A.N: So I italicize a lot in this chapter to emphasize some words and points… hope it doesn't get annoying.

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PS: There is a lot of 'crying' in this chapter. Not that YOU would cry, but the characters cry. Haha

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Chapter 49: You're Mine

It was Christmas Eve, and also the day that Sam and Remy were to go on their date. Sam called her as promised and now their date was set. He couldn't help but feel anxious and nervous as he rummaged through his closet for something to wear.

When Sam told Irene about his date, she squealed in excitement and got all teary-eyed, telling Sam that he was 'all grown-up now'. She rushed over to his side and gave him a hug as he blushed in embarrassment.

As he got prepared, Darien and Ken were in his room giving him tips for his date. Darien sat leisurely on Sam's bed, while Ken stood off to the side, crossing his arms.

"You should compliment her about her looks," Darien suggested, leaning back on the bed as he put his arms out for leverage.

Ken nodded, agreeing with Darien. "Yes… tell her she looks beautiful. Women always like that line," Ken smiled as Darien and him looked at one another and nodded.

Sam turned suddenly around and ran a flustered hand through his blonde hair. "I have no idea what to wear" he yelled exasperated, looking defeated.

Ken and Darien immediately headed towards the closet and grabbed whatever shirt they could and going over to Sam to put it up against him, nodding or shaking their heads. Sam just stood there, watching the two older men helping him out.

As Serena headed downstairs, she heard noise in Sam's room so she stopped by his door to look in. She smiled as she watched her father and Darien helping him with clothes. That's so cute, she thought to herself as she leaned against the doorframe.

As Darien put a black shirt up to Sam and mumbled," This looks good," Sam looked over and saw Serena standing in his doorway.

"Serena! I need your help. I don't know what to wear," he complained as he pointed to his closet.

She smiled sweetly at him and walked into his room and headed straight for Sam's closet. Ken and Darien had stopped what they were doing and were now watching Serena.

She quickly picked out a dressy white long-sleeved, buttoned up shirt with a collar, and black trousers.

Ken and Darien nodded approvingly.

"Thanks Serena," Sam smiled as she laid out the clothes on his bed for him and walked out the room with wave.

"No problem," she winked and jolted downstairs.

Serena and Darien were going on the date with Sam and Remy, so it was kind of like a double-date- only Sam and Remy were going to have their own space and privacy.

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As eight o'clock rolled around, everyone started coming downstairs one-by-one, all looking very attractive.

As Sam ambled downstairs, Irene had a camera in her hands, snapping pictures of him. Everyone could tell that Sam had tried extra hard on his looks. He tousled his hair about in gel, making it look messy, but in an adorable way. He had put on the clothes Serena had picked out; buttoned up, white long-sleeved collared shirt, with black trousers. He was looking quite handsome.

"Mom… cut it out," he said, feeling embarrassed as he turned his head away from the camera.

Irene laughed happily, shaking her head. "This is your FIRST date, sweetheart! I need a picture to remember this day," she said excitedly, taking more pictures.

Darien came down after Sam, smiling as he saw the continuous flashes of light shooting towards Sam. Darien was dressed up nicely in a buttoned up, blue collared, long-sleeved shirt with long gray trousers that fit him just right. The blue shirt made his eyes standout more, and it also hugged his masculine form perfectly.

Irene then turned her attention to Darien, now taking pictures of him as he blinked because of the blinding flashes of light. "Oh, Darien! My, don't you look handsome?" Irene squealed.

Ken stood next to Irene, smiling slightly. As he watched Darien stand awkwardly for pictures, he caught a whiff of Sam's cologne. Ken turned towards Sam, raising his eyebrows," Did you swim in cologne, Sam?" he joked chuckling.

Sam's ear turned bright red as he frowned.

Serena was the last to come downstairs, mainly because she was doing her hair. As she came slowly downstairs, everyone looked at her, eyes wide. She looked gorgeous; she was dressed up in a long-sleeved black dress. The dress had a low-cut v-neck and it wrapped around her waist and made a bow at the side, accentuating her tiny waist. She looked stunning in it. Her hair was let down and was curly and she had on white heels. She looked like a model.

When she came to a stop on the very last step, she smiled elegantly at them. Irene finally stopped taking pictures as she looked at Serena. She slowly brought the camera down to her side as her lip began to quiver and tears started streaming down her face.

