Thanks once again for the amazing reviews. I love, love love, reading what you think. Oh, not many spotted the 10 things I hate about you quote. I apologise for the wait, but this chapter is 5777 words long, that should make up for it. This chapter was heavily influenced by Smashing Pumpkins, "The end is the beginning is the end", yeah I got hit by the watchmen trailer, so you might see some words lurking around here.

Finally, I have to thank Mimi1rks ( and if you haven't read her story, shame shame!) for the help she gave me a while ago, I'm sure you can see the roots of your idea floating around here, she also gave me advice when I felt panicked. And a lovely thank you to my beta, Angel17712 who didn't throttle me considering the foolish mistakes I make- Thank you

So where were we- Oh yes, I remember the mention of someone leaving and rough fucking?

Run, Run like you do
I'm chasing you
I'm on your tail
I'm gaining fast

Pushing me away
if you really don't care then say it to my face

By Jonas Brothers

Pushing me away

Spots of red and black clouded her vision as Mitchie tried to come to grips with what she'd just heard.

"Are you sure?" Caitlyn asked in that firm and commanding voice that normally wouldn't matter much to her, but right now, she depended on that voice to fix this problem and reassure Mitchie that everything was going to be alright.

Peggy's face remained fixed in a grim expression. "Yes, I'm sure. According to Jason, he's in his cabin and refuses to let anyone in, including Brown."

Caitlyn stood there for a moment, carefully watching Nate, as if trying to determine what he was thinking before turning around and marching all the way up to Mitchie. She grabbed her friend by the shoulders, shaking her slightly before speaking slowly and clearly, placing great emphasis on each and every word.

"Did you just hear that, Mitchie? He's leaving. As in you'll never get to see him again leaving."

The only problem was, right now, she wasn't paying any attention whatsoever. Instead, the strangest picture took form in her head. It was a cherry blossom tree that she vaguely remembered spotting on her first day here. But for now, suddenly her mind was transfixed by the image. It stood alone, with no other tree too close to it for comfort. Old and withered, and yet despite its loneliness and age, it was covered with flowers blooming away in the sun in their different hues of pink and creamy white, which gave the impression of youth and power. But every now and then, a flower would fall down as the gentle breeze swayed the branches, and it slowly trailed its way down to the ground. It took time for that flower to reach the earth but eventually it would and silently it would rest below, under the shade of its owner, as if waiting for permission to die in its mournful sorrow. In this lonely and cold moment, she wondered if she might just end up like that flower; alone and abandoned but in her case, she didn't need to ask for permission, she wasn't even given the courtesy to be told that "Hey Mitchie, guess what? You're going to be alone for your entire fucking life, take that, you bitch!" Instead she was left here, in a desolate and depressing place.

She was bought out of her reverie, by the constant shaking from Caitlyn and the awful silence that would forever haunt her. "Listen to me Mitchie, he's going to leave. Are you telling me that you're willing to lose everything over pride and denial?"

She didn't know what to do, and all she could do was stare at Caitlyn and try to understand what she was trying to make her realize. "I don't think there is anything I can do Caitlyn," she shifted her gaze to Peggy, who had stood throughout this whole time in silence, watching the interaction between the two girls. "It's……his decision,"

she finished lamely.

Nate, shook his head, disagreeing with her,."That's not true Mitchie, well at least not the reasons behind why he's doing this." He looked at Caitlyn, and quickly gaining permission from her, he continued. "He's only doing this because he's jealous."

'That's utter bullshit,' she thought. "Why would he be jealous?" she asked skeptically.

He hesitated for a moment, looking slightly unsure at what he was about to utter. It made her wonder exactly what was running through that complex mind of his and she wondered how Caitlyn managed to spend so much time with him. And yet, it was as if she understood him, or at least that's what it looked like, considering the fact that they didn't even need to speak to communicate. It was funny that she and Shane couldn't even communicate while actually speaking, let alone not talking.

"It's mostly because he thinks that there's something going on between you and me, and so being the typical testosterone filled guy that he is, he's decided to be jealous and jump to conclusions rather than talk about it."

"What?" she spluttered in shock. "Why would he think that?"

Nate let out a long, suffering sigh, before saying something she'd never thought he'd term himself as being. "Because we're morons who thought they could try and fix everything, but instead, we screwed everything up,"

This only made her more confused then ever. "I don't understand what you're talking about, Nate."

"Nate, shut the fuck up and stop distracting her," Caitlyn yelled, which only made Nate scowl at her before looking disinterested by her menacing stare, while Mitchie really wanted to know what he was talking about.

