AMBER'S POV

Friday came and I was bricking it, after what happened. I went to Clarkson's office for help with physics, which he was absolutely hopeless at, of course not that he would admit it. Somehow, the conversation managed to progress to other things. Funny, that seemed to happen a lot with us. I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

"Why have you got a Bible on your desk?" I asked him.

"Well, this guy gave an assembly today. It was boring trying to preach to the kids and get them to read the Bible. I mean, like are any of ours going to read the Bible?" We started laughing about it. It was times like this I liked him more. He was so youthful, it was like he was 16, not 32. He even still had the birthday card up that I got him.

"Page 22. That's what you need" he said with a smirk. I turned to it and it had the 10 commandments listed. I started reading them out loud. "Thou shalt not commit adultery, well I won't do that…"

"You haven't got a boyfriend yet, so you're ok on that." I laughed and then raised my eyebrow at him.

"How do you know?" I remarked and his face visibly dropped.

"Well, I guess you would have told me" he replied nonchalantly, trying to save some face. I didn't say anything, just raised my eyebrow again. "So who is he?" he asked, and I swear I could detect an undercurrent of jealousy.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I retorted.

"Well, in fact, yes I would" he murmured, so low I had to strain to hear him.

"As a matter of fact, I don't actually have a boyfriend. Was that a case of the green-eyed monster, Mr Clarkson?" I wondered.

"What are you implying Miss Murray?" He responded in the same mocking tone.

"I am implying that you are jealous" I said bravely.

"And why would I be jealous?" he whispered. He had suddenly become very close to me. Without me realising it, he had rolled his chair right next to mine. I could feel his breath on my neck when he spoke and smell that god damn aftershave.

"You tell me" I shrugged. I glanced up, scanning his beautiful blue, piercing eyes for any kind of response.

"Maybe I like you" he replied, holding my gaze. It was quite intimidating actually.

"Oh really?" I teased. Dangerous territory Amber. Don't go there. I changed the subject quickly.

"I'm not volatile, by the way" I said, grinning, referring to a constant comment he makes.

"You definitely are. Up and down all the time. Prime example is this week. You've been a right moody cow at times" he pointed out.

"Oi, I take offense to that. It's not easy for me, revision is starting to kick in, and it's really stressful." I was nearly crying by this point.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you" he soothed, wrapping his arms around me in a close, tight embrace.

"I'm so glad I can talk to you Tom" I said. I froze when I realised what I had just said. I didn't mean to say his first name, it just came out. I had to admit, it felt good.

"I always here" he promised. He placed his hand on my face and tipped my chin up so he was staring into my eyes. That was it. The moment I knew there was no going back. I was in love with him. It was like he read my mind.

"I love you" he admitted with such confidence. I was in shock. My head was all over the place. The most gorgeous man in the whole world saying he loved me, that he wanted me. I genuinely couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I… I love you too" I stammered back.

"You don't sound too sure." He sounded worried.

"Yes, of course I'm sure, I'm just in shock. I can't believe you feel the same. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words" I sighed.

"Oh believe me, I know you have" he laughed. I shot him a puzzled look. "Oh come on. Do you think I'm daft? I've seen you staring at me when you think I'm not looking, teaming up with me in drama club when there is plenty of other able students, standing with me at and the birthday card." I could feel myself blushing, which made him laugh more.

"What?" I snapped.

"You're even more beautiful when you're embarrassed." He was staring deep into my eyes, blue on blue. I could see his eyes were full of passion and love. I realised he still had his hand on my chin. He leaned in and kissed me, a tender, loving kiss, with no hesitation. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pushed me back, onto his desk, deepening the kiss, his hands starting to roam, before resting on my thighs. He kissed my neck, finding my pulse point, all the way to my collarbone. I let out a soft moan. My body came alive at every touch.

"I don't want you to be some quick fuck on a desk, I want to make it special for you, want to go back to mine?" he asked, breathing heavily against my neck.

"Hell yes" I replied, also breathing heavily. We made the quick trip to his car. I could feel him tensing next to me, which made me smirk. I'm not going to lie, I was pretty nervous. What if I wasn't good enough? I decided to start running my hand up his leg, slowly. He had such a painful expression on his face, which made me giggle.

"You are putting my off my driving" he forced out, through gritted teeth. It only served to make me laugh more. We finally arrived at his house. I stepped in and instantly felt at home, something I took as a good sign.

"I love your house" I commented. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and his face nuzzled into my neck.

"I hope we can call it ours one day" he whispered in my ear. I turned round in his arms to face him.

"Really?" I asked. "You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it, but right now I really want you" he replied, with that sexy half-smirk that made me crumble. He took my by the hand and led me upstairs to his room. The bed was fucking huge. He laid me down and started to undress me, kissing me in a frenzy. I pulled his shirt off, drooling at the sight that came with it. He had an incredible body. Why did he want me? That question was soon forgotten.

TOM'S POV

I woke up the next morning to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, the quilt covering certain places. Thank God it's Saturday. I can spend a whole weekend with her. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. I grinned at her. She grinned back, still half-asleep.

"Morning beautiful" I said, giving her a kiss. She snuggled into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Last night was amazing" she murmured.

"Yeah it was. You're beautiful." I closed my eyes, remembering the events from the night before.

"I'm not" she muttered, hoping I wouldn't hear.

"What?" I was astounded by her self-doubt. "You're the most amazing girl I know and don't you forget it." She let out a happy sigh, so I think that made her more comfortable.

"So no regrets?" I asked.

"Never" she replied. "You?"

"Never" I confirmed. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, pulling her closer. I'm so fucking lucky.