"Oh… my babies are all grown up," she wailed as she wiped her wet face, going over to Ken for comfort.

Ken smiled as he wife lovingly as he draped an arm around her. "You look beautiful, princess," he said to Serena with twinkling eyes. Irene nodded with a teary smile.

Serena looked at her father and mother. She suddenly felt an overwhelming rush of love for her family come over her, and now tears were threatening to come out. Serena looked away. "Stop it," she said with a weak smile," Mom, you're going to make me cry too."

Irene left Ken's side and went over to Serena to hug her. She felt, for the first time, like she was losing her daughter. She hugged Serena like it was the last time she'd ever see her again. "I love you, honey. You look gorgeous," she whispered as she parted from her, bringing her hand to Serena's cheeks.

Serena laughed and looked down at the ground. "Thanks, mom. I love you too."

Then Irene rushed over to Sam, crying some more as she threw her arms around her little boy.

Sam smiled as he shook his head at his overdramatic mother. "God, mom," he chuckled.

Ken walked over to Serena and put his hands on her shoulders. "You really do look beautiful," he repeated himself, his eyes looking a little teary as well.

Serena smiled and hugged her father tightly. "Thank you, Dad," she said quietly, then added," I love you."

Ken smiled as he pulled away, nodding.

Darien, who'd been standing off to the side and watching the loving family embrace each other, was suddenly now trapped in the arms of Irene.

"And you," Irene sniffled," are just the most handsome boy I've ever seen," she said smiling up at Darien. "I want you to know," she said in a whisper as Darien listened," That Ken and I couldn't be happier that you are Serena's first boyfriend…. And possibly her only boyfriend," she winked as she let him go.

Darien smiled back and nodded. He unexpectedly felt a wave of relief wash over him, feeling completely happy and accepted now.

Irene backed away and went to talk to Serena some more as Ken made his way over to Darien now, his hands in his pockets.

"You take care of my little girl," he instructed with a smile," And keep an eye on Sam, too."

Darien grinned," Don't worry, sir, I will."

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Serena drove while Darien sat in the passenger seat, and Sam sat in the back. They were off to go pick up Remy. It was about 8:30 p.m., and the evening was just starting. Snow was gently falling from the sky as they pulled up to Remy's house.

When they arrived, Serena and Darien sat in the car as Sam clumsily got out to go get Remy.

As Sam walked up to her doorstep, his breathing started to increase and he felt his heart pound. He exhaled as he pressed the doorbell. This is it… he thought to himself as he waited, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

A large man with a balding head answered the door. He smiled kindly as he opened it," Hello Sam!" he greeted in a low, raspy voice. "Come to pick up Remy, eh?"

Sam grinned and nodded," Yes sir."

"She should be out in a bit," he insured. "She has never taken so much time getting ready in her life. She must really like you," he winked at Sam.

As he said this, Remy appeared at the door, blushing. "Dad!" she yelled, pushing out the door. "God, you're so embarrassing," she said with a smile, shaking her head.

Her father laughed cheerfully and waved. "You two have fun now! But not too much fun," he grinned, slowly closing the door.

"All right dad," Remy said with a wave. She turned around and looked at Sam now with a gentle smile splayed across her lips.

She was wearing a strapless white dress. The hem of the dress stopped at her knee, and it had black polka-dots splattered on the dress. Her flats were black and she also had on a warm black jacket that came down to her knees as well. Her style was very chic and classic.

"Sorry about my dad," she blurted as she tucked her white clutch purse under her arm.

Sam smiled and shook his head," He's fine," he assured her. "You look beautiful, by the way," he added.

Remy blushed as she looked down at her porch. "Thank you," she whispered

Sam's smile broadened as he saw her blush. "Ready?" he asked.

Remy looked at him again, and nodded. As she took a step forward to go, Sam grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers. Her eyes widened at the gesture and she looked down at their hands.

They walked carefully back to the car, due to the snow that was now swiftly falling to the ground.

Serena and Darien greeted Remy, and they drove off to begin their night.

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They started the night off with dinner. Serena agreed to let Sam and Remy have their own table, while she and Darien had their own. The restaurant was in New York City, so the drive was a good thirty minutes long, but it was worth it. The famous restaurant was called the "Four Seasons", located on Lexington Avenue. It was beautiful on the inside… stepping in was like stepping in a whole new world. There were cherry blossom trees around, and even a small decorative pond inside, with dinner tables all around it. Gorgeous curtains and drapery adorned the walls, creating a relaxing and romantic atmosphere. The lights were dim, and on each table were candles. This restaurant was one of the most highly rated, and not to mention, pricey restaurants in New York.

