DPOV

I was walking down the hallway when I smelt Chloe. It was fresh too! Not even 15 minutes old! I keep following it, it led to the attic. I opened the door and looked around. I heard a heart pick up speed when Chloe heard me open the attic door. There was a ruffling sound of cloth scrape the floor as she moved. I followed where the heartbeat sound that was beating and I saw her. My heart stopped and restarted into an irregular pattern. She is my mate, my angel, most of all mine. But she doesn't know that. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing through her mouth-trying to be quiet, quiet from what?-her strawberry hair falling past her shoulders all the way past her waist, and her heartbeat was slowing down as she heard nothing since the attic door opened. I kept staring at her, waiting for her to open her eyes to see me.

"Hello Derek. How are you?" her sweet voice wavered, scared if she was wrong.

I was surprised when I heard an intake of breath and then realize it came from me. I looked down and saw her staring at me with curiosity.

"Hey Chloe" I responded.

I really wanted to sit down next to her but where she was sitting; it was only big enough to hold one person. I finally decided to just pick her up, move to where she was sitting, and sat her down on my lap. I let my arms hang loosely around her and when I saw her looking at me, I could feel my cheeks started to burn with embarrassment.

"Umm..." I heard her answered and realized it was because of my embarrassed reaction. I was staring off in space when I felt small things start to rub my abs. I looked down fast and saw Chloe's little hands tracing them. Tori had shrunk my clothes just to make me angry and to get Chloe to look at me more but I could tell she liked how I look or was surprised every time she would look at me. I felt myself tense for a second before relaxing and closing my eyes and lean my head back against the wall. Her hands were like an open flame on my body, if she didn't stop soon, my mind will explode! I felt her eyes on my face, but I was embarrassed for her to look into my eyes and see any fear.

I felt her get up and I opened my eyes -feeling confusion present in my face- but before I could say anything, she was about to sit back down so I closed my eyes and I was starting to relaxed. But before she sat down, this time I felt her swing her leg over my midsection part, she started to sit down with caution, and I swallowed something that was blocking the air I needed to get into my lungs, and waited to see if she was going to get up. I opened my eyes to see two blue eyes stare back at me. That's when I realized she wasn't going to get up, I could felt my lap was agreeing with what I was believed what she was about to do. I saw the blood go into her cheeks and was confused. I could feel my eyebrows go down in confusion. I started too fidgeted from the little weight above me, and tried but unsuccessfully did not succeed in shrinking the new size in my pants.

"Chloe, what are you doing?" I asked. I could feel my voice go up an octave or two. I felt hot all the sudden. I think I was so nervous because I started to pull at my collar, trying to cool off but that was really hard because my angel was sitting directly in my lap, no one will come up and get us or bother us, and we are alone. I saw her blue eyes look up at me again and saw a look pass over her face. When I saw that face I thought I was looking at the sun and the beautiful sun was melting me, melting my insides first, then it will make me melt into a huge puddle. I could feel my pants grow about two inches and heard the groan of the zipper. The zipper is groaning because of the weight right above it and that it couldn't go no more. I prayed that she can't hear it, but when her cheeks turned that peach color, I knew she heard it. I was thinking of ways to hide after these moments were over with that I almost didn't catch what she was about to say.

"You take care of everyone all the time; let someone else help you relax." Her voice sounded like angels were singing to me which caused my pants to start to rip and my zipper groan once again. I felt two small hands on each one of my shoulders and she started rubbing them trying to get the knots out. I felt her put more pressure once and a while. She started to slide her hands to my neck and started massaging me there too.

After a while she did what I wanted for her to do since forever. I felt her run her hands through my hair, then felt her start pressing down on the softness with her tiny but wonderful fingers, drawing her hands back and forth, hearing once again the groan of my zipper. I started to lean my head back against the wall, I heard my zipper groan again and now I closed my eyes, but I can still feel the heat coming to my cheeks from where she was sitting and how she was sitting. I felt my lips part and I started to groan when her fingers rubbed small circles at the back of my ears.

I'm not going to lie to you; I really want her to kiss me right now. This would be the perfect time. We are all alone, I'm pretty sure no one will interrupt, and I would love if my pants would stop growing and making the zipper groan. I heard her take in a breath and felt her small, curvy, and warm body move up and down on my body. I knew what she was about to do, I didn't try stop her but I did fidget when her body was closer to me, which caused my pants zipper to groan for the fourth time since she sat in my lap. I felt her small but delicate lips on mine. My eyes flew open, but I didn't move instead I moved my arms around her small waist and closed my eyes again.

