It's been a good year so far and I couldn't be happier. I finally found a man who loves me and will do anything for me. I roll over on his bed and notice him to be gone. I wonder where he went?

I feel a piece of paper on the pillow and open it. It's a note from Sebastian saying he went to class and will be back before I miss him.

I sigh and lay back down. I don't have any classes today. It's my second year of college and his last year of college before medical school.

I lay and stare up at the ceiling. I never been this happy in my life not since before my parents death when I was ten years old and had to go live with my aunt. She wasn't a very loving woman and was hard to live with. I guess that's why I went state side to attend college. I wanted out of there as fast as I could so once I turned eighteen I moved to the U.S. and now I'm a sophomore at Harvard university.

I snap at the door when I hear it being opened and saw one of Sebastian's house mates. "Oh! I didn't know anyone was in here sorry." He says and leaves.

Sebastian is in a frat house and I think he's the only gay man here. He's very open about it too and never hides it front of anyone. I didn't even realize I was attracted to same sex until I saw him at the welcoming center my freshman year. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was beautiful with dark hair, pale skin, strong arms, and a devilish smile that took away every thought I had in my head. He truly took my breath away.

I was blushing so bad when I went up to him. He smiled a crooked smile and his eyes sparked when he saw me. We've been dating since. The only thing that has gotten in the way is his old exes they seem to have formed a "I hate Ciel" club and they constantly will torment me. Grell is the worst. He is the same year as Sebastian and they only dated a week and Sebastian said he got too possessive and wouldn't let him breathe. So he ended it. So now Grell will trip me in the halls if I pass by him or snicker at me. He even threatened me to stay away from Sebastian but Sebastian put a fierce end to that. Then there is Claud is older step brother.

He warned me to never be alone with him and I was confused by that. He said he liked to take things that were his and hurt him. He never let me out of his sight when we went to his family's vacation home in the Hamptons over the summer. His older step brother was there with his wife Hanna who looked bored and unamused to be there.

Sebastian said they don't love each other but married to bring two families together and that Claude is secretly gay and has a boyfriend who is very flamboyant but he never brings him over. He told me once he learned he was gay he told everyone before he could come out and his parents took it hard.

They even tried to make him go to conversion therapy to try to "fix" him but he refused to go and told them either they accept him or no longer have a son so now they look the other way since he is their only son and heir to their fortune and empire. He even went against their wishes when he decided to go to medical school instead of business studies.

I still don't know what I want. I too come from a comfortable living as well. My parents were rich and I inherited it all when I turned eighteen. Although what I was suppose to get while growing up was taken from my aunt to pay off her debts. She loved to gamble and even though she was a doctor, she wasn't wealthy like my parents were. She lost everything she inherited from her parents when her husband died. He had unpaid debts too since he spent more money than they had. She lost everything and tried to gamble to gain it back. She even sold me to debt collector when I was seventeen and that's when I had enough and ran away from her and stayed with my father's sister and her family until I turned eighteen.

Lizzie my cousin didn't want me to leave but I was afraid Aunt Anne would come after me and take my money. She was desperate when she lost her job at the hospital for malpractice. They dropped her when she become too much of reliability. She was abusive as well towards me. Always saying it was my fault and that I should have died along side my parents in the fire.

I was always on her bad side and I'm glad to get away from her.

I hear the door open again and I look to see Sebastian walk in wit a smile. "Did you miss me?" He asks as he crosses the room to come closer to me. I reach out to him and he gladly accepts. I pull him close to me and he locks his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

"Yes I did." I say with a smile. "Are you sure your parents won't mind me joining you on Christmas holiday?" I ask as we part for air.

"Yeah and if not they will get over it. I'm not going to change who I am just to please them. Besides I think my stepmother likes you. I mean you are the first man I ever brought home with me. So I am pretty serious about you obviously. So when can I ever meet your family? You never talk about them. I know your parents are dead but what about your aunt who raised you?" He asks as he lightly touches my face. I smile a bit and look back into his dark eyes.

"That will never happen. Besides they are all the way in London. I hope I never see her again." I say with a sigh.

"Was she mean to you?" he asks. He really doesn't know much about me. I know everything about him but he knows the basics about me. He knows my parents died when I was young, even though he don't know how are how old I was when I lost them. He doesn't know my aunt abused me and stole my money.

"You could say that." I answer.

"Why don't you tell me anything? Like how did you get this scar on your arm or how you never mention your parents or family?" He asks. I take a deep breath.

"They died in a fire. I got this scar from running out of the house and a piece of debris fell in front of me. I was ten when it happened. They died trapped in their room. My aunt was a hard gambler and gambled all of her inheritance away along with what they gave me little by little each year to keep me fed and clothed until I got the rest when I turned eighteen. I took the money and came here." I say and he looks at me in sorrow.

"See that's why I didn't want to tell you. Now you take pity on me." I groan and lay down.

"I don't take pity on you. I'm sorry you had to go through that." He says brushing his hand down the side of my face.