Serena had to park somewhere far so everyone had to walk. Luckily, the sidewalks weren't packed with snow because before it had time to harden on the ground, people would trample on it, making it melt.. The air outside was chilly, and they could feel the cold wind nipping at their skin as they pushed onwards towards the restaurant.

Darien and Serena made sure to keep their distance between Sam and Remy so they could feel like it was really a one-on-one date. Serena looped her arm around Darien's as they walked avidly to their destination. Darien had on a black trench coat that made him look irresistibly handsome.

Serena looked up at him as they strolled past fenced trees on the sidewalk, under the cloudy sky. Her nose and cheeks were pink because of the cool breeze, and snow. She could never get used to having him by her side, knowing the feelings she had for him were returned. When Darien looked down at her, she felt her stomach flip.

He smiled quizzically at her, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

Serena smiled and looked forward, tearing her eyes away from his intense blue ones. "Nothing," she shrugged, feeling embarrassed for being caught staring at him.

Darien scrunched his eyebrows together, looking uncertain. "It's not 'nothing'," he said with a knowing smile," It's never 'nothing' with you."

Serena looked up at him again, grinning as she shoved him playfully, letting go of his arm. "It's nothing," she repeated, laughing a little.

Darien chuckled as she looped her arms around his again, walking closer to him then she had before. "Come on," he pleaded," tell me."

Serena gave an exasperated sigh, but smiled before saying," I was just thinking, that's all."

"Thinking of…" he trailed off.

"You," Serena answered loudly," are you happy now? I was thinking of you."

Darien smiled as she confessed this. "And what was it about me that you were thinking of?" he asked further, looking amused now.

Serena looked up at him and glared. "I just told you I was thinking of you, didn't I?"

He chuckled at her stubbornness. "Well, I was thinking of you too," he admitted.

"What were you thinking about me?" Serena asked now.

Darien shrugged," You didn't tell me, so I'm not going to tell you."

Serena frowned," That's not fair," she whined.

Darien just shrugged again, trying not to smile as he did so. He heard her made a scuffling noise as she wondered whether or not to tell him.

"Darien…." She said in a pouty tone.

"Serena…." He mimicked in the same pouty tone, smiling now.

"Hmph," she huffed as she began to tell him. "Fine… God you're stubborn-"

"I'm stubborn?" Darien retorted, looking incredulous as he asked, laughing.

Serena stuck her tongue out at him and smiled back. "I was thinking," she started again," that I like having you by my side all the time… and that you're looking extremely cute right now," she finished, blushing slightly. She was glad he couldn't tell because her cheeks were already pink from the cold.

"Now was that hard?" Darien asked, grinning as they neared the restaurant.

Serena rolled her eyes and shook her head as she smiled at him. "It's your turn now, smartass."

Darien laughed at her whimsical comment. "I was thinking," he finally began once he was done laughing," that you look absolutely breathtaking tonight," he paused for awhile before adding," and that I love you so much, sometimes it hurts," he finished, looking seriously in her eyes now.

She was quiet for awhile, at a loss for words before he asked," Am I a smartass now?" with a charming smile.

"No," Serena said, grinning," You're just cheesy."

Darien pretended to look hurt when she said that," Cheesy? I tell you I love you and you tell me I'm cheesy?"

Serena nodded victoriously as she giggled.

Sam and Remy entered the Four Seasons first and got seated at their own table, while Serena and Darien sat not so far away from them, at another table.

Darien held the chair out for Serena while she took off her jacket. As she slid in the chair, he moved it in closer to the table. He leaned down behind her, next to her ear and whispered," You look gorgeous." Then he lightly grazed his lips on her neck, just below her ear, making her shiver.

As he sat down, draping his coat behind his chair, a waitress came over to give them their drinks. Serena saw the petite, blonde headed waitress look at Darien and wet her lips.

When she went away, Serena looked at Darien with a frown.

"What?" he asked once he saw Serena's pained facial expression.

"You can't tell me you seriously didn't see that waitress staring at you?" Serena whispered loudly, crossing her arms over her chest – making her breast more visible, and pushing it up without knowing.

