I wake up to a loose arm wrapped around my waist and the sound of Nick's steady breathing. I smile automatically. I smile even harder when I turn over and see Nick's sleeping face next to me. I sigh happily. Everything in the world is perfect. The world is perfect.

Nick mumbles something in his sleep that I can't make out. I feel like running down my street naked and screaming – in the good way, of course. I have a sudden urge to suddenly give him a huge hug and shower him with kisses. But he looks so peaceful, so I don't.

I remember last night and how amazing it all felt…how right it felt to be with him. I mean, I was nervous and everything, but with Nick, he just makes me feel…

Wait, we haven't even said we love each other yet. I mean, I enjoyed last night so much. But this is just…wrong.

Nick mumbles something else, and I glance at his peaceful face and I suddenly decide that maybe, just maybe, it doesn't matter. I mean, Nick makes me feel perfect, safe, and…loved. I take a deep breath.

Okay, I've been debating this for a while now. You know that feeling where you'd do anything for someone, just so they'd be happy? That's how I feel with Nick. And, yeah, I have known him for two months, but it was so natural and easy to be with him. Could I actually love him, or am I just taking this relationship too far?

Before I can decide, Nick's eyes flutter open and he yawns, and stretches his arms out. I smile while watching him, he looks so adorable. He stops stretching and his arms drops to my waist again. His brown eyes land on me, and he smiles widely.

"Good morning," he says with a grin.

I reply by leaning up and leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. His lips feel just as soft and perfect as last night. When I pull away, I bite my lip. Nick smiles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. I press my lips together and frown playfully.

"What?" Nick asks innocently, "I like it that way."

I roll my eyes at him, but leave my hair where it is.

"How long have you been awake?" he asks me.

"Not very long," I tell him.

"Do you want some breakfast?" he asks, running his warm hands up and down my arm.

"Do you?" I mumble, not wanting to come across as greedy.

Nick smiles and nods, "Yes. I'm starving."

I smile and kiss him again, just because I want to. "Okay, why don't I go in the shower, and you make breakfast…please?" I add quickly.

Nick nods, "Okay." He kisses my forehead, grabs his boxers from the floor and puts them on. He walks away into the kitchen leaving me lying in his bed.

I take a moment to inhale his scent – what? The bed smells just like him – before going into his en suite bathroom and getting in the shower.

I let the water smash against my skin, heating me up even thought I'm already warm. I smile as the water becomes hotter, slightly burning my skin. I smile dreamily when I remember last night. It wasn't like before, we were both sober and we both wanted it. It wasn't sex, it was making love. Yeah, that's right. I think I love Nick. I've never felt this way about a guy before, at least, not this quickly anyway. You see, Jake was a totally different story. He was so self-centred, you know, the bad boy. Every girl goes through that phase where they want a bad, mysterious boy. Well, Jake came into my life through the phase. At first I didn't like him, but then we went on this date. We went to his house. And well, you can probably guess what happened. It makes me sick to think about how he treated me in the beginning. In fact, how he treated me all the way through the relationship; and how I followed him around like a lost puppy. Ugh.

But Nick, he's amazing. He's a gentleman, he's caring, he makes me feel like I'm actually important, and not just a toy. He's beautiful and he's amazing and he's perfect. I wonder if he feels the same way as me…

I step out of the shower and wrap myself up with a towel. I go into Nick's room and realized my top and bra are not here, only my jeans. I bite my lip and look around. I see Nick's drawers and pull out one of his tops. I put it on. It's way too big but it feels perfect. I hope he doesn't mind. I dry my hair with the towel and step out of his bedroom and follow the smell of bacon until I get to the kitchen.

I stand at the doorway and watch him as he flips the bacon, humming a tune I've never heard before.

Nick turns around and sees me. As soon as he does, a small smile that soon grows into a giant one appears on his face. I smile back, and then realize his eyes are travelling down my body.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind," I say quickly, gesturing towards his shirt, "I couldn't find my clothes…"

"You look good in my shirt," he chuckles.

I smile and Nick tells me to sit and the table. I do as I am told, I rest my head in my palms and watch him as he carries a plate with bacon and scrambled eggs to me. I gratefully accept it.

Nick sits down across from me with a plate of his own. We both dig in.

"Mmm, this is gorgeous," I say, munching down on my perfectly cooked bacon.

"Thanks," Nick says modestly, "But if you think mine's good, you should taste my mom's."

We both finish at the same time. I insist on washing my plate but Nick refuses and washes it for me.

I pout, "I wanted to wash my plate."

Nick rolls his eyes at me, "But you're my girlfriend, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you wash up?"

He wraps him arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. I have to catch my breath as his lips gently crush mine.

I pull away and smirk, "Okay, okay, you win."

"I should shower," Nick says, before kissing my forehead, "Make yourself at home, I won't be long."

He disappears out the door, and I walk around trying to figure out where to go. I decide to make Nick's bed and clean up a little. I make the bed first then pick up my jeans, bra, and panties from the floor. You'd think I'd feel awkward doing this, bit in fact, I can't stop smiling.

Nick suddenly emerges from the en suite bathroom and into his bedroom. He has a towel covering his waist downwards, that stops just above his knees. He's humming the same tune as before, one I haven't heard before. He runs his hand through he wet curls and sees me.

"Oh, hey," he smiles.

"H-hi," I say pathetically; he looks like he's just walked out of a commercial for showers, or something.

"Are you okay?" he asks me.

"I'm fine." I say, "I was just…um," I turn around to face his bed, "I was just making your bed."

He grins widely, "Thanks, you didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," I tell him.

I begin walking to the door, but Nick grabs my arm and pulls to close to him. I can't object when he kisses me. I gently wrap my arms around his neck, and he slides his head down my neck, drawing a line with his nose from my jaw to my shoulder.

He's wet but I don't care; in fact, is it wrong to say it's quite a turn on? ( a/n: ;) )

Our lips meet again, more fiercely this time. I push him towards the bed while kissing him. Nick drops me onto the bed and as soon as I hit the bed and Nick climbs on top of me and meets my lips with his, I'm falling through the sheets, through the bed, I'm falling in love with Nick, I have been since the day we met.

I don't know how exactly it happened, but in a matter of minutes we're both naked again and he's pushing into me, and it feels just as amazing as last night, it feels perfect and amazing.

I throw my head back and command him to go faster. Nick does so obediently, and every thrust, every movement feels so amazingly perfect that I just can't explain it.

"Miley," the way he says my name makes me feel like I could do anything with him by my side.

"Nick, please, don't stop," I beg, gripping onto his shoulders as hard as I can.

"I won't, I promise," he groans back at me.

A few minutes later we stop. We're both breathless as Nick collapses next to me. Both of our chests are rising and falling after that.

"I love you," I breathe out.

The words fly out of my mouth so easily. It's like I've been rehearsing it for ages, and now I've said it, I feel triumphant. I turn to face him. He's lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. I bite my life, scared he may not feel the same.

"I love you too," he replies, turning to face me with a huge smile on his face, "I've been waiting to tell you that."