AN: Hello everyone :) so the work overload has finally passed! I only have school field day on Tuesday, and then just a random day on Wednesday left to go! Then I have Graduation on Thursday! I'm so incredibly excited!

Anyway, here is chapter 7! I changed the storyline to Nina's perspective sort of half way through, so I'll annotate when that happens. Also, I know that I mentioned how I'm telling this story day-by-day, so that also means each update will more often than not continue directly from the previous one.

Enjoy :)

"Doing what?" she turns to me.

I can feel a pull inside of me, insisting I hold her and never let her go.

I ignore it.

"Tempting me. You're giving me every reason why we should give in to what we want and be together, when there are a million other reasons we shouldn't."

"Like what?" she scoffs.

"Well, first of all, Torrey and Ian. And that should go withought saying. Second of all, Candice, Claire, and Kat all saw us dancing at the party. That means Torrey probably saw us, too. And finally, because there's a great chance one of us could end up getting hurt," my voice breaks during my last sentence.

"I don't care about any of that! And I don't think that you do either. So why are you pretending that you do?" her voice escalates as she gets up from the stool.

"Why are you so prepared to go through every possible complication just to be with me?" I yell, although, there's not one part of me that is truly angry. I'm just scared.

"Because I love you, Paul!" she steps closer to me.

I don't say anything. I don't tell her what I know she wants to hear, or what I want to say. I only stare at her, dumbfounded at her confession. When I don't return her words, hurt washes over her face. Tears roll down from her eyes. She wipes them away angrily.

"Why are you trying so hard to push me away?"

This is it. This is your chance.

"Because I love you, Nina!"

The hurt disappears from her face. Shock replaces it.

"What did you just-" the words get caught in her throat as my lips connect with hers.

The second our lips touch, she becomes a drug to me.

I can't get enough of the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her. She detaches our lips to catch her breath, so I move my lips to her neck. Immediately, she moans into my hair and jumps into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and she locks them in place; with her heels digging into my back. A low growl escapes my mouth as my hands slip under her (my) shirt and grab hold of her lower back.

"Take it off," she whispers into my hair.

I smile. I move the collar of the shirt to the side and kiss her shoulders and collar bone before stripping her of it completely. As I throw the shirt to the floor, I feel her hands on the hem of my own shirt, desperately trying to pull it off of me. I lift my arms above my head to help her out. She giggles into my mouth while she throws it to the floor. I walk to the bed with her in my arms and we fall together, our bodies never seperating. She pushes me off of her, only to roll over on top of me. Her hands fall on the bed next to my face and she leans her mouth down to my ear.

"I-" her lips caress the tender skin just under my ear and fall on my neck as she draws me in with her voice. "Love you-" she continues. Her lips are now on my collar bone, traveling down my chest. "So much," she finishes. Her mouth reaches my stomach and her fingers start to work on unzipping my jeans. I moan in delight as I slip off her (my) sweat pants. I roll her over and pin her wrists to the bed.

"I love you more." I look into her beautiful, brown eyes.

The eyes that I fell in love with two years ago, and love all the same today.

It happened.

I gave into her.

There's no going back now.

I'm officially addicted to the way her heart always beats in unison with mine as our chests press together. The way she giggles when I kiss her neck. The way our fingers intertwine, and rarely ever separate.

When I'm with her, I completely forget that I'm married to Torrey, and she's dating Ian. I brush away the possibility of her changing her mind, because now, I know how she feels.

A groan leaves my mouth. I lift my head to look at the clock on the nightstand.

Sunday, 6:00 A.M. We slept through Saturday.

"Paul.." I hear a whisper and feel lips moving against my bare chest.

"Shh.." I look down at her laying completely on top of me, and rub her back with the hand that isn't connected to hers. "Go back to sleep." I give her fragile hand a light squeeze and rub my thumb gently across her palm. She groans. She removes her free hand from my chest and rubs her forehead in distress.

"What day is it?"

I laugh quietly and kiss her hair.

"It's Sunday. We kind of slept through Saturday."

"Understandable. I was exhausted after we.." she trails off and looks up at me, smiling.

"Yeah. Me too." I lean down to kiss her.