Darien smiled at her, shaking his head. "And you're afraid I'm gonna do what about it?" he questioned, trying very hard not to look at her breasts.

Serena opened her mouth to say something, but didn't know how to answer, so she just blurted," I just don't like it, that's all," then pouted.

Darien chuckled at the beauty in front of him. "Don't worry," he reassured," if anything, I should be the one worried about you. You probably didn't notice all the men staring at you when you entered, did you?"

Serena frowned again, looking puzzled. "No…" she answered.

"Exactly. Just like how you didn't notice them staring at you, I don't notice when other women stare at me," he explained, smiling at her. "And besides," he added as he picked up the menu," I only have eyes for you, Serena."

At this, she blushed furiously, but Darien had already busied himself looking at the menu so he didn't notice. She picked up the menu also, then smiled to herself as she thought about what he had just said, feeling like she had just fallen in love with him all over again.

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Sam felt antsy in his seat as he tried to focus on the menu. He couldn't believe he was actually on a date with Remy. When they left her house, he boldly took her hand in his…. But when they got in the car, he immediately regretted it.

Remy put down the menu and smiled up at Sam. He looks so cute right now, she thought to herself as she watched his eyes skim over the menu.

When he figured out what he wanted, he set the menu down also, and looked at Remy, finding that she was already looking at him. He suddenly felt really self-conscious.

"So," Remy broke their silence, tilting her head slightly.

"So…." Sam repeated, not knowing what to say.

She smiled secretively as she watched him fidget in his seat. She could tell he was nervous, and somehow, she found that adorable.

"Your sister is pretty," she said, trying to make conversation.

"Oh… uh… thanks," he replied, scratching his head.

Sam's hand was rested on the table, so Remy reached out and placed hers on top of his. "Sam… why are you so nervous?" she asked gently.

As he looked at her perched hand on top of his, he began to blush, not knowing what to do.

"You don't have to be nervous around me, you know…" she began, giving his hand a squeeze. "You're my best friend; you shouldn't have to feel nervous."

"T-this is different," Sam finally said.

"What do you mean, 'different'?"

Sam exhaled loudly, trying to put the words right in his head. "I mean… this is a date," he pointed out.

Remy smiled as she nodded," I know it's a date, Sam."

Sam glanced away from her gaze for awhile as he tried again," I'm just… naturally nervous around you. I mean… I get all clumsy, then I start stuttering or rambling and… it didn't use to be this way. I didn't feel this way until you got with John," he admitted.

Remy looked at him intensely as he confessed all of this. She felt her heart beat quicken. "But I'm not with John anymore," she told him, trying to catch his pretty turquoise eyes she loved so much.

He turned his head back towards her and met her unique hazel orbs. "I know," he said quietly," but it's so different now. You're my best friend… I'm not supposed to like you-"

"Why not?" Remy cut in." Why aren't you supposed to like me?"

"Because," he said exasperated, pulling his hand away from underneath hers," things might change between us. What…. What if it doesn't work? Then what? I don't see you anymore? I don't talk to you anymore?'

"You can't look at things that way, Sam. If you do you're going to miss a lot out of life if you're always so cautious," she explained gently as she put her hand back in her lap.

Sam looked down at the table for awhile before he looked up again. "But I don't want to risk losing you if it doesn't work out."

"You don't know if it'll work out or not if you don't even give us a chance," she said sadly.

They sat in silence for awhile until the waitress came to take their order. Once she was gone, the silence continued.

"It's hard being your friend," Remy started again, quietly. "I always have to hear all these girls talking about you at school and how much they want to be with you. It's not easy to hear because….. because I want to be with you. God… you're so blind," she said a little louder and more to herself," I've liked you before John… I've liked you for almost two years now. The only reason I went out with John was because I never thought you'd ever like me back."

Sam was quiet, taking in everything she just told him. When he saw how sad she looked, he felt his heart ache for her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, almost in a whisper. " I do like you, and I have liked you for awhile now. I've always liked you… it just took John to finally make me admit it and realize it," he paused for awhile as he looked at the candle light. "I hated John," he began again, not looking at Remy," I hated that he was the one that got to hold you, and kiss you, and laugh with you. I was jealous and I couldn't stand seeing you with him. I'd catch myself walking the other way if I saw you two off in the distance. When you two broke up I was happy…. until I saw how sad you were, then I felt guilty for being happy that you guys broke up…"

Remy's mind was spinning with all of these confessions. She couldn't believe what she was hearing… it almost made her want to cry. "Do you know why we broke up?" she questioned quietly.

