Author's Note:

Farjana: See? I did say everyone will get to conclude Julie's character. Since I don't like leaving Jake as evil, and although I ship Amian, I understand that there are people who ship otherwise and I didn't have the heart to leave him like that. and you are right, every end is a new beginning,

So here is the last chapter, and I know it's strange to have the review side up. I think you would understand why after you read the author's note below.

Enjoy!

Chapter 13

She breathed in deeply and snuggled deeper into the warmth that was wrapped around her like a blanket. The remnants of a peaceful sleep slowly began to fade until she was lying awake with her eyes closed. The sounds of his steady breathing, the smell of his skin, and the heat of his chest against her cheek danced along her senses. With a pounding heart, she finally opened her eyes to see his sleeping face angled above hers.

Smiling, Amy raised her hand and with a touch of a feather traced the curve of his eyebrows, down the bridge of his nose, and over the softness of his lips that had her blushing as she remembered the many kisses they shared before sleep finally took them. They were both naked under the covers with their legs intertwined and his strong arms wrapped around her waist like he never wanted to let her go. His natural heat warmed her body from her head all the way down to her toes.

She placed her hand against his chiselled cheek and stared at him for a while, loving the butterflies that were flying around in her stomach. Even though they spent the last two weeks making up for lost time, it still didn't seem like enough. Days were excruciatingly long as Amy watched the clock tick by, wanting time to fly by faster so she could run home and see him. And nights were far too short with the sun rising over the horizon to whisk them away from each other's arms. Her need for him seemed to burn stronger every day. The more she saw him, the more she wanted him.

Ian must have felt the same way because not too soon after, he asked her to move in with him. Living in the house that he confessed he had designed for her was like a dream come true. It was everything she ever wanted. Sleeping in his arms, cooking dinner just to see his eyes glow with delight and cuddling on the couch after a long day's work were happy moments that made her feel like she was living in her own little fairy tale. Her eyes softened as a quiet sigh escaped his lips. This was a fairy tale.

And after gazing longingly at his face for longer than she should have, Amy decided it was time to get out of bed and start breakfast, but she didn't have the heart to wake him up just yet. He deserved at least another hour of sleep and she wanted to have everything ready for him as soon as he awoke. Gently untangling her legs, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose. But just as she was about to swing her legs over the side, an arm snaked around her waist and swiftly pulled her back.

Squealing, she looked up into his playful and highly alert eyes with a bright smile. Her heart fluttered within her chest as he leaned forward and murmured in his husky voice, "Sneaking off, are we?"

"Only for a little bit," she teased.

"I should punish you for that," he growled, nipping at her ear.

A delicious shiver travelled down her spine as she curled her fingers around his neck. "That would work if I was scared," she replied in a breathless voice.

"You're not scared?" he asked, his amber eyes gleaming.

She shook her head bravely.

Then with a smirk that spiked up her heartbeat, Ian pressed his forehead against hers and murmured, "You asked for it." His fingers trailed down her arm, eliciting goose bumps all across her skin before he mercilessly tickled her ribs.

"Ian! Ian!" Amy laughed, tears pricking at the corner of her eye as she thrashed within his arms. "No more! No more!"

"I can't hear you," he said over her laughter. "What was that?"

"You win! YOU WIN!"

Moving his hands behind the small of her back, he pulled her tight against his chest until they looked eye to eye, jade green to amber. "Are you scared now?" he asked.

Amy shook her head with a smile. "Not at all," she answered before she claimed his lips for a kiss.

He let her take control for the first five seconds as he revelled in how sweet she tasted and how soft she felt in his arms. Her hands that were splayed against his chest made their slow path over his muscled shoulders and down his back until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a low rumble building within his throat, Ian slanted his mouth over hers and pressed her body deeper into the mattress. Her moan was like oil to the fire that was already blazing inside of him.

Sparks of desire ignited all of her nerves until she was moving restlessly underneath him. Amy felt like she couldn't breathe, but she didn't have the will to let him go either. The way he cradled her body with such tenderness, the desperation of his kiss, and the passion that flowed between them were sending her emotions into overdrive. Trying to find some anchor yet loving the way she felt like she was floating on air, Amy sighed and wrapped her arms tight around his neck.

Breathing heavily, Ian leaned back just an inch and stared into her lustful gaze that he knew mirrored his own.

She smiled up at him and pulled at his bottom lip with a finger. "I love you."

"I love you," he repeated tenderly as he placed a kiss upon her palm. Ian then lay back down onto the pillow and pulled her along with him until she comfortably nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder, her arm thrown over his torso. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" he asked with his lips in her hair.

"Well," Amy began thoughtfully, "we have most of the morning to ourselves until Dan bursts in and demands me to come back again." She rolled her eyes as Ian laughed, knowing that Dan really missed his sister.