"Mitchie, if you even care for Shane in the slightest bit, I suggest you go find him now and fix this mess."

"What if he doesn't want to talk to me?" Worry was laced heavily in her question.

"Then I suggest you hit him where it hurts, and do whatever is necessary to get him to use that brain of his." Caitlyn turned back to look at Peggy before asking, "So he's definitely in his cabin?"

Peggy nodded. "I'm positive he's in there, because I could hear a lot of banging,"

With nightfall in place and the eerie glow of the light coming from the windows, Caitlyn looked as scary as hell, and Mitchie wondered what kind of a relationship Nate and she had. It must have been a difficult one too, poor Nate.

"Go. Now." Caitlyn pointed towards the door and looked back at Mitchie. "Now!"

Shit. This was it. The big moment. She felt a bit like the runaway bride, except unlike Julia Roberts, she was actually going to face her fears now rather than later.

So she ran. She shot out the cabin like a silver bullet, whipping out to find her target and kill it mercilessly without a second thought. The only thing hindering her from doing so was the moment she stepped out of the cabin, she stopped, taking into account the fact that it was pitch black. It was as if the dark was her haunting melody, mocking her because she was now indefinitely about to lose something and it was too late. It played the tune that her mind wanted her to listen to, but the one that her stupid heart refused to pay any heed to.

Slowly, she followed the steps that would take her to the ground and lead her to the path towards her salvation. She felt like a princess. A pale and ruined princess who watched her castle fall to crumbles because Prince Charming was too damn screwed up to help her and to save her from the dragon and tell her all would be okay. Instead, she stood alone and the world unfolded itself and was blown to smithereens.

The rough and worn out path stood before her calling her to take the steps towards him and to seek him out. As she walked her way down, she thought about whether he was happy in his mind. What place had he found? Was it happiness or was it void and dark? Did he feel proud of himself? Because she didn't. For now she stood alone, simply flesh and blood, and nothing else. There was no distinction to what made her an individual or what allowed her to love. She only existed. Maybe that's what heartbreak did to someone, so this was what heartbreak felt like. Funny though, a few minutes ago, she wasn't really sure she wanted to talk to Shane, but maybe that was because she wasn't lucid.

She slowly got closer and closer to his cabin. The closer she got, the louder her heart thrummed against her chest as if it knew something big was about to happen. But what if all that took place was a few nasty exchanges of words and nothing else? They might just simply part ways and finish this here so they didn't need to face any of this ever again. Because what was the point of carrying on? Would it even make her happy? What if it only brought her pain and anguish? Hadn't she had enough of that already? Maybe not. Well, at least that's what the sky seemed to think as it rumbled above her, disagreeing with her. Well, wasn't this comforting. The only solace she had was from a bitch called the sky.

She stopped in front of his cabin. She wasn't even going to refer to him by his name. He was simply going to be known as he, so that way she wouldn't feel upset or like a humongous piece of shit. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. This was probably going to be the only peaceful moment that she would have for a while; dealing with him was always a headache.

She grabbed the door knob, and with a bit of fumbling, managed to open the door. It creaked slightly, but as she peered inside, all she saw was darkness. That is until she saw him, standing there by the window as the pale glow of the moonlight illuminated his face. And the moment reminded her of when she was watching him in secret; he looked the same now just as he did four days ago. Nothing had changed in his appearance. He wore the same black outfit, his hair looked the same and he still looked like a god. But she knew the inside of him had changed. Probably blackened itself into charcoal.

It was only now that she noticed what it was that he was so carefully watching. There was a bowl of clear glass that was filled with water and in it was a gold fish that kept swimming back and forth. She watched how his eyes trailed it, following it carefully.

The room was a mess, clothes were scattered all over the floor, and things had been smashed harshly. The only things intact were the bed and that fish.

And it scared the shit out of her, because Shane Gray had lost it.

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How long will I be waiting,
To be with you again
Gonna tell you that I love you,
In the best way that I can.
I can't take a day without you here,
You're the light that makes my darkness disappear.

By Jonas Brothers

When you look me in the eyes

That fish represented him.

It was trapped just like him. In this suffering and claustrophobic bowl filled with crap water, Shane could tell it wanted to get out and be in its natural surroundings. He sympathized with it because he too felt out of it. In a body that didn't feel like his. He wore skin that didn't belong to him.

