Courtney's POV:

Heather came home after the fireworks at the carnival and immediately barged into my room to check on me. I was face down with my head in my pillow, so naturally she assumed the worst.

"I told Duncan I would rip his dick off if he didn't come here and make amends, so that is exactly what I'm going to do! He is going to get it!" she raged. I quickly sat up to face her.

"You don't have to do that," I told her. "He was here."

"But you're still upset!" Heather pointed out, coming to join me on the bed.

"But it's not because of him," I sighed. "Well, not exactly."

"What do you mean?" Heather questioned. I paused, hating having to admit to Heather that she was right.

"He told me he loved me," I whispered.

"He did?!" Heather shrieked, grabbing me. "That's great!" She was grinning like she was the one Duncan had just confessed his love to. "But wait," she stopped, frowning at me. "Why isn't he here now? Shouldn't you two be banging against a wall right now? Don't tell me you said you didn't love him back. I know you do." Heather said disapprovingly.

"I didn't say anything," I pouted. "I just… shut the door." I buried my face in my hands, knowing Heather was going to berate me for it. It was unnecessary though, I'd already beaten myself up over it for the last hour.

"Let me get this straight," Heather said, looking at me in disbelief. "He told you he was in love with you… and you slammed the door in his face?"

"Yes," I scowled, not liking Heather's condescending tone.

"What were you thinking?!" Heather burst out.

"I wasn't, okay? I panicked!" I defended.

"But you do love him, right?" Heather asked. I knew she already knew they answer, she was just making sure I knew the answer. And I finally did. I'd figured it out sometime between leaving the carnival and bursting into tears when I walked through my front door. I was driving home, berating myself for being so stupid, wondering why Gwen bothered so much. And it hit me that I didn't want him to be with Gwen or even flirt with her because I wanted him to be with me. And only me, and not just for now.

The dumb thing was, I'd practically been his girlfriend for like three weeks now anyway. Sleeping at his house, leaving my things there, watching movies with him, telling him about my problems, meeting his friends. The only thing we hadn't done was actually go out on a date, and that was only because I had thought it would make us seem like a couple. As if the other things weren't already telling enough. But of course I'd stupidly ignored all of that.

I nodded pathetically in response to Heather's question and burst into tears again.

"I love him," I sobbed.

"Oh, honey," Heather wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head to her chest, stroking my hair comfortingly.

"I've been so blind," I cried. "It should've been so obvious but I didn't want to believe it because then it would get all complicated like it is now!"

"How is it complicated? You love him, he loves you!" Heather said.

"But he was so cruel to me today! How do I know it was a one off?" I sobbed. "And he doesn't even know I love him. Slamming a door in someone's face is a pretty good indication that you want them to fuck off."

"You love him. You can figure the rest out later. You need to call him and tell him," Heather commanded.

"I can't!" I wailed.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm scared," I admitted. "He called me before and I couldn't even pick up the phone!"

"He called you? Did he leave a message?" Heather asked. I nodded and handed Heather my phone so she could listen to the message.

"Okay, I wasn't really expecting you to pick up, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. Can we just forget I ever said anything? In fact, let's just pretend today never happened and we can go back to how it was before… I feel like such an idiot. Sorry." Heather handed me back my phone in silence. Then she picked up her own phone and started calling someone.

"Who are you calling?" I questioned. Heather ignored me.

"Hey!" Heather said when someone on the other end picked up. "Are you home?" she paused. "In that case I need you to come over here now… I'll explain when you get here… Yes, I know why and I'll explain that too… Do you always ask so many questions?" Heather said exasperatedly. "Good, I'll see you soon."

"Was that Duncan?" I asked as soon as Heather had ended the call.

"No, it was DJ," Heather told me.

"DJ? Why do you want DJ to come over?" I wondered.

"Because now Duncan's at home by himself. Now fucking go over there and tell him you love him or regret it for the rest of your life," Heather commanded. I only hesitated for a moment before grabbing my keys and running out the door.

"Did you forget your keys?" Duncan yelled when I knocked on his door, obviously thinking it was DJ. I could hardly speak so I just rapped on the door again, my heart hammering in my chest as I waited for him to answer. I didn't know if I wanted him to hurry up so I could get it over with, or take his time so I could put it off for longer. Finally I saw the doorknob turn and my breath caught in my throat as the door opened.

"Yeah?" Duncan said as he answered, then his eyes widened and his jaw went slack when he saw it was me. "Courtney?" he choked out. "What are you doing here?" He looked hopeful but there was trepidation in his eyes as well. He wasn't sure if I was there to grab all my things and go or if I was about to kiss him and tell him I loved him.

"I don't want to pretend you never said those things," I told him.

"Okay," he gulped. I twisted my hands together nervously, glancing down before looking up at him again and swallowing, trying to gather the courage to say what I came here to say.

"Am I too late?" I whispered instead. And I think he knew then, what I meant, and why I was there. He shook his head. "I'm scared," I admitted.

