Hope was working on some paperwork a few days later before she heard someone knock on her office door. It took her a few seconds for her to find a stopping point before she glanced up. There was Scott in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Scott, you don't have to ask every time," she raised a brow with a smile. "Of course, you can come in."

He stepped into the office. "I saw you were busy, so I wasn't sure if you wanted to be disturbed or not."

She rose to her feet and approached him. "I don't mind you being the one to disturb me," she reached for his hand and went up to kiss him. "In fact, I'm glad you came. I needed a break before my brain burst into flames."

"Lucky you," he smirked teasingly, hovering over her lips until she pushed forward to kiss him. "At least it's the end of the week."

She nodded, letting out a huff. "Oh, yeah, definitely. We should celebrate tonight."

Scott liked the idea. "Oh, yes, we should. Do you have anything in mind?"

She thought for a moment until an idea came to her. "How about dinner tonight at my place?"

"Ooh, I like it," he grinned at the idea of going to her place. "Will we be cooking together?"

"If you want to, then yes."

"I'll be there."

She laughed and kissed him again. "Good, then." She then gave him a few more kisses before she forced herself to back away. "Now, let's get back to work, so we can get off in time."

"Agreed," he nodded, and after one more kiss, he turned for the door. "See you tonight."

Hope grinned to herself as she went back to her desk. It was hard to keep herself grounded and focused, but she knew the date would be a nice reward.


At long last, she finished everything, just in time to get home and make herself and her home look presentable. She spent a while cleaning everything and setting out the ingredients for the meal they'd make that night. Once that was all finished, she went to her room to change. Since they were at her place, she didn't have to dress up in anything fancy, but she still made herself look nice while also looking comfortable. By the time she was finished with her makeup, a knock came to her door. Right on time.

Hope hurried back downstairs as quickly as her feet could take her. Once she checked her reflection in the hall mirror, a habit of hers whenever she went on a date, Hope went to answer the door.

"Hey," she greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, you," he replied, stepping inside once she opened the door a little wider for him. The first thing he did once he got inside was kiss her, causing her to grin even wider. After a few seconds, he pulled away. "I missed that."

Hope just chuckled as she shut the door. "We kissed at work a few times today, remember? Hasn't been that long."

"Still too long," he teased, walking inside her home with her. She led him to her kitchen, where she had ingredients set out for dinner, and when she got to the counter, he came up next to her and slid an arm around her waist. "What are we making tonight?"

She leaned into him. "Roasted salmon," she told him. "Kind of like what I had a few dates ago."

"Sounds amazing," he stated. "I'm starving so everything sounds amazing right now."

"Well, good. I'm glad you think so." She turned to the oven and set the temperature to preheat it. When she turned back around, she found Scott reading the recipe that she'd written down when she found it on the Internet. She grinned and wrapped her arms around him. "Looks easy enough, right?"

He gave her a nod. "It also sounds more and more delicious the more I read over it," he told her, putting the paper down. "What can we do while the oven preheats?"

Hope picked up a bowl and brought it over, and then she pointed to the ingredients to mix in it while waiting. Scott volunteered to mix while Hope went to boil some water as the recipe called for. As the water heated, she walked to the cabinet where she kept her glasses and pulled two out. She retrieved the red wine she bought earlier and brought it to where they were cooking. "Want some?" she offered.

"Is that even a question?" he brightened. "Of course."

She giggled and poured wine for them both. Hope took a sip once she filled her glass, but Scott waited until he was done mixing the ingredients before he took a sip. Now, they were just waiting for the oven and the water, so they had some free time.

"So," Scott began. "How was work? Are you still taking up Jack's stuff while he's gone?"

Hope nodded. "It was okay, but yes, I'm still helping with Jack's work."

"When's he coming back?"

"Next week. Becca will be back, as well."

"How is Becca?"

Hope swallowed another sip. "She's doing well, from what I've heard. She's in good hands."

Scott smiled. "Good, good. So she and Jack have cleared things up, then?"

"So I've been told, yes. But I haven't asked any questions other than that, so don't be nosy."

"All right, I won't," he promised.

"Good boy," she teased, kissing him.

When the oven and water were ready, the two continued with their cooking. At some point, Scott went to turn on the radio Hope kept in her kitchen, just in time for a Beatles song to begin playing. Instantly, he could hear Hope humming quietly to herself. He smiled at this and went up behind her to hug her. "You like the Beatles, I see," he murmured, swaying with her.

