After a few seconds our laughter began to die and his hand reached up to caress my cheek. My chest began to heave and my blood began to quicken. Every touch, every contact was so intoxicating. He slowly stepped towards me, his body pressing against mine and he brang his lips nearer to my skin, just lightly brushing along my jaw bone. I let out a sigh and he slowly brang his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I kissed him back with all my strength, my hands flying to his hair and tugging him harder against me. My mind was full of doubt about all of this but all my heart wanted was him. I was grieving for me of him and his touch. The back of my mind was filled with what my friends could be thinking or how worried my parents could be but As long as his lips were on me and his hands were caressing my body, I could only think of that. His hands slid down my hips, his fingers working circles on my sides. I breathed hard from his arousing. "I don't think I could every get tired of this." He breathed against my lips. I let out a giggle and wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing our foreheads together, our eyes staring into one another's. "Neither could I."

Later that night Ty prepared dinner. He done chicken on the bone, lettuce and made an effort to cook chips. He was quite rubbish at cooking so I helped him out with the chips. I smiled as I helped him out cooking dinner, his eyes occasionally glancing over at me, seeming to admire me or something. As I handed him the plates to put the food on I found him gazing at me as I reached out to grab them to pass them onto him. He suddenly snapped back into reality, trying to hide his gazing. I giggled once I turned away to finish off the chips and hand them to him. Once dinner was prepared the two of us walked into the front room and Ty served it out between us. Of course there was no TV to watch while we ate so instead we talked, we spoke about...well, everything. I asked Ty more about himself and he told me how he grew up, how he ran away from his father when he was a little boy and taught himself to survive in the wild on his own. "So, I take it that is why you're such an expert." I smiled, letting out a soft laugh. He grinned in response and nodded, "Yep. I guess you could put it like that."

The mood was alight with happiness and laughter between the both of us until my phone began ringing. I glanced down at my school back pack, the ringing sounding from inside it. I reached down and unzipped my bag and dug my hand inside it, pulling out my cell phone. I flipped it open and it flashed up, 'Mum calling' I sighed and just stared at it as the phone continued to ring. I could feel Ty's stare on me. "Who is it?" He asked. "My Mum." I murmured with a frown portraying on my face. "Ignore it, Gemma." He ordered, setting his plate down and making his way over to me. He sat down beside me, took the phone from my hand and denied the call. I sighed and laid back on the couch. Ty through the phone onto the floor and scooted along the couch closer to me and turned his body half way towards mine, leaning his face down to mine. "You're mine now." He whispered, his hand grasping my chin and pulling my face up, forcing me to look at him. My eyes stared into his and I breathed in a shaky breath. He could hear my nerves flying inside me and he brang his lips down to mine. His hands slid down to my thighs, pulling my towards him, giving himself easier access to my body. We continued to kiss, his lips deepening against mine. I reached up and grazed my finger tips from the top of his shoulder blades, gliding down his entire arm all the way to his wrist. I heard him let out an urgent growl against my lips in between how passionate kiss and his hands immediately grabbed on either side of my waist, grabbing my body and pressing me down onto the couch. His body hovered over mine on the couch, his hands soothing my body. I gasped at his passionate touch and his finger tips dug into my hair, running through it and my hair began to cascade around my face as he moved his finger tips through it gracefully. I moaned in pleasure from it and I felt a smile on his lips against mine as he continued kissing me.

I reached up and began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, I wasn't sure if he would stop me or not but as I suspected...he didn't. As I began to unbutton his shirt, he began to pull on my school tie. I failed to suppress my upcoming giggle and bursted out in laughter against his eager lips. He pulled away and grinned down at me, my hands pausing at the fifth button on the shirt. He pulled his hands away from my tie and began undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, as he did my cell phone started ringing again. Ty shut his eyes calmly and let out a frustrated groan. I giggled, holding my hand over my mouth. "I really did underestimate our parents." I laugh and he climbs off me, turning towards my cell phone that lays on the floor and he suddenly starts stamping on it. I gasp in shock and he peers over his shoulder, grinning evilly at me. With one final stamp the phone's ringing dies away and when I glance down at it lying on the floor I see the entire screen is splintered into millions of shattered pieces. A part of me is disappointed at Ty for breaking it as it was a birthday present from my Dad and I loved it but my heart couldn't care less, I was just grieving for Ty's love and my brain couldn't understand why.

Ty turned back towards me, ready to continue with what we started. My heart was eager but I suddenly felt a shield cloud over me and I began to hesitate at what was happening. What was happening? Was this all normal? I felt dirty, horrible...being a sixteen year old girl and going with a full grown man. What was I doing!? "No, No." I began squirming from underneath his urgent body and he gently began to pull away, his face full of surprise. "What's wrong?" He asked, shocked. "I'm sorry, I can't."

"What d'ya mean?"

"I-i...I'm sorry..." I began rubbing my forehead in stress. "I can't."

"Have I done something wrong? Was it the phone?"

"No...I just...I'm not ready." I battled to explain. Ty just hovered over me, looking at me in confusion. "You were totally into it a minute ago." He said in a cold hearted tone. Disappointed. "I know...I know...I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Let's just say, I had my thoughts flash before my mind." I murmur, pushing against him and he stood up, pushing off of me. I stand up from the couch and make my way over to the windows, pulling open the curtains to gaze out into the outside world.