When our lips connect, her body shifts so that we are turned towards each other. Our chests rise and fall together and I can feel her smiling against my mouth. My heartbeat quickens. Our kiss deepens. My hands wrap around her waist and pull her tighter to my body, causing a moan to escape her mouth. She breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes.

"I love you, Paul," she says under her breath.

Before I answer, her lips land on my neck and her hands find mine on the bed. Our fingers intertwine as her mouth moves down my collar bone, to my chest, and back up again. I moan, urging her to continue as I dig my head deeper into the pillow.

"I love you, Nina." Her head falls with a soft thud onto my chest.

"What did you say?"

Hilarious.

I barely choke out a laugh, and she giggles, vibrating on top of me. I cup her face with my palms and bring her face to mine.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

Our noses touch, and I close my eyes. I wish that I could freeze this moment forever. She connects her lips to mine.

Nina's Perspective

His arms are around me. His hands are gripping my hips tightly. His fingers are gently massaging my stomach. He's whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

Then suddenly, his warmth is gone, the place where he laid, empty.

My eyes shoot open in panic and dart around the hotel room in search of him.

He couldn't have left.

He wouldn't do that, not after..

My heart begins to race when I see his discarded clothes are gone.

Snap out of it, Nina. He said he loves you. Why would he sneak out of his own hotel room, anyway?

While I'm having my internal struggle, I hear the sound of pounding water coming from the bathroom, indicating he's taking a shower.

Well, that's a relief.

A sly grin creeps onto my face as I get up from the bed.

He probably doesn't expect me to be awake yet. He got into the shower confident that I wouldn't be awake for a while. He wanted to let me sleep so he could shower alone. That polite jerk.

I step quickly towards the door and suppress a giggle before opening it stepping inside. Clearing my throat, I stand in front of the shower curtain and put my hands on my hips.

"Paul?" I do my best to imitate an irritated Torrey.

I see Paul's silhouette freeze through the curtain and he stops shampooing his hair.

"Torrey..?" he questions in a strained tone.

"I came by to see why the hell you haven't called me back. Then I get here and I see Nina sleeping in your bed. Paul, what the hell is going on here?" I screech.

Not bad for an imitation.

He turns off the water and I hear him swallow uncomfortably.

"Torrey. I-I c-can e-explain," he stutters.

A giggle nearly escapes my mouth, but I hush myself.

He's so adorable when he's nervous.

His hand reaches out from the curtain and grabs a towel on the rack next to the shower.

I resist the urge to laugh out loud. I wonder what he'll do when he sees me standing there.

The shower curtain opens and I gasp a little.

Damn. I mean, I've seen him shirtless before. But not like this. His skin is still wet, there are beads of water dribbling down his chest, and the towel is hanging low on his hips.

"Torrey, just listen to me. Give me time to explain before you-" his worry is gone in an instant when he sees me standing there.

I snap out of my daze from his words and giggle before rushing out the door.

He laughs back, and reaches to catch my arm. I slip away and he groans.

"Nina!" he shouts. He ends up laughing instead of sounding irritated. "Come here!" he catches up to me.

I yelp as his hands wrap around my waist and hold me tightly, yet somehow, gently as well.

"Gotcha."

His hands pull me closer to his body.

"Say you're sorry."

I giggle while I move and squirm, but to no avail. I know he's much stronger than me, but it's worth the try. It's worth it to have my dry and clothed body rub against his wet and bare body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, you're getting my shirt wet!"

"Actually, that's my shirt," he laughs softly into my ear and skims his nose up and down my neck.

Thinking he's forgiven me, I lean into his touch and close my eyes. I get lost in him, only to find him burying his wet hair into the space between my neck and my shoulder, causing drops of water to cover my once dry skin.

"Hey! Paul, c'mon! Don't!" I try to be serious as I push away from him, but when our eyes meet, I smile at him.

"But, I love you. I love you so much, I'm willing to share my shower water with you." he pouts. The pout is replaced by a slight smirk as he shakes his wet hair in my direction, and water flies all over me.

My giggles become less controlled as he entraps me in a huge hug and presses his still dripping body against me.

AN: What would you do if Paul Wesley was in a towel, still dripping wet from a shower, and standing right in front of you? ;)

I hope you guys like Nina's point of view, because the story continues in her perspective for quite a while.

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