Ian nodded. "And at night?"

He could already feel the blush form upon her cheeks as she moved her face closer to his chest and murmured, "Just us."

Trying his very hardest not to smile at her sweet innocence, he held on to her tighter and said, "Then I suppose I should come up with things for us to do."

"Like what?" she asked in a voice so soft he more of felt it than heard it.

Ian's eyes darkened as he flipped over until she was caged within his arms. The look upon her face would have been laughable if not for the way her sensuous lips were telling him to take them for his own. "Oh, I can think of a number of things," he whispered.

Her cheeks flushed bright red and her eyes were glowing with excitement, desire, and just a touch of shyness that was already chipping away at his restraint. If Amy had any idea what she did to him, it would be the end of his self-control for sure. Of course, she might have some clue as he watched her bite on her bottom lip in the most provocative way he had ever seen.

Ian groaned and pushed up onto his hands. "You're making this really hard, Amy."

"What do you mean?"

He smiled down at the puzzled look on her face. Nope, she had no idea.

"We should probably get out of this bed before I keep you here for good," he confessed with a shake of his head to clear the cloud that was threatening to take over his good judgment.

She ran a hand through his silky bed hair and smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Don't tempt me," he rumbled as he nibbled her lower lip, enjoying the flash of pleasure in her eyes. "Because I will do it."

She laughed and propped herself onto her elbows. "I know." And after giving him one last kiss that only left him wanting more, she climbed out from under him and picked up his dress shirt that was lying upon the floor.

Ian kept his eyes on her hands as she turned around and buttoned up the blue garment. Only Amy could make the act of dressing seductive. Every morning, she would always wear one of his dress shirts and he enjoyed seeing her in them more than he should. Maybe it was because it was an obvious sign that she was his or how sexy and innocent she looked all at the same.

His heartbeat pounded like a drum in his chest. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her slender legs. It was amazing how she could reduce him into nothing but a puddle of raw, animalistic need. He would spend hours worshipping her body and by the time he was done, Ian wanted nothing more than to start all over. Amy brought out feelings he didn't know he had. He was never one to be driven by such need, but in her presence, it was as if all rational thought flew out of his head.

"Ian?"

He raised his eyes to hers.

"Aren't you coming?"

Smiling warily at her poor choice of words, Ian grabbed his pair of pants that were hooked over the foot of the bed and pulled them on. He walked up to her until he was standing so close that she practically had to arch her neck back in order to look at him. Lovingly, he cradled her face within his large hands and kissed her forehead.

"You drive me insane."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?"

He grinned. "Very," he replied as he hugged her tight to his chest once before gently releasing her.

Smiling, she watched him walk into the bathroom with that sexy gait of his before she turned towards the vanity mirror and pulled a comb through her hair. Her face was still flushed and her skin had a slight sheen to it, but the joy in her face was obvious. Amy just couldn't stop smiling. With all the knots untangled and her hair now a cascade of silky tresses, Amy was just about to step outside of the bedroom when her phone upon the bedside drawer vibrated once. Curious as to whom it would be, she walked over and flipped the thin device open to read:

I'm sorry. For everything.

Her heart fell still. Time slowed to a stop. The room suddenly shrunk ten times too small.

A part of her was in disbelief. A part of her wanted to ignore it and an even larger part of her wanted to throw the phone against the wall.

She sat down onto the edge of the bed and felt the pain rise until it formed a thick knot in her throat. Taking a deep breath, she closed the phone within her grasp and dropped her head into her hands. Her thoughts skyrocketed back to that day, that same horrid day that changed her life completely. Amy thought back to how much she hated him, how much she wanted him to crawl back to her on his hands and knees, how much she foolishly wanted to him to love her.

Without him, she would have never felt so angry. Without him, she would have never felt so broken. Without him, she would have never—

"Amy?"

She raised her head and saw Ian standing at the door, eyes widen with concern.

On approach, he knelt down onto one knee in front of her and looked up into her watery eyes, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. "Is everything alright?"

It was amazing how he could calm her down in an instant. Just the touch of his hand brought her back from the verge of spiralling down a path she didn't want to follow anymore. He truly was her anchor. And as Amy stared into his worry-ridden eyes, the haze of raw, uncontrollable emotion weakened until she could finally understand the message for what it was.

These words were far too late. His apology didn't change a thing, but she realized that holding onto this grudge was useless. Hating him wasn't worth it.

Amy had always known that they would never be the same again. They would never be friends again and she will never feel for him the way she used to ever again, but it was time to forgive, even if she will never forget. It was time to let go, no matter how much her heart didn't want to. So, with blurry eyes, she reached for Ian and allowed the tears to flow.

She cried over a lost love she harboured for so many years. She cried over the pain she had kept inside for far too long and finally she cried over him…one last time.

xxx

One Year later….