"Yes," she smiled. "They're one of my favorite music artists."

"Really?" he perked up. "They're one of mine, too."

"Are you just saying that because I did?" she asked, though she was completely joking.

Scott played along. "Oh, definitely. Was there ever any doubt?" He then leaned into her neck to kiss her skin there, and it made her shiver. A pleased sound left her, almost like a purr. He pulled back with a smirk making its way onto his face. "What was that?"

Her face went red, for she hadn't even realized she'd made a sound until he mentioned something. A small giggle left her as she bit her lip. "Oh, nothing," the words dripped from her mouth with the amount of smugness she had back when they first trained together; that voice she had right after she'd punched him in the face to prove her strength. That's how you punch.

"Nothing, huh?" his voice was low against her ear. That tone of hers was all too familiar, and this time, it was sexy rather than intimidating. Okay, maybe he was still a little bit intimidated, but that was beside the point.

"Yes, nothing," she repeated herself. "Nothing at all." Yeah, right.

He knew for damn sure that was certainly not "nothing." The smirk remained on his face, drawing closer to her skin to kiss her neck again. "I don't believe you, Ms. Van Dyne."

She drew in a light gasp as he kissed her there a second time, before she could even stop it. There was a complacent tone in his voice. Obviously it was a challenge to her. "That's too bad, Mr. Lang," she taunted him. Two could play at this game. By now, the food in front of her was the last thing on her mind, but she tried to make it seem otherwise. With the same smirk as he had, she ever so slightly pressed back against him, her ass meeting his hips. If he was going to test her, she was going to return the favor.

"Whoa, what was that?" his hands went to rest on her hips as their hips met. "That was new." It was new and he was certainly enjoying it.

"What are you gonna do about it, Mr. Lang?" after spending a while not looking at him, she turned to peer at him from over her shoulder. There was her smirk again.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he went right for her neck again, this time nipping gently, occasionally flicking out his tongue to taste her. It made her completely forget about everything else. Part of her wanted to resist. Scott had an unfair advantage on her. But at the same time, what he was doing felt really, really nice. Damn this man.

All of a sudden, she got her conscience back, and she had to force herself to focus on the food preparation. Her skin was covered in chill bumps, neck tingling where he'd kissed and nipped and licked at her, and her heart had begun to flutter in her chest. But that wasn't stopping her this time. Despite his attempts (and thanks to a lot of self-control), she didn't give in. She couldn't deny to herself how good the kissing felt, because good God Scott Lang was a fantastic kisser. She could, however, control herself to make it look like he hadn't just found one of her biggest weaknesses.

After a while, the salmon was finally finished, and then Hope went to set the table for them. Once she'd set down the plates, silverware, napkins, and trivets on the table, she and Scott brought the food they'd made over just before they sat down. The whole room smelled like salmon, and it was a nice smell. It made both their stomachs growl. They fixed themselves their plates, and at long last, they settled to eat. As they did, they spoke of the suits, work, Cassie, and other things. Every so often, she'd cross her legs and rub her foot against his leg. At the same time, Scott's eyes would flicker over her face and the rest of her. Hope's eyes did the same. When a long while passed and they realized that they'd spent several moments staring at one another like lovebirds, and they'd immediately go back to eating. Then it would happen again. And again. Scott began to tense, his movements almost robotic as he tried to control himself. Hope stayed relaxed. She refused to outwardly show him that her own patience was wearing thin, and she was close to the breaking point.

They eventually finished eating, and Hope stood to take her plate to the sink. Scott followed her quickly. How was she being so calm? He was barely holding onto whatever control he had left. His face was beginning to grow sweaty and red, his fists clenching every so often as he held himself back. Up until then, he'd been playing along to see if she'd make a move, but he'd turned into a time bomb now. Green eyes examined her up and down, switching between her neck, her shoulders, her waist, her breasts, her ass…

He suddenly blinked and entered reality again when Hope finished the dishes and moved past him, and it forced his gaze to follow her motions. Eyes were fixed on her with his growing desire, until she turned around. They locked gazes, and that was when Hope saw the way his eyes were beginning to cloud with want. It amused her, especially since he seemed to be breaking first.

