping her like wings. She felt safe and happy and at home when she was in his arms. She didn't care where she was because as long as she was in his arms and he didn't seem to mind.

"Please. You dance and sing in the talent show where all those guys look at you. You dance and sing for Cal and his videos. How about me this time? Just me." He said to her, looking at her, smiling that smile that made her knees tremble and her insides quiver.

She grabbed her elbow, biting her lip and he groaned softly. "You know what does that me."

She let go of her lip, blood rushing to her cheeks. "Sorry."

He chuckled softly before placing down his phone and heading towards her, pulling her close to him, his forehead pressing against hers. She closed her eyes as the spark between sank deep into the marrows of bones, in her blood, through her veins, making her feel alive.

"You don't have to dance for me if you don't want to but I'd really like to have a video of my girlfriend dancing on my phone whenever I'm apart from you so I can watch you."

She blushed and hid her face in his chest, gripping his t-shirt in her fists, wrinkling the fabric. That was very sweet and she wanted to do something for him, something that would mean so much to him. He did lots of things for her. He bought her books that she loved, let her read to him even though he didn't like reading, he bought her a necklace with their initials engraved and the date where they first began dating, first in secret and recently in public.

He walked her to her classes and picked her up, dropping kisses that made her want to faint with the deliciousness of it. He walked her home all the time because he said, "he had to protect her,", he made her laugh when she was sad, he calmed her down when she was mad, he bought her ice cream when she had cramps, he bought soup to make her feel better when she was sick. He talked to her though the phone when she was in bed when she couldn't sleep but listening to his voice made her warm and fuzzy inside and the next thing she would know she would be asleep.

He sometimes sneaked into her bedroom when her parents were asleep and hold her until she slept where he would drop a kiss on her forehead before leaving out the way she came. She loved him and wanted to do something for him. Something that would show that she loved him like he loved her.

She pulled back and looked up at his face, every crook and nanny of his face that she had memorized. She knew his body inside and out, the muscles that rippled in his arms when he touched her body, making her make soft sounds of pleasure as he kissed her, knew the way he shivered, his stomach muscles contracting as she breathed down his neck, kissing and sucking that little spot that made him go crazy.

She knew his flaws but she didn't care. Because it was him. Always him. She removed one hand and cupped his cheeks, her thumb moving over the soft skin and he reached up to encircle her wrist with his hands, the electricity rushing into her hands and into her body.

She smiled up at him and saw the hope and soft lurking presence of desire in his eyes. She made her choice. She leaned up on her toes, since he was over six feet tall and she was only five foot seven inches, and pressed her lips near his ear where he tensed slightly before relaxing, his hold on her waist tightening.

"Yes," She murmured and she felt the excitement coming from him as he pulled back with wide eyes before they softened with appreciation and love.

"Thank you." He said before leaning down to kiss her, his hand leaving her wrist and going to her waist to pull her body to his as his lips moved over hers, teasing, trying to get her to open her mouth to let him in and she reached up to his shoulders before encircling his neck, pulling him closer to him as her mouth opened, enjoying the soft groan that he made in his throat. She smiled and they kissed until he pulled away, his breath coming a bit heavier than earlier.

He hugged her one last time before heading back to the couch and grabbing his phone to turn on the camera as she turned on the surround system, picking a song that she would sing to him. Just for him because he wasn't going to show it to anyone.

Absolutely no one. This would be just for him and he didn't want anyone seeing her in her jean shorts that showed her strong and tanned legs and loose tank top that fell of her shoulder whenever she made too much movement.

The speakers began to play the first notes and he frowned because he didn't know this song as he pressed record on his phone as she stood, already becoming that confident and strong women he knew insisde and out that she hid from everyone else but not him.

Never him.

"It's Romanian. Inna sings it."

"What's the title?"

"Hot."

He smirked and opened his mouth to say a remark about hot she was and that her hotness set him on fire but she shot him a glare and he shut up.

"Okay, ready?"

"Been ready." He said as he looked at her. He saw her close her eyes, could see her getting into the mood as the song began to play.

"Fly like you do it, like you high, like you try, like a woman." He jumped slightly as the song blared out the lyrics and his girlfriend began to sing along. It was uncanny how his girlfriend could sing along with the artist and make it sound as if it were a part of the song.

"You belong to me...I belong to you...Fire my heart. Burning just for you. When you're far away. I'm in love with you. Feeling that so high. What can I do?"

He saw his girlfriend sing passionately, moving her body and locking it at the right moments when the song played a certain beat and unlocking it when the song called for it. He saw the way she closed her eyes as she sang, as if imagining the audience in his eyes as her body moved side to side like a graceful snake. She pointed her arms at him before locking them together and moving them to her shoulder and behind her neck to pull up her hair, her head turning to the side as her body popped and locked and moved as she sang.

He was so turned on yet so amazed at her ability to dance and sing, her imagination running wild in her body as the song played. He was speechless as she sang and danced. She was so moving as he followed the way her facial features moved from passionate to sad before turning to that sultry look that begged a man to come and touch her.