He was in love with someone that didn't belong to him, nor did she love him. And he was reminded of that in such a timely manner thanks to Tess. He wondered if she was happy with the shit she was putting him through, if she actually felt pleased with the pain she was inflicting upon him. He got it; she didn't love him. Fair enough. There was no point in him being here anymore.

"Shane?" he heard someone say, or more specifically, her say.

Great, just great. Now, he was hallucinating about her. Sad, wasn't it? He was trying so hard to forget her, and yet, his subconscious wouldn't allow it. It flat out refused at the idea.

"Shane?"

Maybe his subconscious just wanted to torture him. No wonder it managed to imitate her voice so perfectly. If he just stared at the fish a little harder, maybe his subconscious would stop persisting and leave him alone.

"Shane, what are you looking at?" it asked him.

As if it didn't fucking know.

"Why don't you look at me?" the voice asked, in that perfect smooth tone.

"And why would I do that? You don't exist. Why would I look at something that doesn't exist?" he said, shrugging his shoulders in defiance.

Fantastic. He was talking to his very own imaginary voice. He'd officially lost it.

"Why don't you turn around and see for yourself? Then you can tell me anything you want." It continued in its convincing flow of words.

"Look, can't you just leave me alone?" He asked angrily. He really didn't have time for this.

"Shane, turn around," the voice told him persistently.

He spun around, about to smash something in the wall. "For fucks sak-" except he never got far considering the woman who stood before him was very corporeal and not a mere figment of his frustrated imagination. She looked just as she did earlier on in the morning. But there was something guarded and hidden in her expression, along with a tinge of resignation.

The agitation he'd felt all day, along with the rich fuel of hatred and resentment suddenly clawed it's way out, roaring to life and wanting revenge.

"Go away Mitchie. I don't want to see your face." he said in an acerbic tone.

He watched her, as she stood there fidgeting away with her hands. Despite the fact that he was angry at her, he also wanted to preserve her image and make sure he'd stored it for safekeeping in his mind so that maybe some other day when he would miss her terribly, he would have a picture of her in his minds' eye.

She cleared her throat before speaking in a determined voice. "I came here to talk to you."

"To talk to me?" God, she had some nerve, didn't she? "What the hell could you possible have come to talk to me about, because everything is pretty crystal clear," he shook his head, disgusted and angry at her.

Her expression quickly changed from nervous to full on frontal. "You've got it all wrong, Shane."

At her little declaration, he was fuming that she would dare challenge him on what he thought. He could think whatever the fuck he wanted to think. "Oh, I've got it wrong? Clearly, you must be spiting me Mitchie, cause here I am, admitting my feelings for you, something that I wouldn't do for just any old bitch, and instead you slap it back in my face by ignoring me for two days and re-emerging draped all over Nate." He huffed out the last bit, most likely looking flushed from all that talking but it was so worth it seeing that priceless expression filled with absolute rage.

"I didn't do anything with Nate but talk to him. It wasn't my fault you weren't man enough to get up and tell me your feelings earlier on, instead of just moping around." she argued back

Oh, that was so low of her. "What good did it do me? When I did admit my feelings, you acted like a bitch about the whole thing, so don't you dare go turning this around on me," he yelled.

Her eyes instantly narrowed, the intensity of them burning his insides into ashes. "That's rich, Shane, considering the fact that you humiliated me by acting like the bastard that you are, kissing me in front of everyone like I was some kind of cheap whore. Was that your way of proving your love to me? Because that isn't love Shane; that's just a cheap shot at boosting your ego."

He was sick of this. If all they were going to do was throw cheap shots at one another, then there was no point in her being here. There was no point in seeing her face any longer.

"Get the fuck out of here, Mitchie. Just get out of my life and leave me alone. Leave my mind in peace." There was a sense of desperation in his voice even though he was angry. "Let me just live my life, but get out of here now, because I just can't take it anymore. This is fucking bullshit. Just get the fuck out of here now," he shouted out, hoping that would add more validity to the statement.

She blinked rapidly, shaking her head slightly as if sifting through her thoughts, her eyes avoiding his before she pursed her lips and said in an extremely low voice, "I can't though, can I, because I realised that I love you."

He would remember the moment for the rest of his life. All of these things would clearly etch their way into his memory; from the way she gnawed her bottom lip in worry to the way she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration at a spot on the floor. But most importantly, the way her lips were very pink and plump from all the gnawing and the way her long eyelashes framed that poetic face of hers that many might find plain but for him, it held everything.