"Whatcha looking at, Mr. Lang?" she asked him teasingly.

God there was so much intentional smugness in her lowered voice. Scott had a hard time trying to find the words just then. "I—uh—what?" Wow, he hadn't even been paying attention to what she'd said. She was really good at this game.

The woman emitted an entertained chuckle, and she decided to stop teasing him so much since it was obvious he was failing to hold himself together. With her hand, she waved for him to follow her. "Come on, let's go sit down."

She led the way into the living room. Since her back was to him, she couldn't see him, and therefore she couldn't see how his expression had changed. She walked toward the TV and turned it on. The news channel came onto the screen, because other than Netflix, she didn't really watch anything else. "So, do you wanna watch a movie, or something—?"

She was suddenly cut off when Scott came up from behind, whirled her around and kissed her. That was it. He couldn't take the tension any longer. He'd cracked the moment she stood from kneeling before the TV, the moment he said fuck it. The kiss was hungry, aggressive. Hope's knees almost gave out the instant their lips touched, but he held her up so she didn't become a puddle at his feet. Realizing she'd made it further than he had, she smirked against his lips.

"I knew you'd crack first," she crooned, taking his lower lip in her teeth for a moment.

"Good god, you were killing me," he admitted, his voice hoarse as it had thickened. It was a low murmur, a wonderful sound to her. The cadence of how he spoke was suddenly arousing to her. "How were you so calm?"

"Believe it or not, I was close to cracking, as well."

"You sneaky woman," he hovered over her lips. When she leaned in to capture them, he'd pull back so she couldn't. Though, he kept extremely close to her. He did this a few times until she pouted at him. He let out a devious chuckle. While he was distracted, she brought her hands up quickly to pull him to her lips, frustrated with the teasing. Scott grinned. "See? Now you know how I feel—"

"—Don't talk," she hissed against his lips. "I want your lips on my neck again."

And she got what she wanted right away. Oh, god, those lips on her neck again… There was no holding back any of the sounds she made, now. It was impossible now that she was past the breaking point. She had to use her arms to keep herself up, clinging to his shoulders as her legs turned to jelly. How she still had strength in her arms was beyond her. Thank god Scott's were there to hold her up.

He worked her skin with his lips for a while before he threw his tongue and teeth into the mix. It was when his teeth met her neck when she almost lost it. A pleased moan escaped her. She was panting as she clung to him. Her knuckles were turning white as her fists clenched in his shirt. There was something about the way Scott Lang tended to her neck that just made her lose every bit of her willpower.

As he continued with her neck, Scott put his hands to work. First, they slid down slowly to find the small of her back. But he wasn't satisfied with just that. His fingers searched for the hem of her shirt and pulled up on it until he could feel the skin of her back. Hands explored that area for a while, rubbing up and down, and they returned to her lower back, lower than before, right at the hem of the denim she wore. Though he didn't move past there. She didn't seem to be complaining, but he wasn't taking any chances. His focus remained on her neck, biting, kissing, and licking away at it.

Hope eventually realized that he was hesitating with those hands of his, so while holding onto him with one arm, the other reached behind to find his. She took hold of his wrist and started urging it downward in a hurried manner. Now that he had permission, he obliged, pushing his hands past the hem of her pants, as well as her lace panties, until he was cupping the curve of her ass… that perfect ass of hers. As he explored it, he trailed his lips back up to her hers to deeply kiss her, his tongue immediately sliding deep into her wide-open mouth. Whatever moans she released were sent right into his mouth. The longer they kissed, the more aggressive and hungry they became, the more Scott filled with desire, in more ways than one. His groin had begun to throb with his want, making his pants grow tighter. He squeezed her ass gently before pulling her against him to see her reaction to it.

Feeling the bulge in his pants sent a sudden shock through her body. There was a dull but noticeable pulsating between her weakened legs. Her body had been set ablaze as desire pooled in her lower belly more and more. It was so strong that she didn't even realize that she'd lifted one of her legs to wrap around him, keeping him pressed there against her. God, the things he did to her.

Scott suddenly realized what was happening. He stopped to look at her, both of them out of breath. But before he could speak, she did first.

"Take me to bed, Scott," she whispered her demand.