Sam finally looked back towards her. He shook his head.

"Because of you."

Sam looked confused until she explained further.

"I sometimes cancelled our dates because I wanted to be with you instead of him. John told me that I talked about you a lot and that he was tired with competing with you. That's why we broke up," she trailed off, looking at him with a weak smile.

They were quiet again as they locked their eyes on each other, both not knowing what to say anymore.

The waitress came back with their food, breaking the momentary silence again.

As Sam picked up his fork, Remy suddenly said," This is your chance, Sam. I've waited for you since day one and I'm not going to wait forever… "

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Serena, being curious and nosy, was leaning over her chair to look at her brother and his date. She was trying to read their lips… and it wasn't working very well.

"Doesn't look good," she informed Darien as he chewed on his food.

When he swallowed and glanced over towards their table. "Serena, stop staring at them."

"I want to know what's going on. Sam's looking… confused or something."

Darien shook his head as he took a sip of water. "Curiosity killed the cat."

Serena looked back at Darien with a smile," Well good thing I'm not a cat then, huh?"

Darien laughed at her, shaking his head again. "And you call me a smartass."

They soon finished their dinner, and so did Sam and Remy. They all met up at the front, and began their walk back to the car. The second part of the date was to go on a carriage ride or walk around Central Park for a while.

Sam and Remy decided on the carriage, and so did Serena and Darien.

Serena and Darien climbed in their own carriage, while Remy and Sam got in another. Both carriages were identical. It was painted white, and the seats were bright red. The horses were also white. The carriage seemed to be hand crafted so the details on the wood were phenomenal. As Serena and Darien rode off, the snow began falling again. Darien draped a blanket over the both of them as it took off.

Serena rested her head on his shoulders as she watched the snow fall gently all around them, and also, on them. Darien moved a little and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in closer.

"You cold?" he asked, looking at her. She shook her head and snuggled in closer to him.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked as she listened to the steady sound of the horses gallop.

"Mmhmm," Darien replied as he got something out of his jacket.

They were quiet for awhile until Darien gently shook her," Hey… I got you something," he whispered in her ear.

She slowly lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him, her eyes looking confused.

" I wanted to give you this on our own time," he said as he placed a small wrapped box on her lap.

She looked down at it and picked it up, examining it. It was a small black jewelry box that had a red bow on it.

"You have to open it…" Darien teased as he watched her, his arm still around her waist.

She giggled and looked at him, her eyes softening. She leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss before she looked back at the box. She slowly opened it, and gasped once she saw what it was.

There, displayed perfectly in the box, was a white-gold necklace with a crescent pendant on it, with three straight diamonds down the middle of the crescent. Serena's hand flew to her mouth in surprise.

She turned to look at Darien again. He smiled lovingly at her before he took the box back, and took out the necklace. He unclasped the hook and brought it over Serena's head to put it on.

"Oh, Darien…" she whispered, pulling her hair to the side for him to clasp it together. " I…. you didn't have too..."

"I know I didn't have too," he replied as he pulled her hair back for her as she looked down at the necklace, now adorned perfectly on her chest. "But I wanted too."

She turned back around to him and smiled as she felt her heart flutter. "It's beautiful…. Thank you," she said quietly.

Darien grinned at her and took the crescent in his hand and turned it around. "Read it," he instructed her.

Serena picked it up in her hand and read," D&S." She looked back at him as she felt tears forming in her eyes.

Darien chuckled as he saw her watery blue eyes gaze at him. He placed his hands on cheeks and brushed away her happy tears as he whispered," What are you crying for? Silly."

Serena giggled under her tears and she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I love you," she whispered as she brought a hand up to the nape of his neck and ran her finger through his hair.

"I love you too," he replied as he slowly leaned back to look at her.

She smiled at him and leaned in to capture his long awaited lips.

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Remy and Sam were behind Serena and Darien's carriage. Once they climbed in, Sam quickly threw the blanket over the both of them. They were sitting close to each other, but not close enough.

Remy was looking off to the side, admiring Central Park as they rode around it.

Sam glanced over at her, wondering what to do. Put your arms around her! His conscious yelled at him. Before he knew it, he draped an arm around her, pulling her in closer to him.

