A/N: Alright everyone, here is the final chapter! I tried to cover many things, and I hope it all makes sense and flows nicely. I want to thank everyone for reading, especially those who reviewed. You guys are the reason I finished this story! I hope you guys think this chapter is a great ending.

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After frantically throwing on our clothes and jumping into the car, Reid stepped on the gas and we raced back to Spencer Academy. I had never been so turned on. My clothes clung to my insanely sensitive skin. Moving my legs caused my jeans to rub against my center, making me want to moan. My nipples were still hard, and my shirt's material was brushing against them with small, torturous grazes.

But it was when Reid reached over with his free hand and pressed his fingers between my legs that I momentarily lost control and moaned, arching into his touch. I grabbed his hand to stop his fingers from rubbing against me, but couldn't make myself do any more than that. I could feel it. That wonderful edge that I just wanted to fall over. Shit, this guy was good. He didn't even need skin-to-skin contact to bring me to orgasm. But just as I was about to fall, his fingers stopped moving.

Growling my annoyance, I tried wriggling my hips against his still fingers, moving them up and down in a desperate attempt to mimic his strokes.

He chuckled and pulled his hand away.

"Bastard," I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut and banging my head against the back of my seat in frustration. I almost tried to relieve myself, but thought better of it, wanting to preserve what little dignity and pride I had left after giving in to the guy I had sworn to hate. His only response was another deep laugh.

When the car came to a stop and the engine was shut off, Reid and I stumbled out of our seats and practically ran to the dorms, ignoring the few people who were milling about, either skipping class or enjoying a free period. I fished my key out of my pocket while taking the stairs two at a time. Screw finesse, or charm, or sexy foreplay. I wanted... no, needed him inside me. Now. Fumbling a bit in my haste, it took a little longer to unlock and open the door. Reid, however, didn't waste any time and pressed against me, kissing and nipping my neck.

Shoving the door open, I spun, fisted his shirt, and yanked him inside. He slammed the door closed seconds before my lips crashed against his in a furious kiss. His tongue met mine with the same intensity, and he pushed me back until the back of my knees bumped into my bed and we tumbled down onto the blankets. Blindly, I reached out and searched the small drawer of my bedside table and pulled out a condom, fumbling to get it out of the package. Desperation was what drove us. There were no questions. We had to have skin to skin contact.

He yanked my shirt over my head as I nearly ripped his shirt from his body. As soon as the shirts were thrown out of our hands, our mouths again met, taking and giving, mimicking what we wanted our bodies to be doing. We frantically worked at each others' jeans, breaking our lips apart just enough to laugh at our tangled mess of legs and the jeans that suddenly seemed reluctant to come off.

Each brush of his fingers or hand against my bare skin sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine. Anticipation thrummed inside me, growing rapidly as my bra and panties came off. Hooking my fingers in his boxers' waistband, I pulled them down, freeing his still-erect member. I quickly slid the condom over him.

He kicked the boxers off onto the floor and shoved his knee between my leg, but I pressed my hands against him and used both our weights to flip him onto his back. A little shocked, he moved easily and blinked up at me. Then flashed me a devilish grin as his hands slid to my hips. Returning his grin with an impish one of my own, I reached beneath my and gripped him, then slowly lowered my body, guiding him in with my hand. We moaned in unison, our eyes fluttering closed. I began moving up and down, rocking my hips each time I lowered to his base. His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to leave marks as he urged me on. But I didn't care. Everything with him felt so good.

The new angle of entry caused his tip to hit my more sensitive sweet spot, and before I knew it I was plummeting over the edge. I cried out, Reid's name getting caught in my throat.

Before I was finished, he flipped us again, pinning me beneath him, yet accidentally pulling himself free. He groaned and drove into me, sending me over the edge again as his body shook with his own intense orgasm. He paused, reveling in the feeling, and then began pumping. He captured my mouth, initiating a kiss that was the same pace as our moving hips. My hands cupped his ass, my nails digging into his skin, my body arching up to meet each of his thrusts, taking him deep inside me.

Sweat covered our bodies, the drops melting into the others'. He bent his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, never breaking the pace of our hips. My arms moved up, hooking around his shoulders. He moved and sucked on the other nipple, paying it the same amount of attention before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

Heat sparked in my abdomen, the sensation growing as I hurled toward that wonderful moment. And then the third orgasm crashed through me.

"REID!" My nails scored down his back, no doubt leaving long, red marks.

His orgasm happened when my nails reached the bottom of his back, and he shuddered with the waves of pleasure, finally stopping his thrusts and collapsing on me when he came back from the bliss.

I wiggled a little, trying to ease away from his crushing weight, and he rolled off onto his back.

We laid like that for many silent minutes, just working on steadying our breathing and basking in the sweet pleasure of the moment.

My heart was still beating wildly in my chest; the sensations from the last orgasm were slowly ebbing. I was tingling all over, and had to force my toes to uncurl. Turning my head, I looked over at Reid, who also turned to meet my gaze. When I smiled, he grinned back. And then we began laughing.

"That... was..." he began between fits of laughter.

"Amazing," I finished. Damn, did I feel good.

"I love you," Reid breathed, still chuckling.

I froze, my laughter dying quickly, and just stared at him. My heart skipped a beat. Then I sat up, turning my back to him. "Why'd you have to say that?"

