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Lily POV

Once everyone had, kind of, drifted away - Erica and Boyd to fuck around in their room, Scott and Jackson to drop their respective mates home - I found it nearly impossible to not be drawn towards Derek's bedroom.

Knocking on the door, I heard a gruff 'Come in' echo through the area, and I pushed it open, expecting to see my brooding boyfriend, however I was shocked to see him stepping out of his en suite bathroom.

In nothing but a towel.

A towel he promptly dropped as soon as he laid eyes on my form.

My form that was practically shaking with a sudden rush of need.

Need for his lips on my own.

Or something more.

Depending on his mood.

But there was something that I had to get out of the way first.

"Put something on, Derek," I said, seriously, crossing my arms over my chest, "I need to talk to you."

His smirk promptly slipped off of his face, and he walked over to his closet, at a leisurely pace, ensuring I got a face full of everything that I wanted before stepping into a pair of tight boxers, followed by a grey pair of old sweats, and no shirt. He used the discarded towel to dry his hair, and plopped back onto his bed, casually. He asked, almost inaudibly, "Sit with me, please?"

Quickly, I followed his orders, and shuffled onto his bed, pushing further up and reclined on the headboard, crossing my legs, and kicked off my shoes. He nudged closer to me, and lay his head in my lap, as he usually did when he was a little stressed or concerned about his Pack. Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers through his thick tresses, sighing at the texture, and said, seriously, "First of all, I need you to tell me if there are any other girls I should be worried about."

He winced, fractionally, and said, through clenched teeth, "Yes. Maybe ten, or so, that I can remember. I.. I cant really explain what it was like without you being there. It was like you had reached into my body and pulled my heart out of my chest, leaving me hollow inside. I couldn't.. I couldn't think about you, and I distracted myself with other girls. Am I happy that it happened? No. I'm actually.. Well, kind of ashamed that it happened, but I cant help what I did before. Am I sorry? Yes, and I hope that you can forgive me for that."

Nodding amicably, I gritted my teeth together, to hold back my sharp, jealous words.

After a moment of silence, he asked, coolly, "Is there.. Is there anyone I have to worry about?"

Sucking my lip between my teeth, I replied, equally as edgily, "No. Anyone that I had had sex with while we weren't together were people that I met at bars or clubs around town. Never anybody I knew."

He tensed at my words, and sat up, running a heavy hand over his face, and asked, "How many?"

I replied, calmly, "Maybe four?"

It happened so quickly that I thought that I might have imagined it. He knocked the lamp clean off of the bedside table and it crashed to the ground, glass shattering all over the laminated floorboards and I nearly jumped clean out of my skin.

"What the fuck is your problem, Derek?!"

He exhaled, deeply, into his fist, and stood up, anger radiating from his form.

"Sorry," he said, his jaw tight, "I cant help it, Lily. I don't know how to.. Deal with these sudden rushes of emotion. It's usually so easy for me. I just.. I just brush it off, but with you," he started pacing, wildly, "With you, its like I cant get over it. I hear you've fucked somebody else, I lose my mind. I see them as competition, and its taking everything in me to not hunt them down. I love you.. I love you so much it hurts, and this just.. Well, it shocked me, that's all."

Sitting on my knees, then, I asked, curiously, my head tilted to the side, "Did you think I would stay.. Well, practically a virgin for the rest of my life. Derek.. I didn't think I would ever see you again. I would never find someone as perfect for me as you, and that.. That led me down some pretty dark roads."

I continued, almost like I couldn't stop my tongue now that I had touched on that cordoned off part of myself, "I missed you with every fibre of my being, every day, and I couldn't concentrate on anything but the hurt in my body. So I just didn't. I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused everyday on just breathing. If I had sex, I had sex. If I got drunk, I got drunk. Hell, I would gladly forget every single thing I had ever done in those three years, but I cant. They will stick with me for the rest of my life, and they made me into the person that I am today."

By the end of it, my chest was heaving, my eyes were stinging and I couldn't get enough air into my body.

Derek stared. He didn't say anything. He just stared. His eyes wide, bright and just as heartbreakingly beautiful as they were any other time. He drank in my features, quietly, almost committing this moment to memory, and I did the same.

The smallest details of his body were burnt into my mind's eye. The tightness of his neck muscles. The thrumming of his jaw line. How firmly clenched his fists were. The softness of his skin. The soft curl to the tips of his hair. There was a droplet of cloudy liquid dripping down the side of his neck from his hair. The broadness of his chest. The trail of hair falling from his navel to the waistband of his sweats made me bite on my bottom lip, almost in an attempt to shove away the desire I had swelling in my lower stomach.

"Stop looking at me like that," he sighed, his chest rippling at the action, "You're making it hard to stay mad at you."

Glancing up at him from beneath my lashes, I said, teasingly, "Then don't be mad at me. Come here," I raised my hands up at him, opening my arms for his form.

It took a second of coaxing, but after I wiggled my hips at him, playfully, he swept over to me, his massive hands settling on my waist, and pulled me forward, pressing us together.

"You're such a fucking tease," he groaned, rolling his hips as I sucked on the tendon in his neck. Smiling to myself, I said, mischievously, "I know," then after circling my tongue around his collarbone and trailing my index finger up the length of his visible erection in his sweats, I whispered, "Just fuck me, please, Derek."

And he did.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Hey guys! Well.. I have some news.

It depends on your opinion, but I'm very happy with it!

I am, officially, a college student!

I love the campus, its.. Surprisingly open, as a matter of fact. I like the people, although a lot of the people who.. Tormented me in 'high school' are going there, and I'm quite anxious about that but I'm getting on with it!

And with that comes with a lot of responsibilities.

Now that I'm out of 'high school' I don't have nearly as much free time, and independent study becomes paramount to everything else.

Including my fics.

I am not abandoning this story.

REPEAT: I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY!

I'm just warning you that these chapters you're getting are going to be it for a while. I break up in October for a few days, so maybe I'll give you guys a few chapters then, and so on, and so forth.