Hell, he was dying to but he was transfixed at the way she moved and sang. Almost hypnotized. And he loved every minute of it.

When she stopped and came back to herself, looking at him like he was the only thing in the world, he loved that feeling, loved that feeling every damn time and he smiled at her, pride shining through her eyes as she breathed heavily, sweat glistening softly on her skin that made blood rush down south and he moved his thighs together so it wouldn't show.

She smiled and launched herself at him just as he turned off the recorder and tossed his phone on the other side of the sofa as he automatically caught her.

She began rambling about whether or not he liked it, did she mess up, was it okay and he laughed and kissed her hungrily, murmuring that she was beautiful and wonderful and how he felt hypnotized and turned on at the same time. She blushed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his body began to heat up with the familiarity of her soft curves and skin, body growing with excitement and desire.

She felt him and her faced turned darker as her eyes widened and her red mouth that was swollen opened with an O. He smiled, unashamed as he pulled her closer so she could feel him better and she had to bite her lip to stop the moan he could hear in her throat from leaving.

He didn't want that. He wanted to hear her. He wanted to know that he drove her crazy like she did him. He wanted her to know if she felt the energy between as he did. He wanted to know that he loved her, had been for quite some time since he first heard her sing and began to pursue her like crazy. He wanted to know that she would never leave him because he couldn't imagine his life without her.

Not at all.

He kissed her, his hips moving against hers slowly, gently, seeking permission to do the things they had done before that one time, where they gave themselves to each other in every way a man and woman could. She moaned softly as she snuggled deeper into him, the fire burning hot in his veins as her hips began to move with his.

He had to pull back, his heart pounding like a freight train, as he looked at her and tried to stop moving against her. She looked down at him, her honey eyes dark with desire and love. He didn't need to ask out loud what he wanted because he saw the answer in her eyes.

All she had to do was initiate contact between them again and they would be lost in each other. Which was exactly what she did but not before whispering the words that made his body fill up with warmth and affection.

"I love you, Corey Carling."

Corey woke up with a groan as the light hit his eyes as his forearm covered them. He hated this. He hated waking up with an ache in his heart that never seemed to get better, not after a month.

He hated this. Hated every minute of it and was so tired of irregular sleep, loss of appetite, the zombie-like trance that his friend Daniel told him whenever he came to visit.

"You have to stop this, Corey. It's not healthy," Daniel had said when he came over before.

"What the fuck you expect me to do? Pretend everything's fine and dandy? Well, it's not and nothing is going to bring..." He couldn't even say her name because it sliced him up and he began to cry pathetically. Cry like a baby as Daniel let him, crying because dammit he missed her, missed her like a fucking drunk who misses his beer. He wanted her back. Wanted her in his arms, in his bed, in his fucking life and she wouldn't or couldn't.

He missed her. He felt like he lost a limb and couldn't know how to function without it.

"She's gone, Corey. She's been gone for a month." Daniel said and Corey's anger grew in him like a fuse.

"I know, dammit! Don't you think I fucking know that she's gone? She didn't even say good-bye. She didn't even say good-bye..." He began to cry again, burying his face in his hands.

"It'll get better." Daniel said before leaving his home.

Corey doubted it then but now...

It'd been a month since he last her. Last kissed her, last smelled her hair that always made him think of the forest. It'd been a month since he last held her, since he last heard her voice, her laughter, last heard her say his name like he was goddamn king in her presence. One month since he last made love to her, missing those soft sounds of pleasure that he drew from her mouth as he moved with her, missing the way she clung to him and said his name over and over again, anchoring herself to him.

He sat up in bed, headache coming on and he knew he needed to take a pill but didn't have the heart to. Why had he done to her to make her leave? Why did she suddenly move away without telling him? Was she scared of a long-distance relationship? He could've tried to maintain a long distance relationship with her. He would've done anything for her. He would've sold his soul for her, kill for her so as long she never gave him up.

But he was so tired of being confused and anger began to grow in his heart, darkening all the good things he was when met her, reverting back to his old self.

He loved her but he was so done with this pain in his heart. This grief that seemed to choke his heart. She changed her number, pulled down her page, she was like a ghost. She was gone.

Fine, she didn't want him. If she did, she would've found a way to contact him. She knew where he lived, knew his number, knew his page but no, she did nothing.

He was done mourning her. He would force himself to forget her the way she forgot him. He would throw away the pictures and love notes they had given each other. He would delete his videos and pictures on his phone and computer. He was going to erase her like she did him.

He was sick and tired of grieving for her when it was obvious she wasn't doing the same for him. He swore right then and there that he would never fall in love with another girl again. Not after her.

He was going to forget her, hooking up with other girls and going to parties, burying the memory of her deep in the darkest place of his mind and soul where cobwebs would grow over them.

He was done.

"Fuck you, Asaya."