CLARE'S POV

"It's beautiful,"

We were standing hand in hand at the top of a lighthouse. Seems pretty cliché, but who knew they were even still around?

"So are you," Eli's body turns in front of my own, his hands draw me in, while his lips hold on to mine. The turning light faces away from us, letting the cold reach my spine. He slides down to the floor, as I slide into his lap, both of us wrapping the other in their arms.

"Eli, we're going to freeze to death up here." I whisper, nudging my head into his neck.

"Look." The sun started setting right there. It was the first sunset I had ever really looked at, but I never pictured it being such a sight. The oranges faded to red with pink and purples, it was so perfect, but finished all too quickly. Once the sun has set, frost starts nipping at my nose, I burry my face back into Eli's chest, yet not even his warmth can substitute a jacket. "You want to take this to the car?" He suggests.

"Race you there," I spring up, steadying myself on the railing, then running past the door.

"Oh you are so on Edwards," He yells, chasing after me.

ELI'S POV

There is no doubt in my mind I could beat her, but I love watching her. Once she starts to slow down however, I tackle her to the sand.

"Sore loser," She smirks. Clare Edwards smirked at me. I thought I had mastered it, but the way her lips were formed blew mine out of the water, and blew my mind. I lock my lips to her angelic mouth, her hands in my hair as mine exploring her lower back. Just as my hands made the brave climb to her bra, the wind whipped us once more, as I felt her shiver. "Eli, it's too cold out here."

I lift myself off the sand, extending a hand to her once I'm stable. We huddle together close, dragging our feet along the sand and down the steps back to Morty. I unhinge the trunk; Clare hurriedly climbs in blowing into her hands. Damn it, I forgot to give her those gloves. "Oh Saint Clare, I know how to heat us up." Are lips colliding again, as our connection is instantly set on fire. I suck on her neck, attempting to adorn it with my seal of approval, a bright red hickey.

"Eli, it's getting pretty hot in here," Clare whispers, letting a satisfactory moan slip through.

"I can fix that too," I let off her neck for only a second, swiftly pulling off her camp shirt, her following suit pulling off my ridiculous borrowed scrubs. Our bodies shift, her legs straddling my chest. She struggles pulling the pants from my hips, but once she finally accomplishes that task, the unthinkable question comes is released from her mouth.

"Do you have a condom?" I think my heart stops when I hear this. Does she really want to do this? Are we finally going to seal the deal in a way I didn't think I would be able to till I married her? Not like I was planning on it, uh, you know.

"Sorry Clare, I wasn't a cub scout as a kid, I never learned how to be prepared for anything. Aren't you on The Pill?" This was uncharted territory for us; doesn't every guy know if his girlfriend is using that kind of protection? Isn't every high school girl like automatically put on it?

"Do I look like the type of person to be on The Pill Eli? I'm not some whore! I wasn't exactly planning on doing this anytime soon. It just feels right." I could kick myself, but I knew we couldn't do this; we couldn't risk our future for our first time. Her first time I mean, yeah, totally her first time.

"Well you do have exceptionally perfect skin Angel," I drag my thumb along her cheek.

She flips over onto her back, no longer on top of me, "Uh, it's insane how cold it has been this month. I think it has to be the coldest October in the history of Toronto or something, you know not including the Ice Age and all." She babbles. Clare feels the need to pull out facts and information on everything when she's nervous.

"Edwards, are you really talking about the weather?" She looks away from me; I know this is awkward for both of us. Hell, we're half naked in the back of my car, we almost had sex that neither of us were ready for, and I just got out of the hospital. It seems the world is working against us. "How'd my Saint Clare manage to sneak her way out of church camp?"

"Oh Elijah, I have my ways."

"Really? Does Clare have some kind of evil genius inside her? I always knew you couldn't be all sugar and spice."

Her arm swipes across my stomach, still sore from the stitches, grabbing her shirt and pulling it back on. "How about we make it back to your place, because you and I have school in less than forty-eight hours."

"About that, uh, my mom called me while I was in the hospital." I hesitated, but then ended up taking Adam's advice just to rip the bandage off so to say. "I'm suspended."

She takes in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "Well, how about we get back to your place because I have school in less than forty-eight hours."

I was relieved she wasn't angry with me, "Let's go."

ADAM'S POV

I took a slight detour to the arcade for a few hours. I just couldn't resist. This led me to get home way later than I was supposed to.

I pull up to my house where all the lights were on. I don't risk parking the car in the garage, knowing I'm not yet skilled enough to do so, and Drew would be more than happy to do it for me. I hop out, pressing the lock button right before I enter my house. Right as I do walk through that thresh hold, I stop dead in my tracks.

"Adam, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Oh no, mom.

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