"Me too," he said huskily. He didn't even give me time to try and say anything else before grabbing me around the waist and pulling me inside, taking my breath away. My arms flung around his neck and I kicked the door shut behind me as he pushed me against it, finally kissing me. I let out a desperate whimper as our lips met and my body filled with heat. I clutched at his shirt as we kissed and Duncan ran his hand up my thigh gently, pulling my leg around his waist.

"Duncan," I said suddenly, pulling my mouth away from his for a moment.

"What is it?" he asked, panting, his blue eyes focused intensely on mine.

"I love you, okay?" I said. Somehow it was much easier to say it when our bodies were pressed together and I could breathe in the calming scent of his aftershave. "I just needed to say it." Duncan nodded and his breath caught and I knew he'd been waiting a long time to hear me say it. He stared at me for a little longer and I wondered if I'd sent him into a state of shock, so I pulled his lips back to mine and he immediately came back to life. He grabbed my hands and pinned them against the door above my head, biting my lip. He kept one hand holding my hands to the door, while the other one caressed my body, skimming my thigh and grabbing my ass. His lips trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone and he pulled me even closer to him, grinding his hard cock against the seam of my shorts, sending tingles all through my body.

I had both legs wrapped around him then, and he let go of my hands and pulled away from the door, carrying me to his bedroom. His kisses didn't stop the whole time, and we fell onto the bed together, Duncan on top of me, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once.

"Duncan," I moaned as he undid the button on my shorts and slipped his hand inside. "Tell me I'm the only one you'll ever touch like this again."

"You're the only one, Princess," he replied and he kissed me again, and I moaned as his fingers found my sensitive clit. "Now tell my I'm the only one who can make you feel like this," he whispered, gently rubbing circles around my clit, making me writhe against the sheets in pleasure.

"God yes," I moaned, not really sure if I was answering Duncan or just voicing my own pleasure, but Duncan seemed satisfied. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms down beside my head.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing my lips. He moved his lips to my ear and whispered it again before kissing my neck, "I love you," he murmured. His lips moved down my neck and collarbone and he slipped of my top and bra, throwing them aside. He kissed my breasts gently, his hands back to holding mine to the bed. "I love you," he whispered again, his voice thick with desire. I felt my heart flutter each time he said it, and I knew I would never tire of hearing it. He whispered it again as he kissed my stomach and an electric current soared from where his lips touched, straight to my pounding pussy. I let out an involuntary moan as he trailed his lips from my belly button to the top of my panties and his hands moved to gently grip my waist. I lifted my ass off the bed so he could remove my shorts and panties, my need for him obvious from the wetness between my legs.

He paused then and looked me in the eyes seriously.

"I love you," he said again and I nodded before he dipped his head between my open legs, my knees up, and he caressed my clit with his tongue slowly. I groaned at the excruciating pleasure, covering my face with my hands, hardly able to take how good it felt. He took my clit into his mouth and sucked gently, and I arched my back suddenly, grinding into his face and crying out unabashedly as I came. He groaned into my pussy, lapping at my juices as if I were his favourite taste in the world.

He stood up then and in one swift motion removed his shirt, followed by his pants and boxers. His cock stood to attention, his piercing looking almost menacing at the end of his large cock. I had the urge to put my mouth around him and suck him to the point of rapture, but Duncan had other ideas.

"Get on your knees and turn around," he ordered. His commanding voice sent a thrill right through me and I knew I was about to get fucked good and hard. I did as he said and he knelt on the bed behind me, his arms circling around me, caressing my breasts and running over my stomach. I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he brushed my hair aside and grazed my neck with his lips. I leant into him and rolled my head back, a whimper escaping my mouth as Duncan kissed and sucked at my neck while one of his hands snaked between my legs, stroking my clit.

He then pulled me into his lap, I could feel his hard cock straining against my ass, desperate for some friction.

"Take me," I moaned. Duncan didn't hesitate, he slammed his cock into my pussy, still stroking my clit. Duncan moaned into my neck as he thrust into me, while I closed my eyes and whimpered in a high pitched tone, on the verge of orgasming again. "Make me cum, Duncan," I moaned.

"Anything for you," he whispered. God, how could he still be so smooth at a time like this? He pressed his lips to my neck again and with one more thrust we both came, neither of us holding back our strangled cries of pleasure.

We both collapsed on the bed, still holding each other.

"God, you're amazing," Duncan whispered, kissing my shoulder.

"I know," I grinned.

"So, now that you're my girlfriend, do I get to take you on a date?" Duncan asked me, entwining his fingers in mine. I blushed, feeling weirdly shy all of a sudden. I was his girlfriend now, and it seemed he didn't have any trouble admitting it.

"I guess so," I smiled. He seemed pleased and he kissed the top of my head, still holding my hand. "Duncan?"

"Yeah, Princess?" he murmured.

"I love you," I said, wanting to say it again, now that I was sure this whole thing was real.

"And I love you," he replied.

This is now the last chapter. Hope you enjoyed reading.