His fingers trailed down my back, and though I knew I should move out of reach, I didn't want to. I enjoyed his touch, more than I probably should.

He sat up as well, and wrapped his arm around my waist, anchoring me beside him as though expecting me to bolt. Which a part of me wanted to do.

"Sorry if it caught you off guard. But it's true. I should have said it two years ago, but... well, you knew how I was then. Young and stupid."

Pulling away from him, I stood and walked closer to the small bathroom. I just needed a little distance, a little time to think. My head was suddenly spinning. Love? He loved me? Simply thinking it made my heartbeat flutter. Two years ago, those were the three words I had wanted to hear most from him the closer we had gotten to the end of the school year. I breathed in, breathed out, trying to steady myself and organize my thoughts.

"You don't have to say it back," he said gently. "I understand. I just wanted you to know how I felt."

Swallowing past a lump in my throat, I closed my eyes. Was it wrong to feel a thrill at hearing those words from the guy who had broken my heart? Again, I froze for a moment. Had he broken my heart? If so, that would mean that I had loved him, too. I wrapped my arms around my waist as the truth sank in. I couldn't pretend anymore. Not after he said that. Yes, I had loved him two years ago. And I also had to admit that a part of me still loved him, which was why I couldn't hold on to my anger when he was near. Which was why I had forgiven him at the dells.

He slid from the bed and slowly approached me. When his hands trailed down my arms, I turned my head to peer up at him.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured.

"I know," I replied quietly. He had been honest with me; I had to be honest with him. "But I can't go through something like that again. I had fallen for you, and then you'd thrown me away. And I've worked really hard to climb back up the ladder." My bottom lip quivered as I tried to keep my emotions in check and explain what I needed to without reliving the pain. But it was hard to keep them separate.

I hadn't realized silent tears had rolled down my cheeks until he turned me and brushed them away with his thumbs. And it was then that I noticed the small amount of fear in his eyes.

"I want to say that I'll never hurt you again. But I won't make a promise I might not be able to keep." He glanced away. "And since we're being honest with each other... there's something about me that you need to know. But please, please understand that you don't have to be afraid. And please remember that it's still the same me. You just now know the most important secret in my family."

"Reid...?"

He cupped my face with one hand. "Please don't be scared."

And then flames spread from his pupils, and his beautiful blue eyes turned onyx.

Gasping, I jerked away in surprise, unable to take my eyes off his suddenly completely black ones. I took a few more steps back, just staring at him. My mouth opened and closed many times, and from a small part of my mind I could almost see how fish-like and comical I probably looked.

"Don't be scared," he repeated.

"What... what are you?" I finally managed to ask.

"A witch," he answered, remaining still and giving me the space I needed. "If you sit down, I can tell you everything."

Ignoring my wobbly legs, I shook my head. But when the flames spread through his eyes again, returning them to their wonderful blue, I slowly sat down, not knowing if I was going to end up on furniture or the floor. I felt Rebecca's bed under me, and let my entire weight sink onto the mattress. I swallowed past a new lump in my throat. "A witch." Pause, think, absorb. "Okay. Um." What the hell was I supposed to say? Congratulations?

"I know you're freaked out," he said, sitting across from me on my bed. "And I'm sorry to throw so much at you so quickly. I just wanted to be one hundred percent honest with you."

I nodded. "Yes, I can tell. I just... need a few minutes."

He sat quietly and studied me. I could almost feel his panic rising the longer I remained quiet.

Finally, I spoke. "What... exactly can you do?"

"Almost anything."

I stared at him, the wheels in my mind turning rapidly. "That's how you got rid of the video from everyone's phones."

"Yes."

Brownie points for him. "Okay." I ran my hands down my face and let out a long breath. "Okay." A recent memory flashed through my mind, and my eyes narrowed at him. "That night, in Nicky's parking lot..."

His lips twitched, but he was smart enough to keep from smiling. "Yeah." He shrugged and leaned back on his hands. "Couldn't help it. The moment was there, and I had to take it."

"What else do you have to explain?"

He sighed. "It's more of a history lesson. But only if you're up for it."

I bit my lower lip, considering. "Before Nicky's, had you ever used your... powers on me before? For any reason?"

"No." That one word and his tone left no room for doubt.

I paused, thinking, processing. "Everything that happened between us two years ago...?"

His gaze never wavered from mine. "It started as a bet. But within two months, it was the beginning of a real friendship. And by the end... I only went through with the bet to try and prove that I hadn't fallen for you. But after you left my dorm, I knew I'd made the biggest mistake of my life."

I was going soft. I could feel myself getting sappy over his words. Damn it. Why couldn't he have been the jerk I had told myself he was? Why couldn't he have just acted like a jackass and leave me alone? Damn it. Damn him. And damn my heart.

"I can't say it back. Maybe with more time... but not now."

"That's okay." He smiled, relieved. "It's a lot more than I'd hoped for."

"You need to explain everything about you being a... a witch. I'm trying really hard not to freak out right now, so you're still going to have to give me time."

"I understand."

"And no witchy stuff around me until I'm not so freaked."

"You're just full of conditions, aren't you?" he teased.

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, I cracked a smile. "Yes, I am. And if you want me to stick around, you need to be okay with that."

He stood and walked to me, bending to put his face close to mine. "Done."

And then he captured my mouth in a searing kiss. A promise that he would make up for the idiotic thing he had done to me two years ago.