Remy looked surprised at first, but then leaned into his form, blushing while doing so.

They were so close; Remy could feel his warm breath against her face. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

She nodded, then bravely rested her head on his shoulder, as well as slip her hand into his. Sam's eyes widened as he felt her hand intertwine with his. His heart began to beat faster and he wondered if she could hear it.

She was quiet for awhile before she asked," Now what?"

"W-what do you mean?" Sam asked, feeling his breathe hitch in his throat.

Remy moved her head to look up at him, only inches away from his face. "What's going to happen between us?"

"I…. don't know," Sam whispered. At this, Remy moved away from him, and let go of his hand. "Remy…"

"Why does it have to be so difficult?" she turned around and asked, near tears. "I want to be with you, and you want to be with me… don't you?"

Sam was taken aback, but answered," Yes…"

"Then what's the problem? Why can't we be together?" she asked, tears now creeping down her cheeks.

Sam instinctively moved closer to her when he saw the tears. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew he was the reason why she was crying in the first place, so he stopped himself. He sighed," Remy… don't cry, please… it's not that easy-"

"How is it not easy?" she said angrily through tears. "All you have to do is ask, and I'm yours."

Sam ran a hand through his tousled hair frustratingly as he watched Remy wipe the tears away with the back of her hand. "I don't want to jeopardize our friendship…. I don't want there to be a chance that things might not work out between us and then we're not friends anymore," he tried to explain. "Because if things don't work out, then we won't talk anymore… and I'd rather have you in my life as a friend, then not having you in my life at all."

She shook her head as the tears stopped, her eyes a little puffy. "I don't know if I can be your friend, Sam," she said, looking down at her hands," It's… too hard."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking confused. He wanted nothing more right now then to hold her and be with her, but he was battling with himself.

"I can't just be your friend," Remy explained," because I want more then that."

Then they were quiet again, accept for Remy's heavy breathing because she'd been crying.

Remy looked up at him again, her eyes slightly red. "So what was this whole 'date' about then? To get my hopes up and then shatter them?"

Sam looked shocked by her words, frowning a bit. "No… I didn't mean for this to go this way," he admitted, looking sad.

"All I know is right now, I want nothing more then to be with you, and it won't happen… because you won't give us a chance. How do you know if we'll make it or not if you don't even give us the time of day?" she asked in a tired voice. "We haven't even done anything yet and you've already decided that we'll fail," she paused for awhile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And so what if we fail? Not all relationships are made to fall. You can't be scared of relationships because you think it might not make it, because if you think that way, you are going to wind up by yourself and alone in the far-off future. If a relationship doesn't survive through every obstacle then it just means that it's not meant to be. But if you don't even try, you'll never know if it was or wasn't," she finished, turning her head away from his.

Sam breathed in deeply, letting the cold air fill his lungs before he exhaled loudly. She's right, his conscious told him in the back of his head. If she's right then why was he so scared to make the jump?

As Remy sat in silence, she could hear her own heart beat loudly in her ears.

"If we do get together," Sam broke the silence," I have no intention of ever giving-up on us," he said seriously, looking at her turned face.

At his words, she slowly turned her head to look at him, her stomach churning as she did so. "So you think I'll give-up?" she asked, pointing at herself.

Sam turned pale at her words. Dammit! I didn't mean to make it sound like that, he yelled at himself. "I… I wasn't meaning it like-"

She scooted over to him and placed a finger on his lips to make him stop talking. She smiled as she held his gaze. "I hope you know, Samuel Tsukino, that I am not a quitter," she whispered. "I don't give-up that easily," she finished, taking her finger away from his lips.

Sam looked at her, and smiled. He felt a burst of happiness as he pulled her in closer to him. Then, he did something he'd been wanting to do for the past year—he kissed her. As their lips met for the first time, his heart raced and his stomach flipped.

It was the gentlest and sweetest kiss Remy had ever received. His lips were soft, yet firm. As they kissed, she brought her arms around his neck and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as if he was never going to let her go. The kiss was two years in the making, and it finally happened; and when it did, it was like magic.

When they finally came up for air, Remy's eyes fluttered open as she stared dazedly into his alluring eyes. "Now what?" she whispered, asking that the second time that night.

"Now," Sam repeated with a charming grin," You're mine," and he leaned down to kiss her again.