She had said it so calmly, as if she was explaining the weather, that it took a moment for the words to sink in properly, so much so that he stood there like an idiot in a void and bitter silence. "What did you say?" he asked slowly and carefully just so he could catch the words again and trap them in that net of memory that was ready and open for this all too important catch.

Her head was bowed down very low before it rose one more time to allow her to look him in the eye and say with the utmost clarity, "I love you. I came here to tell you that bu-"

He swiftly interrupted her. "But what?"

He'd waited for this moment for so long. He'd dreamed of it, envisioning it day and night. Now that it was finally here, he didn't feel that sense of relief and happiness he thought he would. Instead, it only made him angry. What did she think, that all would be happy and merry after she admitted her feelings?

"You thought what?" he raised his eyebrows, mocking her. "You thought everything was going to be forgotten and we'd fall into each others arms, finished with a happily ever after? Because if that's what you thought then you were so fucking wrong, Mitchie," he told her bitterly.

She laughed at what he said, a long and mirthful laugh. "You're just so full of yourself, Shane. You make it sound as if you're the only one who was hurt in all of this. Like you didn't put me through anything at all. I realize that maybe I shouldn't have ignored you for two days, but guess what? Some of us aren't so quick to understand our feelings, Shane. I needed to understand my feelings, and now I know that you're someone who means a lot to me, but you cannot just go and throw all of this away."

Somehow, he'd maneuvred his way around the room fast and quick, reaching her and grabbing her by the arms, speaking in a low and menacing voice. "You have caused me nothing but pain, so I don't think I can take much of a chance with you."

It looked as if a light bulb had just lit up, and suddenly a slow and appreciative smile appeared across her face. Her arms remained fixed in his hands but she moved herself closer, so close that her breath mingled with his and her lips that were only mere inch away were slightly parted and open like a luring invitation. "Fine. If that's how you feel, then I guess there is nothing I can do. Only now, this means that I'm available, and I know Nate is very interested in me."

The devious little cow. She was playing the jealousy card.

"Good for you then," was all he could muster because he was trying very hard to not imagine what those two would look like together and convincing himself that he didn't care.

She smiled again, and she spoke in a very sober tone as if it killed her to even think it. "Oh yes, it's very good. Although, I do wonder if I'll get to kiss him today. His lips look so soft and firm. I wonder what they'd feel like against mine. Can you imagine that, Shane?" she asked, saying his name so enticingly, and he understood that she was most likely getting revenge for the shit he pulled on her with all of the sex talk. "Can you imagine he and I," somehow her hand had gotten free and slowly it trailed its way up his arm until her fingers reached his lips, and slowly her thumb rubbed gently against his bottom lip, "Together, all alone, kissing each other senseless while our bodies rubbed together," her thumb felt like an aphrodisiac, as if her lust fuelled its way into him and made him hot and sticky like candy. Sadly, he could imagine the sick little sight, and through the hazy clouds of lust and the way her leg rubbed against his, he realised there was no mother fucking way he was going to let that asshole touch his woman.

Yes, he admitted it; she was his.

He pushed her hand away, and looking deadly serious, he spoke out the words that he should have said a while ago. "Well, it isn't going to happen because the only man you're ever going to be touched by is me." With that thought firmly placed in both of their minds, he crashed his lips against hers, digging his hands into her hair and pulling her head to a slant so that those soft and warm lips of hers could part easily. He didn't have the patience to play games with her; instead, he slipped in and tasted her sweet tongue against his as it slowly rubbed against him, causing heated friction that was filled with lust as her mouth slanted over his and gasped in pleasure while their bodies moulded themselves into the perfect fit.

She seemed to be leaning on him heavily and as she pulled away, panting and out of breath, he realized this wasn't the time to have sex. It wouldn't be right because they would only be doing it out of anger and pain. For all he knew, she could be doing this to boost her confidence and bury those insecurities for once and all and him? He was probably doing it so he could piss her off and make her feel angry like him. Unfortunately, when emotions were as high as they were at this point, common sense and plain reason held no value whatsoever to the idea of hot and angry sex. They needed it, whether it was right or wrong, they still needed it. It was their way of trying to fix everything and the consequences held no importance. Whether it would ruin things further between them didn't hold any value. So when she grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and yanked his head forward for another round of kissing or what he liked to call tongue fucking, he didn't stop her; he simply encouraged her.

She felt hot, stuffy and extremely empowered. This was something she'd never done before. She'd just come here to convince him not to leave; to suddenly be making out in a dark and strange room wasn't the plan. But it felt good, it felt so right and normal. Then there were the encouraging sounds he was making which only made her feel more like a woman who was in control, for once. The way his hair flowed through her fingers was like silk and honey touching her hands. She continued in this pursuit, for once feeling no longer insecure and worried about herself.

