Simon held her in his arms until she stopped shaking, sobbing, and then hiccupping.

He noticed how wonderful it was to have her in his arms, almost as if she was meant to be there.

After she stopped crying, she pulled away from him quickly and wiped her face. It hurt him that she left his arms so quickly, but he understood why.

He tried to make out what she told me, she was having it hard and the fact that her father ignored her like she was nothing to him, made it worse for her.

He knew now why she was so reserved and quiet and hid herself behind her hair.

She wasn't looking at him, her body was turned and she was hugging herself.

Simon had a need to hold her, hug her and make her feel loved.

"Mira," he whispered as he got closer to her.

She didn't answer nor did she turn around to see him.

"Mira, look at me,"

She didn't turn so he gently placed his fingers on her shoulder, which was cold to the touch despite the warm weather, and tugged gently on her shoulder.

"Hey," he whispered softly as she turned. Her eyes were red and poofy and she was staring at my shirt. She was fingering her necklace, finding calm in it, thinking happy thoughts of her mother.

She looked so innocent, so vulnerable,Simon couldn't stop himself from leaning down.

Then, he kissed her.

She stretched up on her tiptoes, tilted her head, trying to get even closer. Simon slid a hand down her waist and kissed her like she was the air; and he was suffocating.

Her hands were in his hair, wrapping her fingers in it, pulling him closer.

This was no ordinary kiss, not for the both of them. Simon kissed a lot of girls but this, this was nothing at all.

There was passion in it and love. Definitely love they were both putting into it. The tingling from the kiss warmed them up and they felt fireworks from the kiss.

Their hearts were pounding and Simon pulled her closer to him, wanting to mold her body into his.

She fit perfectly.

He didn't want to let her go, never wanted to. There was something about her that excited him and he wanted to figure her out.

She, on the other hand, was confused about her feelings as they kissed each other tenderly.

She felt herself warming up, like a small glow starting somewhere near her stomach.

She shouldn't be doing this, she hated him but at the same time, she couldn't hate him. He was making her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time. He was making her feel loved and warm and she realized she loved the feeling.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, feeling his arms go around her waist and pulling her close.

She loved his warmth that blasted through his shirt. He was making her dizzy and causing her to think thoughts she shouldn't be thinking about.

She pulled away gently, and both were breathless. His lips were wet from their kiss and she blushed.

Why did he have to look so damn hot?

Her heart was pounding so hard, she was sure that Simon could see her chest thumping.

"That was wonderful," he whispered, his eyes shiny with something she couldn't place.

His voice was low and husky, and she realized she liked it and shivered slightly.

Could she be with him, even if he knew her about her dark side?

She needed to breath and being right next to him wasn't helping.

She pulled her arms away and placed them gently on his strong arms to pull them away from her waist but he held on tightly.

There was a cocky smile on his face and she was starting to like it.

"I-I-I," she hated how weak she sounded and cleared her throat. "I have to go."

"Can't you stay? They're still watching their movie and frankly I don't want to let you go."

She needed to make sure this was what she wanted, and not acting on a impulse. But she loved this feeling she was experiencing.

"Simon, I need to make sure, this is what I want."

She searched his face but he showed nothing.

"I need to make sure what I feel towards you, is real. I haven't felt like this in a long time and frankly, it's new to me and I want to learn what this is. Just give me time, okay?"

His eyes eased her and she relaxed. They showed kindness and understanding, something she longed to have from her father.

"I understand. I am a man of patience and I am willing to wait for you,"

He undid his arms and quickly dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. It was sweet and tender.

She blushed and stepped away, suddenly feeling cold.

She quickly walked into her room, up the stairs and into her arm, smiling for the first time, a real, true smile.