"Sir?" Vikram turned at the voice, his scowl hidden behind a perfect mask until his jaw dropped completely on the floor.

"Is that you, Daniel Cahill?" he asked recovering faster.

Dan scowled, marring his perfectly handsome face that made many women sigh behind him. His jaw seemed more defined, in the dark suit he adorned on himself for the occasion. If anything, he would try to beg his sister one last time to allow him to wear his t's and jeans. But she had to pull the "I'm your only sister, wouldn't you do at least this much for me?" card and make him feel like he was the culprit.

He looked at Sir Vikram and smiled, "You aren't in black suit." he said.

Vikram hid a scowl, smiling forcefully. "Well, Natalie thought it'd be amusing to see me in a white suit with a pink shirt inside."

Dan laughed, imagining Natalie demanding him to wear the disgusting colour inside.

"Young man, you have no right to laugh like that when you yourself look laughable with a scowl." Vikram warned, although he didn't exactly mean the obvious lie.

"But, I wouldn't worry too much. Because I am not dressed in pink." he laughed again.

"So, how is Ian?" Dan asked, the mirth still in his eyes.

Vikram sighed, "That man is wound tighter than a spring. He says you aren't answering any of his calls."

Dan looked at his phone, rolling his eyes. "Had Natalie not given me the responsibility, I'd say he would have claimed that Natalie would have done a better job and calmed her dear brother down."

Vikram looked around, "I think you did an excellent job, Daniel. Everything looks immaculate."

"Except Natalie did give me a few tips." he admitted.

On the mention of her name, a familiar white limo pulled up in front of them. Once the vehicle stopped, the door opened from the inside. A slender leg in a white high-heeled sandal touched the floor first before Natalie surfaced in a long Greek-influenced dress.

Dan's jaw almost hit the floor, and he wouldn't have known what hit him with her gaze steadily held against him.

There was a glint in her eye, and she smirked. "Nice suit, Cahill."

He blushed slightly, making Vikram raise an eyebrow. "Thank you. You look gorgeous yourself," he quickly said.

Her amber eyes twinkled.

"Where's Amy?" Luna interrupted.

"Here." a soft voice came from inside the limo and all their heads turned.

They heard gasps as they watched her step out of the limo. Her gown was made of a beautiful white lace that hugged her in all the right places. The long sleeves and elegant train accentuated her slender figure, but it was the plunging neckline in the back that had the them gawking. So wonderfully classy yet elegantly seductive, Amy was the epitome of a vixen as she stood in front of them with a tentative smile at her pink lips.

"You look lovely, my dear." Vikram said tenderly.

"You're breath-taking." Luna said excitedly, barely able to contain her giddiness, "I bet anything Ian is going to drop dead in his feet."

"Is he inside?"

Dan nodded, finally recovering from the bright shine.

"He's been asking for you all day."

Natalie stepped beside Amy and smiled, "You ready?"

Amy looked at all of them, a silent question passing on. And they nodded, as a signal.

Dan grinned, looking at Natalie. That should hide his embarrassment well.

He stood beside Amy—on the other side, and quickly dialled the number that has been calling him non-stop the entire day.

"It's time to take your place at the altar, Ian…because here comes your bride."

The End.

Author's Note:

That's it, the long journey in this archive has finally come to an end and I feel really sad that I won't be posting anything for this story anymore, *sniff* I don't usually cry, but really this is sad.

Anyway, I feel really sad to say that I won't make any commitments in writing another Amian multi-chapters because I started my A level studies. Yes, I am getting home-school, actually self-studying. I want to join a university where my dad stays, and it requires a levels so I want to join as soon as possible. Please do pray I get admission.

So yeah, all the more reason why I will be very busy from now on even in my holidays. Maybe, I would post a one shot or short stories in between, although I can't really promise.

It has been a very thrilling journey, I met different people, made new friends and found a new home where I can find people who wouldn't judge me valiantly. I thank every one of the readers that has been waiting for my updates, reading my story from my start because it really helped me keep motivated and have faith in this story. And also, to those authors who took their time to point out my mistakes because I understand, I understand that you all have much better things to do than point even a small mistake that is there in my story, to sit and analyse it from every angle. I have so much to express, but I don't know if you all have that much time reading this note, XD

And I give my special thanks to my friend, (who is reading all this while I write ) who lent her hand to improve my story since she is more social and more experienced in all these areas than me (yeah, don't be surprised, I don't have a single record of even the r of romance XD)

And lastly, I hope everyone is well, healthy and able to overcome their problems with a smile

I hope I get to write a small story for you guys, if not now, someday when I get sudden inspiration to write anything new!

Goodbye!

P.S. I haven't forgotten what I promised you guys last chapter, I am writing a one shot.