He trailed his hands down her back, pulling her closer to him despite the lack of space between them, but he wanted to feel every inch of her knowing that it was only him and her, simply as man and woman. There was no Mitchie and Shane, just their needs that held importance for this moment. He walked them backward slowly and carefully so that his knees knocked against the bed and while she busied herself with his lips and as her hands wreaked havoc under his shirt, he gently laid down on the bed with her on top. She wore a simple dress with buttons at the front. Her thighs fell to either side of his hips and as she straddled him tightly, he lifted her dress up until it was pooled at her hips; carefully, he slid his hands beneath it so he could feel her soft back. She pulled back her lips pink and plump from all the exertion, and with agile speed, he latched on to her throat, suckling and nipping as she gasped in pleasure and shock.

He felt frustrated by the fact that she had too many clothes on and very little skin showing, causing a quick decision was made which involved the destruction of that dress. He let go of her back and reached her buttons, pulling the dress apart and hearing the satisfying sounds of the buttons going 'pop'. He smiled at that, and feeling extremely pleased with himself, he allowed her to push her dress up and over her head, throwing it to the ground.

Hearing him pull her buttons apart with male savageness was scary but also intoxicating like wine. She felt exposed and vulnerable knowing that he was seeing her for the first time in her barest form, something that no other man had ever done, but knowing it was Shane was worth it. She couldn't figure out what he was feeling or thinking through the way he was staring at her, but underneath it all was silent admiration which made her feel giddy as hell.

He laid there like a fool, gawking at her perfect body; her breasts were small and firm so that they filled his palms, her stomach flat and smooth, her torso slim and her skin a creamy expanse of white except for the two lonely beauty spots that lay hidden at the undersides of her breasts, winking at him in amusement for being rendered silent. His hands paved their way up her stomach and towards her breasts, her hands threaded with his urging him on higher and higher until he reached his destination. Quickly, before she changed her mind, his thumbs flicked out and rubbed the dusky centres of her breasts. He watched her eyes flutter shut as she took a sharp intake of breath and slowly, goose bumps erupted along her skin, making him smile lightly. He did it one more time simply to see that look of pleasure on her face, and it pleased him knowing that he could have that power, that he could make her weak. Gently, she rocked against him; he could feel her intimately and that only made it worse knowing that he could feel her and still hadn't gotten to her yet.

She leaned forward, her eyes dark and glazed over. Heavy with yearning, she whispered, "What are you going to do to make sure I stay?" She wanted him to do things to her that had never been done to her before. She wanted him to do them; not Nate, not anyone else, just him.

"I'm going to fuck you till your screaming my name alone," he growled as he jerked forward while she rotated and ground her hips against him, wanting to be inside of her badly, but there was still one piece of clothing still in their way. He lifted himself up so that she was pressed against him tightly and he flipped them over.

His hands slid down her body caressing every inch until he found the edge of her underwear and pulled them down while she lifted herself to help him remove them. At the same time, she pulled his shirt off and helped him with his all too famous pants; right now, the tightness of them was becoming a bitch and she quickly discarded them on the war torn floor. When finished with the task, he lay between her thighs, just silently admiring her beauty as she tenderly pushed strands of his hair away from his eyes. He kissed her mouth one more time before descending down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck, down to the valley of her breasts paying extra attention to each one. As he got lower and lower, her hands gripped his hair tightly until he reached her center. His hands gently took hold of her thighs and he drew soothing circled with his fingers. Her breathing turned heavy, coming out in loud pants as she anticipated what was about to happen. He teased her a bit, kissing the insides of her thighs and around her centre but never touching where she so badly wanted him to. He only stopped when he himself couldn't take it. His mouth quickly found her core, French kissing it with thorough enjoyment. His tongue explored her folds, making sure he touched every last bit, but most of all, he paid heavy attention to that straining bud of nerves that screamed for attention. As he continued to explore her to his devices, her breath hitched, making him worry that she might stop breathing, but when he delved inside her, she completely stopped and all he could taste were her sweet juices as she broke out around him, crying his name and jerking herself against his mouth.

It was too much all these emotions tunnelling into her at once; for her first time it was way too much. Bright sparks of light sparkled in front of her vision as she tried to breathe normally and calm herself, but nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of emotions and intense feelings. Apparently he had more planned with the way he was watching her like a hawk, this was her first time and the look in his eyes told her he was going to take her here and now, as if he was going to claim her as his own and that made her body tingle with excitement and joy. She was glad she was going to lose her virginity with him.