No questions were asked. His eyes were clouded with same desire she had, way more than before. In one swift motion, he'd hoisted her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around him. As he whisked her away, she released a laugh and started to kiss him again. He continued to kiss her on his way, bumping into walls and furniture as a result. But he didn't care. Finally, he found the door to her bedroom. After fumbling with the doorknob and eventually throwing the door open, he finally got inside.

Hope was on her back before she could blink, his lips meeting hers once again. By now, her mouth was swollen and reddened from their hungry kisses. Her neck was wet from his earlier ministrations. She could only imagine what he'd do to the rest of her. But she also had another thought. With whatever strength she had remaining, she used her martial arts skills to wrap her legs around him and force herself up toward him, rolling them until she was over him. Immediately, she went right to kissing him, and her hands cupped his face or went to run through his hair. Scott could only lay there with his hands stroking her outer thighs while she worked her magic. After a while, her hands went for his shirt. She started to unbutton it, but she couldn't handle it taking so long, so she just yanked. Buttons popped and flew everywhere, some clattering on the floor, others getting lost on the comforter. She stared in wonder at those abs of his, the same ones she constantly stared at every chance she got. With her finger, she traced his scars, and then she leaned down to press kisses to his chest. As he had with her neck earlier, Hope used her tongue and her teeth on his skin. Scott moaned every time. The sound became louder when he felt her hand slide over his bulge, just before she ground her hips against his. He swore this woman would be the death of him.

Scott eventually found a way to occupy his hands, once he figured out how to use the fraction of a brain he had left. Slowly upwards they went, thighs to hips, hips to waist, waist to ribs… all this moved the shirt in the same direction. Hope did him a favor and removed the shirt quickly. All that was left was her bra.

A soft moan escaped her as he cupped her breast through the fabric. It only took one gentle squeeze for Hope to reach behind and unclasp her bra for him. It loosened around her shoulders, the straps beginning to slide down her arms. Scott watched in awe as the garment slowly fell from her and revealed her supple breasts. Her nipples stiffened the moment the cool air of the room brushed over her bare skin. Desire rose even more than it had before. And then… oh, god.

Before he could even take the chance, Hope brought her hands up to cup her bare breasts right before his widened eyes. At the same time she drove her hips forward on him. He shuddered with pleasure, and it rendered him speechless. He could only watch her. He was way too mesmerized to do anything else. Hope helped him out after a moment, reaching for his hands and guiding them up to her breasts. They felt perfect in his hands. He gave a gentle squeeze, bringing forth a moan from her. After massaging them for a while, his thumbs found the stiffened pink peaks and began rubbing circles over them. She became louder. She even arched her back and pushed her breasts more into his hands.

"God, Scott," she whimpered with the pleasure. "Don't stop."

The next thing she knew, she was again on her back after Scott found the power to roll them. One of his hands immediately returned to one of her breasts, the other hand holding him up over her. He kissed her for a while, starting on her lips, and trailing downward. He went down her jawline, to her neck, to her collarbone, and then he reached his destination, hovering over the breast that didn't have a hand on it. She squirmed with immense pleasure and anticipation as she glanced down at him. He was looking at her in search of permission.

"Jesus Christ, Scott, yes!" she yelled.

Oh, god, that mouth of his, that mouth on her breast, was almost unbearably pleasing. And that tongue, dear god. A few curses fell from her lips as his tongue darted out to flick her sensitive nipple a few times. The moans erupting from her were loud, and they became even louder when his teeth took her nipple between them. She was clinging to him, now, curled over his head and scratching at his muscular back while he worked her breasts with his mouth and hand.

She suddenly took hold of the wrist of his hand that was working her breast and pulled it away. Confused, he drew back from her other breast to glance at her. Had it been too much?

"What?" he asked nervously.

She didn't answer. Not with words. She used actions, by guiding his hand downward, toward her center. Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that he wasn't overstepping. He adored that she was taking the lead. She was showing him what made her melt, and by god, he was definitely taking notes.

His hand unfastened the button of those jeans and pulled the zipper down. But she hadn't let go yet. She didn't release him until she'd pushed him into the denim. From there, she let him take over. To her surprise, he removed his hand, but before she could protest, he quickly found the hem of her pants and pulled them down, her panties as well. She lifted her hips so he could get it past her ass, and once he managed to strip them off, he threw her jeans and underwear aside, the garments lost on the floor like the rest of her clothing. Once free, Hope spread her legs for him.

