"I hate physics!" Jessie, my best friend exclaimed as she stopped reading the book.

Right now, we were doing homework.

Kit said that girls and boys had to have their own group to do their homework since before everyone ended up making out before we even begun their homework.

I didn't mind.

Much.

So, right now Jessie was on the floor on her back, her leg crossed over the other and the huge physics book on her chest.

The poor book was littered in so many colors, it looked like a freaking rainbow.

"I mean, seriously , how in the hell am I going to use chemicals in my life. Never!"

I was on my bed with my head upside down and my arms touching the floor.

My homework was done so I was listening to music from my laptop with one of my headphones plugged in.

My straight hair touched the ground.

"Well, no one said to take the class. You did that on your own." I answered.

Chloe, Derek, Tori, Dave, Kit and Lauren were out buying groceries.

The only people in the house besides Jessie and me were Simon and Mike and I'm sure they're not even done playing with their video games since somehow they finished their homework in record speed.

Jessie tossed her book, turned over to her stomach and placed her head on her hands.

"Well, excuse me for trying to spend time with my boyfriend. If we're not allowed to be publicly affectionate then at least I have to be near him so I won't die from utter loneliness." She replied flicking an eraser at my forehead.

I sighed and turned around so now I was looking on the ground with my hair touching the ground.

"Mike has 5 classes with you and lunch. I seriously doubt one class without him won't kill you."

She gasped as if I just kicked a puppy.

"Won't kill me? Are you nuts? One class without him is like a year without rain." She said as she closes her physics book.

I sigh again. "You're being dramatic."

"I'm being cranky. I hate physics. I'm not doing my homework."

I chuckle and sit up on my bed cross legged pulling my laptop on my lap.

"You do know Ms. Castle will want an excuse? What are you going to say? A dog ate your homework?"

Jessie smiled and tied up her beautiful red hair in a ponytail.

"Yep. That's exactly what I'm going to say."

I snort.

"We don't have a dog."

"Uh, are you blind? Yes we do. I'll have Mike eat it or something.

"I heard that!" We heard him yell from down the long hallway.

As a werewolf he can hear practically everything in the whole house.

He and Simon were down the hallway.

Jessie blushed, probably not remembering he was in the house.

"Busted." I whisper.

"I love you, Mike!" Jessie yelled as she stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to eat then head outside. You coming?" She asks me as she places her books in her drawer.

Kit and Lauren said girls and boys had to be separated at night because of boundaries.

That argument was by Aunt Lauren because she doesn't completely trust Derek with Chloe and since Kit hates arguments, he went along with it.

If she only knew how late she was.

By months.

Jessie and I had one room, Chloe and Tori another, Dave and Mike another and Simon and Derek another.

It really doesn't work out since every night we end up with our boyfriends anyways.

The good thing about that is we can have sex except the problem is that we have three werewolves and they can hear everything.

But we're used to it. We don't pry in each other's sex life.

But I swear it's like a freaking sex Marathon on TV.

We have boxes, I mean boxes of condoms in each room and they're always gone in two weeks.

Simon and I don't have nearly as much sex as everyone else but enough to waste a good amount.

"No, I'm not hungry. I'll see you in a few."

She shrugs and bounds out of the room.

I sigh and lean back on my pillows looking up at the pink ceiling.

So much has happened in these past few months, meeting Simon, falling in love with him, turning against him thanks to Loren and being possessed by my mother to destroy him, losing my dad, moving away from the only place I knew, oh and running from the Cabals because they're hell bent on killing us.

We're avoiding them as much as we can but sometimes I wonder how it would feel once this whole situation is over and we no longer have to look over our shoulders every minute.

I feel a light hit my eyes and I move away from it to see where it was coming from.

There's something shiny where the light is hitting it on top of the tall drawer where I have to grab a chair to even reach it.

Getting curious, I get up from my bed, grab a chair and place it near the drawer.

I stand it and the chair tilts a bit and I wait until I'm sure it won't topple and I won't become crippled.

I stand up slowly and reach up to the top of the drawer but I can't see a damn thing.

Its dusty, that's for sure.

I move to the edge of chair and reach up a little higher.

I connect with something warm and I pull back too fast causing the chair to tilt.

I grab onto the chair and wait to reach again.

I grunt with effort as each time I reach further the chair threatens to topple.

But I'm stubborn and I want to know what it is.

I reach up more grunting as I get failed attempt to touch it but I'm close.

I feel it in my gut. I stand up on one leg causing the chair to move shakily and reach up even more.

I can almost see it.

It's pink and looks like a crystal and I want it.

I reach up and feel for it, my fingertips barely touching it.

I reach up even more and can feel a chain.

Is it a necklace?

I don't know but I'm so close, so close...

"Just...a...little...more" I stand on my tippy toes and I can almost grab it...

"What are you doing?"

My heart jumps in my throat at the sound of Simon's voice and I lose my balance, causing the chair to tip and toss me off of it.

Wind rushes through me and just as I'm about to hit ground, strong arms catch me.

I look up to see Simon looming over me with a worried look.

"You okay?"

My heart is still pounding hard from the scare.

"Scare me half to death why don't you?" I say as he lets me go and I stand up.

He laughs. "Next time, don't stand on a wobbling chair."

I roll my eyes and move away from him to flop backwards on my bed.

I feel Simon walk over to my bed and leans over me, his hands on the mattress on either side of my face, his face a mere inch away.

I feel his warmth and I wrap my arms around him.

I miss him.