I made her lips move with mine and I pushed on her hips to bring her tighter to me. I was holding her like she was an angel that has been sent down from heaven to give to me. I ran my hands down her body figure, all the way up to her head, tangling my hands in her strawberry blonde hair. I put my other hand down and felt the curve at her waist. She pulled away to breathe. I continued to kiss her down her neck.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." I said in between kisses. She pushed me away and I looked at her with hurt in my eyes. She just smiled at me and pulled my shirt up, once understanding I did what I was told. I saw her look at my torso and see the scars running down my sides all the way down to my hips and vanished under my stretched out pants. She started to move slowly, but I wanted her now but I had to wait. She slowly descended all the way to my hips and kissed at the ending of one of the scars that was visible without having to pull my pants down. I felt her make her way slowly back up, still kissing the scars, I heard me groan-my pants were stretching again, demanding to be taken off or opened.

She finally finished kissing all the way to my neck and now I thought it was my turn to take over and be in charge. I pounced near where she was sitting, so I ended up on top of her. I felt her small legs wrap around my waist and I froze. What am I doing? I looked down at her and only seeing her. This beautiful thing in front of me was mine, all mine. I can have her and nobody can take her from me. I strike so fast to demand her lips to mine that I heard her intake of breath.
My hands were going toward the area of where her shirt was. I tired to tugged, but I failed to pick it the end up to take it off her. I saw her hands grabbed the end of her shirt and pull up. My heart was beating fast as I watched her bring the shirt above her head so slowly that I was mad the moment that she was stalling. She had to sit up a little, causing her to drop her legs from my waist and in my face as she pulled it over her head. I looked down at her chest as she was taking off her shirt and remove her hair from out of the shirt. Her chest was perfect, not too large like other girls but not too small like she had at the Lyle House. She barely had all her hair out of the shirt, when I choose that she took too long. I tackled her again and I started to kiss from the crook in her neck, down and over her chest, down her curves of her stomach, until I reached her hips where her pants were laying at. She grabbed at the top of my arms and pushed until she was on top of me. Her lips rushed down upon mine and I gave her what she wanted. She was everywhere, but then nowhere. I thought I was dying, but to die like this I would take it any day than running from the Edison Group. I didn't notice her pulling at my pants until I heard my buckle of my pants be undone. She yanked the belt through the belt loops on my jeans and threw the belt into the discarded pile of clothes. I froze with fear when she tugged on my jeans. She had my pants all the way down to my ankles. I couldn't do this, but I wanted to. She had her body pressed right against mine and when I refocused my eyes, she was looking at me. She slowly started to rub her body all the way up till her lips were near mine, where we had to stop to kiss with pure romance, and all the way down to my boxers. I groaned again and felt IT grow again. I felt the heat come up into my cheeks and heard her giggle. She was making her way back up when I said.

"Chloe….. I don't think I can do this." I admitted.

She stopped

"Why?" she questioned.

"First of all, we don't have protection-"

"No I had and have protection. I have been on birth control before I came to the Lyle House. Now the reason why you don't"- I was staring at her chest as she was making this speech but before I could touch then she moved her hair so it flowed all around her body. I could see the heat coming into her cheeks from making her do that because of my immature boy hormones-" have protection, is because you didn't know you were going to have sex and"-she crawled up to my ear and began to whisper in my ear-" you're a virgin."

She lay back down and I was staring at her like I didn't want to be here. I can feel that I was blushing from when she I talked about protection and that I was still a virgin. I really wished that she didn't bring it up now. Yea, I'm 16 years old, going on to 17, and is still a virgin! I mean my mate has had sex before with some loser at one of the schools that she has gone to. I heard her sigh and felt her began to reach for her shirt, and pulled it over her head.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sounding hurt that she had to put her shirt back on because I was scared to have sex.

"Well, I can see your not ready." she answered back.

"What? Not ready? What makes you say that?" I wanted her to answer but I knew what kind of answer that was written all over her face.

"When a guy is about to have sex, protection is the last thing on their mind." She answered back with a "duh" at the end.

"I'm not like other guys, Chloe."

I looked at her and I saw her try to take the sad look off of her face and smile but I knew that she was trying to hide it.

"I'm so sorry, Chloe. Forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what?" she asked trying to act like she didn't know the answer already. But I didn't respond to that, except for a dark red blush that I was trying to tell her but I didn't want to say it and was embarrassed over what I just done, she sighed, took a deep breath, and began her speech.

"Derek, you are not ready to have sex. Just say it. I don't know if you want to, but I definitely know your body wants to though"-turning into a darker shade of red-"but you will, maybe not today, but some other day." And with what she said she turned and left the attic, leaving me alone and half naked.