Scott couldn't believe that this was happening. Hope Van Dyne was completely naked and spread open below him. Never in a million years did he expect it to happen. In fact, he thought he was dreaming. If he was, he'd kill whoever woke him.

The scent of her arousal soon hit him, sending his hand back to her to cup her heat. She shuddered at his touch. He slowly dragged a finger down her opening, bringing moisture to it in seconds. He heard her seethe as he began to rub circles into her slick folds.

"You're soaked," he murmured against her ear as he dragged his finger over her.

Oh, god. A gasp expelled from her lips in a breathy fashion. Her body shook violently as the pleasure became almost too much to handle. She was squirming nonstop. Fists clenched in the sheets below her. Her heart raced faster than ever, slamming against her ribcage like a beast trying to escape its prison. She arched her back, bucking against his hand as his fingers found her overly sensitive clit after a while. As if the pleasure wasn't extreme enough, one of her hands came up to pleasure her own breasts. Scott throbbed in his pants as he watched that.

"Don't you dare think about stopping, Scott," she seethed.

A smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. Never before had he imagined that he could get Hope Van Dyne to melt like that. Hell, he never imagined he'd be able to merely kiss her. This was some sort of dream, he was sure.

His finger dragged over her wet folds once again before finally entering her. She keened to the sky immediately. He found the ridges within her and stroked her there, and she shuddered. Once he got into a rhythm, she matched it. She bucked her hips against his hand with every thrust of his finger.

Soon, he added a second finger, and she nearly screamed, her hands gripping the sheets as pleasure was making her throb against him. She dug the back of her head into the pillow as she threw back, closing her eyes. Where the hell had he learned to do this so well? That was the last thought she had before desire took full control. No longer could she think properly. And the deeper his finger went, the louder she became. This was a side that Scott had never seen before, and he absolutely loved it.

Hope was in a state of complete bliss as pleasure rocked her body in sharp bolts. She was dangling over the edge by a mere thread. But suddenly, before she could come, his hand disappeared. Her eyes flew open in confusion and she pouted.

"Evil," she hissed.

Then she noticed what he was doing. The confusion faded away when she found him to be fumbling with his belt as he gave her a smug grin. With a smirk playing on her own lips, she quickly sat up to help him. Since her whole body was shaking, her hands didn't help much with the leather. But they managed to find some sort of control. Once the leather, button, and zipper were all undone, she did the honors of pushing his jeans down, along with his boxers. She went slowly as he did with hers at the beginning. One of her hands slipped within and helped free his erection.

Dear. God.

His shaft was long, thick and absolutely throbbing as she touched the velvety skin. He let out a moan as her fingers wrapped around him. For a moment he allowed her to stroke him slowly, the pleasure almost too good. After a moment, though, he brushed her hand away. She glanced up at him.

He didn't want this to end so soon if she continued only with her hand. Fair enough.

Scott was back over her in a split second, and he heard her gasp as his length met her thigh. It made her spread her legs even wider than before. One even wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. But before anything, he stopped all of a sudden.

"Wait…" he breathed.

She looked at him again. "What?" she whispered. Obviously, she was too far-gone to think straight.

His eyes searched her face. "Do we need a condom?"

It took her a moment for her to process what he'd said, and she shook her head. "No, I'm on birth control," her voice choked out words between heavy breaths. Thank God, she thought. She didn't keep condoms around since she'd been out of a relationship for a long time. There was no need for them. And Scott didn't carry any because he didn't expect this to be happening. They would be in for a disappointment if she hadn't been on the pill.

"Oh, thank god," he breathed. But he didn't go back to kissing her just yet. "Are you sure about this? You won't regret this tomorrow, will you?"

Was he seriously asking that? Sure, it was a legitimate question, but to Hope, it was obvious that she wanted this so badly. She pulled him down to capture his lips. "I want this, Scott," she mumbled against him. "As long as you want this, I want this. So badly." She pulled away to look into his eyes once again. "I'd never regret this with you."

He nodded as he positioned his hips against hers. Now, his shaft tip was pressed against her opening. He glanced back at her, locking gazes. "Neither would I," he told her, just as he pushed into her.