Kit and Lauren decided since we had to be a family, we can't show our relationship out in public because for one, it calls attention and two, its 'wrong' to be dating your 'stepsister'

Simon smiles lazily at me and kisses me softly and tenderly.

I kiss him back and soon I feel his body press against mine and his hands tangling themselves into my hair.

When we pull away for air, he places his forehead against mine.

"What were you looking for?" He asks softly as he looks into my eyes.

I swear I lose myself in his eyes.

"I thought I saw something but someone made me fall so..."

He chuckles, his breath warm against mine.

It's been a while since we've been alone like this.

"You know, it's been a while..." he says as he trails kisses under my ear and to my pulse point.

His hands reach under my shirt and make random figures on my stomach.

I shiver with desire and I feel him kissing my pulse, again and again and again.

I moan softly as he sucks on my pulse point gently.

When he looks back into my eyes I see the love and desire in his eyes and I know mine are the same.

"Oh my god! Get a room! Oh wait you're already in a room!"

I sigh and without moving my body, I tilt my head back to see Jessie at the entrance of the room with chips and a soda.

"Jessie..." I warn as I hear Simon laugh.

"Okay, I can take a hint. Personally I wouldn't care but since your door was open I believe I had the right to tell you that no one wants to see you doing the hanky panky with Mr. Hottie."

I blush and Simon gets off of me so I can get up.

"Well bye Mr. Hottie and Ms. Blushing girl. I'm off to make out in the backyard!" She yells as she walks off.

I groan.

Simon comes up from behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach.

I lean back and sigh.

"I don't know how you deal with her, Mira."

"I'm surprised she's still alive."

He laughs and kisses my neck.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck and he does the same with my waist.

A sweet calmness washes over me as we stand like this.

His arms are caressing my back, his fingers searing my skin through my shirt.

He leans forward and kisses the sensitive spot right under my ear, then whispers, "It sucks I can't kiss you in public."

I smile when he brushes his lips slowly down my neck; I throw my head back and hope he continues to go slow.

"That feels so good." I moan as he lets his lips rest on the spot where he can feel my pulse. He kisses the spot lightly.

"Simon..."

He knows that it's my turn on and he uses it to his advantage when we're making love.

He kisses it again. And again. And again. "Your pulse is racing," he whispers against my skin.

I put my hand on his chest. Through his shirt, I can feel his heart beating hard and fast against my palm. "Yours is, too."

"Mmm," he says before I feel the softness of his warm, wet tongue replace his lips on my pulse.

I suddenly get dizzy and grab his shoulders for support.

His strong arms lock around me immediately and hold me steady.

When his lips sear a path down my neck and he gently pushes the straps of my shirt away to kiss the top of my shoulder, I can't take it anymore.

"If you don't kiss me I'm going to die." I pant. "Forget going slow."

"Someone's a little impatient." He whispers.

"Shut up and kiss me," I demand.

I feel his palm cup my cheek while his thumb moves back and forth like a soft caress.

I close my eyes and kiss his thumb.

"You miss this?" he asks, replacing his thumb with a touch of his lips.

"Yes," I whisper back. My hands weave into his hair.

All I can think about when his lips brush against mine is that I want him so badly, right now.

A flick of his tongue against my lips makes my breath hitch.

"Let me taste you," He moans.

I clear my head from all thoughts as my tongue reaches out for his.

He's a breath away, waiting for me.

When our tongues collide, it's hot and wet and slippery and slow … it feels dirty and sexy and beautiful all at once.

I melt into him as he holds me close.

Our mouths are open and tasting each other.

I feel like my insides are molten lava as he cups his hands over my butt and urges me closer.

I feel him against me, and his obvious bodily reaction to our kiss makes my body ache for his touch.

We're both breathing heavily now.

In one motion, I break our kiss and pull my shirt over my head. I'm standing here in my shorts and bra.

I take his hand and place it over my bra.

His breath catches, and the hot air around us seems electrified.

His fingers skim the silky satin of my bra and the sensitive skin between my breasts. His hands are skilled and slow.

He's teasing me, and I'm breathing harder in anticipation of him pulling the material aside.

Waiting is complete torture.

I can't wait anymore. I reach around and unhook my bra, then let it fall to the floor.

"Your turn," I say playfully, then tug on the bottom of his shirt. "I want to feel your skin against mine.

Without further hesitation he rips off his shirt and immediately pulls me against him. My breasts crush against his hard, lean body.

While he caresses my bare back and his hands move down to cup my butt again, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his body.

His hands hold me suspended in midair until he carries me to the nearest wall.

He presses against my body, holding me against the wall while we grind against each other.

His hardness presses against my softness, and I wish we were naked but at the same time I'm glad we're not, because right now I'm not in control.

I've lost it, and I have the feeling he has, too.

"Tell...me...to...stop..." He groans against my lips.

I can't. I won't. I don't.

Instead, I wrap my legs around him tighter, urging him to keep moving.

He does.

I bite down hard on his bottom lip when things get too intense, too emotional.

My hands are on his hot chest and I can't hold back anymore.

I wrap my arms around him tighter and whimper against his neck.

My entire world explodes around me, and the feeling just won't stop.

Then I feel him grab me tighter while he comes apart in my arms. It's just … wow.

It's too wonderful, too beautiful, too anything.

When we come down from our high and our breathing regulates, he lets me go and gives me my clothes.

When I'm decent, he hugs me and kisses my cheek.

"I suppose that you'll want some more later on." He whispers.

"You know."

"I always know what you want." He says as kisses me until we hear the honking of a car.

We smile and pull away and walk downstairs, our hands entwined.