He climbed his way back up as she tried to calm herself down with half-lidded eyes and her arms lay there boneless he kissed her one more time, with a possessive and demanding fervour. He tasted like her, hoping that this would confirm the fact that no one could do this to her but him. She sighed contently, pleased with what had happened so far, but this wasn't the end though, at least not in his head. She shifted slightly opening her legs wider, inviting him further in an enticing way as she watched him carefully, waiting for him to make a move.

She smiled at him before breathlessly asking, "Are you using protection?" The only reason she asked was she wanted to be safe with no consequences simply because of impulsive actions.

He frowned before leaning over and reaching the side desk, he yanked a drawer open, pulling out a small blue packet, and took out the contents. After a bit of fumbling, he resumed his position and kissed her before trailing his lips along her jaw. He kissed her neck, burying his face against it before sliding inside of her. He met resistance, but pushed forward anyway, determined to get what they both wanted. She grabbed his shoulders, letting out a sob which made him worry if he'd hurt her. He froze, worried that he had done something wrong since her body remained tense and tight. It was excruciating; he wanted to move so badly but knew he'd have to wait until she told him she was ready.

She whispered "Go on," against his shoulder and that was his signal to make a move, now and fast. He slid in completely, making it feel perfect and it was a feeling that he realized only she could ever make him feel. He slid back out, and slowly a rhythm was formed between the two, where each stroke of his was met by the lifting of her hips. It was as if each touch and stroke burned them, creating an intense fire kindled for their use, and in sync their movements became more erratic, beginning with easy movements to jerks filled with fiery passion. Her sounds became wilder and out of control, sometimes even cursing whenever he hit a certain spot. It was as if this dance was created just for their sole use, made for them in this perfect fit. He couldn't hold out for any longer as she tugged at his hair and as he went deeper and harder, she bit her lip in bliss. She whimpered one or twice before he leaned in to capture her lips with his; he gave her a harsh and brutal kiss until he felt her contract around him. She wrenched free and cried his name out into the dark room as she crashed into waves of desire and need that finally let her go into complete silence. He could feel it all happening to her until he suddenly fell out of his rhythm and reached the same point as her. His vision was blinded with bright colours as he clenched before finally releasing himself. In a stunning moment of pure perfection, he felt completely sated as he lay against her shoulders, feeling very content.

As they laid there in silence, she stroked his back while he tried to catch his breath. He could tell that her mind was working like clockwork, thinking about something or another, since the silence was easy and contemplative as his other hand remained on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb.

"I never knew making love could be so ……..rough," she said thoughtfully

"Um, I wouldn't class that as love making. It's more of a rough fucking," he stated matter-of-factly.

He laughed at the strangeness of the answer until she punched him on the shoulder, really hard. He lifted his head to see her scowling at him. Way to go Shane, ruining the moment.

"What I meant was…. it may have been rough but that was only at the beginning; the rest was lovemaking at its best form," he amended, smiling that charming smile at her that melted most hearts, and hopefully, that's exactly what it would do right now.

It was silent; she hadn't said anything and it felt awkward, until she spoke.

"You're so crude sometimes," she whispered faintly, but there wasn't any coldness in her words so he assumed the worst was over.

He smiled at that. "But you still love me right?" He turned his head to look at her with a smile.

She never answered; instead, she'd fallen asleep. It was typical that he was just too good; obviously, he'd tired her out. Maybe he should be gentler with her next time.

Maybe.

Sex scenes are a bitch to write. They become even bitchier when it's the first time your're writing one, which is why it took so long to get this out. Hopefully it seems like the right moment for them to have sex instead of giving the impression of it being forced for the sake of it.

I'm sure some are glad that this has finally happened, then again some are probably not very happy.

Since I'm a bitch and want you to suffer in agony here's the next sneak peek-

He watched how that flower floated to the floor. It might have looked beautiful now but when autumn came, it would wither away into nothing. Shane and Mitchie were like that flower.They would eventually become just like it.

He noticed how she turned around to smile at Barron and he wished that she would smile at him like that, just once. But he knew that such things would never happen, for she could never truly be his. Ever.

Oh, so there was a reason for why Mitchie was blithering on about cherry blossom trees, hmmm what has the nasty author got planned, will she kil someone? Or is this something random and totally out of context?

Well, you'll never know until you review………………