Finally. Oh, finally. She moaned his name as he filled every inch of her slowly. She arched her back again, groaning and squirming and clinging to him. Her nails dug into her back as she writhed with the greatest amount of pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. Soon, he was buried fully into her, every sweet inch filled to the brim. She wrapped both legs around him, keeping him there.

After a moment of pure bliss like that, he started to pull out. She whined in protest, tightening her legs to bring him back, but Scott had a plan. He pulled out of her almost completely, working against her strength, only his tip within her. She squirmed her hips impatiently, and then all of a sudden, he slammed back into her. She shouted at the top of her lungs, again and again as he started to thrust in and out of her. Every thrust in, he went all the way. He kept his lips occupied by sucking on her neck. If he was functioning properly, he would have stopped himself before he sucked too hard and would leave a mark. But no. That thought never even crossed him. He nipped and sucked hard, and he made his thrusts faster. In turn, she became louder. His voice matched hers. They were getting closer and closer to falling over the edge.

Her body became hotter. Her shouts grew even louder than before. She was clawing at his back so hard that there were evident red marks all over his skin. She felt like she was on fire, or close to bursting into flames. She was almost sobbing the pleasure was so good. She knew it would only be a few seconds before…

The orgasm ripped through her so suddenly, so powerful that curses flew from her mouth at the top of her lungs. She shuddered uncontrollably beneath him. Her breaths came heavy and fast. Her back arched, her toes curled, her head threw itself back. His thrusting made it even better, electrical surges shooting through her entire body. Never before had her heart raced so fast.

"Holy shit, Scott!"

He wasn't too far behind her. All at once, he fell over the edge so hard like she had. Fire exploded from his groan and spread heat throughout them both. It felt like Independence Day for them both, and it was oh, so good. So good that Scott rode it out for as long as he possibly could while at the peak of the orgasm. Neither of them wanted this to end. Honestly, who would? It was incredible.

But unfortunately, they eventually came down from the glorious high. Scott remained inside her for a while, his length still throbbing with the remainder of the orgasm. She was panting below him, completely blissful and evidently out of breath. Her body trembled with the pleasure. She smiled at him and pulled him down so she could kiss him. Scott smiled against her lips as he realized that he'd just made love to the woman he never thought he stood a chance with. And it felt completely amazing.

"Wow," he whispered, also trying to catch his breath. "Absolutely… incredible…" He couldn't even find words he was so blissful.

"Mmm," she replied with a nod. She couldn't even think straight. All she could do was lay there under him, looking up at him with a soft smile.

Eventually, he rolled off her and laid beside her, propping himself up on his elbow as he faced her. He couldn't believe it. Hope Van Dyne was laying completely naked beside him. Was he dreaming? He hoped not. He gazed at her with those green eyes, stroking her arm softly. "Beautiful," he murmured, making her blush.

She beamed and scooted closer to him until she was pressed against him. He was incredibly warm. She took a deep breath and took in his scent before nuzzling her face against his chest. She could hear his heart beating against her ear, a nice sound to hear. "Will you stay?" she asked against his skin.

His arm wrapped around her so he could pull her in and press a soft kiss to her temple. "Of course."

The smile she had went wider with his confirmation, and she peppered a few kisses to his hard chest. When she settled down, she suddenly realized how tired the sex had made her. Her eyelids grew heavier, and Scott noticed this.

"Sleepy?" he chuckled quietly. He kissed her forehead this time.

"Yes," she admitted. "You wore me out."

"I can say the same thing about you," he laughed. "But I'm not complaining at all. We're gonna sleep so well."

Hope released a few giggles. "I have no doubt. I must say, this was probably the best date we've had."

Scott grinned with his agreement, just as he sat up to pull the covers over them. Honestly, she didn't need them, because Scott was so warm already. But she didn't mind. As long as she was close to him, she didn't care about anything else. Neither did he. Once he'd pulled up the comforter, he had her turn around so she could lay with her back against his chest, his arms snaked around her to keep her in place. His face was buried into her hair, smiling contently. Hope quickly fell asleep in his arms, completely relaxed. Scott wasn't too far behind her, the exhaustion finally hitting him fully. As he drifted off to sleep, his smile never left him, and Hope never left his thoughts. At that very moment in time, the rest of the world didn't matter to either of them. All they needed was each other, and that was it.

It was just Scott and Hope against the world.