Chapter One.

Lucas Scott lazily turned over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He opened his eyes wide enough to read the glowing green numbers: 6:30 a.m. Damn, he thought, it seems as if every day I have to wake up earlier and earlier. He rolled back over and closed his eyes. Every day his morning routine was the same: hit snooze button, complain to himself about how early he had to wake up, close his eyes and think about her for awhile before his alarm went off again.

He still had trouble convincing himself that he was actually with her. Hell, that she even considered taking him back, and that she forgave him. It always took him a while to remember the last time that he was happy, and it seemed like an eternity ago. He didn't like to think about that time a lot, it just reminded him of how much he ended up hurting her. That happiness was in the past. He was trying to focus on the present and what he had now, not what he didn't.

He fought for her - hard, and it paid off. He made a solemn promise to himself that he would never do what he did to her in the past, and he also had every intention of never, ever letting her down again. So, everyday he promised himself that each day would be better than the last. He was going to give the relationship his all this time, and try to give her all of him, too. The latter was proving more difficult this time around than he would've hoped. She always kept him at arms length, and he was unsure of how to fix it.

A smile formed on Lucas' face when he remembered the last night they spent together. They spent a quiet evening along chatting about nothing of any importance and laughing. They did this often, just talked about non-important things. He liked getting lost in those moments with her. It was just easier that way. Whenever the conversation would veer off into the more serious aspects of their relationship or life one of them would end up with their feelings hurt. Her more than him mostly. He never wanted to purposefully hurt her feelings, but he had to be honest with her about how he felt. So, he always tried to keep it light and drama free to avoid hurting her. This night was the first night in a long time that she appeared happy, and right then it was all that he wanted. He needed to make her happy again, and he was doing such. She loves him, and he loves her too – well, enough anyway.

He wasn't sure if that thought jerked him awake, or if it was the annoying sound coming from his alarm clock. He turned onto his back, propped himself up on his elbows, and looked at his alarm clock. It now read 6:45 a.m. He still had time before he actually had to leave so he hit the snooze button again and laid back down.

Lucas slowly fell back asleep and hoped that he'd dream. Lately, he'd been having the best reoccurring dream. At first it occurred occasionally, appearing at most once a week. However, lately it was happening more frequently and each night it became more intense. The dream was full of passion, longing, and a heart ache he never felt before. It wasn't a sad heart ache, his heart wasn't broken. It ached because his heart longed to feel what was strong and evident in his dream – an undeniable passionate intense love His heart longed for it. Sometimes it felt as if his heart needed it to survive. He wanted nothing more for his own life than replicate the love of his dreams into the love he felt while awake. He hoped he'd get there with her one day. He just hated waiting.

The dream began as it always did, in darkness. Always in the darkness. His stomach turned in anticipation as he lied in his bed. This dream was real. It was more real than anything he'd consciously experienced with this girlfriend, and he couldn't wait to see if he'd actually make it to the end of the dream this time.

In the darkness, he sensed her presence as she stood in his doorway, and he felt her eyes staring at him. An odd sense of comfort came over him. She slowly and purposefully entered his room and he could hear her footsteps get louder and she approached his bed. There was an audible intake of breath from him when she sat down and began caressing his face. The moment her hand made contact with his skin goosebumps inhabited his whole body, and a white hot fire shot through his system, and all he could do was focus on the softness of her hand as it traced the curves of the right side of his face. His head moved where her hand went, not wanting this feeling to go away or lessen. Without intention a soft, low moan vibrated in his throat as she took her hand away and gently touched his face again.

Although he had no way to control what what happening or to change it it anyway he was aware that he was dreaming. The dream took on a life of its own, and no matter how hard he tried to change something – anything - it never worked. It always started the same way and the events leading up to where it stopped were the same. It saddened him a little when he would wake from this dream, because he'd have to face the fact that it wasn't real – no matter how true and real it felt. That he had to remind himself it was just a dream. A strong, undeniably powerful dream.

He could feel the weight shift on the bed underneath him and his heart quickened. He knew what was coming and he braced himself for the moment. His body reacted the instant her lips touched his. He placed his hand behind her head and ran his fingers through her hair. It was straight and smooth, and she smelled of something sweet – like sugar.

It was like something else, more animalistic, took over as their lips and tongues searched each others mouths. Their kisses ranged from feverish to luscious in a matter of seconds. They were practically devouring each other. The more they kissed the harder it was becoming to stop, move, think or even breathe. If he wasn't careful, he'd completely lose his mind. The kisses became so intoxicating he was starting to feel as if he were drunk. He was starting to feel so much he was worried that he wouldn't be able to feel anything soon. Her hunger for him, as well as his for her, was insatiable.

Lucas couldn't handle being on his back any longer and needed to take control of the situation so he tried to grab her and place her on the bed underneath him. Anticipating this move she forcefully pushed him back down onto his back, pinned both of his arms down, and brought her leg over his body so she was now straddling him. They both froze and let their bodies adjust to this new pleasing position. It was now moreserious than what it had been before, and boy was Lucas ready. Both of their breathing became labored as she playfully moved her hips slowly a few times to tease him. She bent down and his body shivered as she slowly and passionately kissed him. After regaining some composure, he returned her kiss with just as much love and hunger and he felt her body shake on top of his own.

He jerked his body up and brought her with him. Now they were sitting. The kisses were becoming more fervid than before and if possible their hands and mouths were even harder to control. They both needed to feel every inch of one another. She grabbed his hands and put them in the air. She quickly put her hands at his waist where the bottom of his shirt fell and ripped it off his body making sure to lightly run her fingernails up his torso as she lifted the shirt up. Lucas decided it was time for her shirt to be removed, too, but before he could act upon this urge, she did it for him.

Her soft hands were now moving up and down his arms, lightly touching each muscle, as their mouths met for a gentle kiss. She pushed him away and rested both of her hands on his chest with her right hand directly over his heart, which was now beating incredibly fast. The only thing he could do was mimic her action so he did the same to her and gently placed his hand over her heart. A grin swept across his face as he felt her heart was beating just as fast as his.

He could tell she was right there with him in the moment. They were on the same page, and wanted the same thing – each other. Nothing more, nothing less. It was like their hearts were beating for the first time, as whole. Not being able to withstand to torture of not being with her, hastily removed her bra and tossed it to the side as pulled her body as close to his own as he possibly could. He wanted to hold her forever, and never let go. He wished that he could see her so he could look into her eyes, but just feeling would have to do for now.

"I need to feel you. All of you. Everything," he said in a low, husky voice.

There was a sharp intake of breath as she was about to respond, but Lucas didn't hear anything. His mind was turned to the loud music coming from his nightstand. He sighed as he leaned over and turned his alarm off. That was the farthest he'd ever gotten in the dream. Lucas thought it best to lay in bed until he got his situation under control. He placed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, with a satisfying grin plastered across his face. Part of him thought it was crazy to be this affected by a dream, but he couldn't help it. It made his heart happy. If it were possible to do nothing but sleep and have that dream he'd do it. He'd live in that dream if he could.