I made myself very clear in the beginning but apparently stupidity is a disease that can't be cured.

To the guest reviewer who's too fucking stupid to stop reading a story he/she doesn't like how about you go fuck yourself and stay the hell away from my stories. If my story is too generic for you I'm sure it was too generic in the beginning as well but your ignorance kept bringing you back, apparently. And if every story on this site isn't good enough for you, how about you take a shot at writing yourself and see how many people would like your stories, and by the content of your review I doubt anyone would because you sound like a damn idiot.

I didn't realize it was hard to be respectful to people you don't know, but obviously I was mistaken. Either keep your fucking petty complaints to yourself or go whine to someone who gives two fucks.

If any of your are going to sign in as guests and try to talk down to me how about you grow some fucking balls first and sign in with your pen name. No one likes petty bitches.

Take this as a reminder to anyone else who feels the need to act like a catty, pathetic piece of shit. Either keep your fucking mouth shut or fuck off.

Chapter Thirteen-Problems

"Christian!" Ana screams. I love it when she screams my name.

The warm water pounds against my flexed back as I drive myself into Ana from behind. I have both of my hands on her, one gripping her waist and the other resting against her arched back. Her hands are braced against the wall. I groan loudly as her body clenches around me, her muscles sucking me deeper inside.

"Jesus, Ana," I grunt, as she pushes her ass against me.

"Oh, God!" she cries out, throwing her head back. "Mm, I'm gonna come, Christian!"

I growl in the back of my throat. Moving my hand from her back I reach around in between her legs and massage her clit. She jerks against me and without warning convulses around me. I hold her around the waist when her knees give out and continue to pump a few more times before I come deep inside her. We sink to the floor, spent and sated with the rushing water still pouring over us.

She's sitting in my lap, her back against my chest and her head resting on my shoulder as we both pant, catching our breaths.

"I'm gonna miss this," she breathes.

"Miss what?"

She turns her head so her forehead is resting against my neck. "This. With you."

I unconsciously run my fingers over her arms. I frown at her words. "I'm not understanding."

"We go back home tomorrow," she explains, looking up at me.

I chuckle. "So?"

"So . . . I thought . . . I thought we wouldn't continue, um, doing this," she mumbles.

"You thought just because we're going home tomorrow I wouldn't want to fuck you anymore?" I ask, sounding a little disbelieving.

She shrugs. "Well, yeah. We're getting back to reality, and it's going to be . . . different."

"It is going to be different," I agree. "But that's only because I'll be fucking you whenever I please."

She doesn't say anything for a moment, so I add to my comment. "Is that not what you want, Ana?"

"No. I want that. It's just . . . I don't know how to explain it."

"What, are you afraid of our relationship changing?" I ask.

"Yes. I've never been in a relationship before, and—"

"Wait, is that what you want? A real relationship?"

She takes a deep breath. "I don't know," she whispers. "I don't know what I want anymore. But I do like what we've been doing," she admits.

"So do I," I tell her. A thought comes to my mind. "Why don't we just be friends—with benefits? I mean, we'll be living together, and neither one of us is sure if we want a relationship or not, but we like the sex. Plus, we still need to act like were lovebirds around my family. It'll be a win-win for everyone."

She thinks it over for a minute then nods her head. "Alright, I can work with that," she says. She looks up at me with a smile on her face. I smile back and plant a chaste kiss on her mouth.

I relish the feel of her soft body in my arms for a moment then say, "I think we should get out of here before we turn into prunes."

She giggles. "Okay."

I help her stand up, turn off the water and step out of the shower. We wrap ourselves in towels and walk out of the bathroom.

"I don't feel like getting dressed," Ana mumbles.

"Then don't. You'll end up being naked anyways."

She turns around and grins at me. "And to think I was going to ask what you wanted to do for the rest of the day."

I smirk at her. "Can't blame a man for wanting a body like yours under him 24/7."

"Apparently not."

I watch her from the bed as she walks to the kitchen in nothing but her birthday suit.

"I'm going to make a sandwich, do you want one?" she asks from behind the kitchen island.

"Sure."

I have the perfect view of her sexy body from my comfortable spot on the bed. It's kind of hard to believe this is our last day here, even harder to believe that for the past four and a half days I've been balls deep inside my wife. Jeez, it's so weird saying that word. It's so weird thinking about the fact that I'm married. But honestly knowing that it's Ana that I'm married to doesn't make it seem all that outrageous.

After our first round of fucking I thought it would be awkward between us, like we were too embarrassed to look at each other. But I was totally wrong. It was like nothing happened between us, and when we were so lost in each other it felt completely natural.

The only time things got more serious than I would have liked is when I realized I've been fucking her without a condom. Thankfully she just forgot to mention she was on birth control. I've never been more thankful for the menstrual cycle in my life.

I am a little sad to be leaving. We won't be in our small little bubble anymore, and although I am excited to get back home and get things done, I'm a little saddened at the thought of not having Ana's full attention day in and day out. I love her being at my beck and call. I love that she likes to fuck me. I love her warm body resting next to mine. I love . . . I love . . . I quickly erase the frightening thought that comes to mind and bury it deep in the recesses of my mind. I'm not ready to acknowledge that terrifying thought yet.

"Christian, do you want mustard?" Ana says, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Um, I-yeah sure, I don't care, whatever is fine," I stumble over my words.

"Okay," she answers humorously. I don't know what's funny.

She comes back into the room moments later with two plates in her hand. She passes one to me. I watch as she awkwardly moves across the bed. Even though I've become quite acquainted with her naked body, I still think she's a little shy around me.

I smirk at her as she begins eating. She looks up at me, her mouth full. "What?" she asks.

I shake my head and take a bite of my sandwich, remembering to thank her only after I'm finished.

After cleaning up our mess, we find ourselves back in bed. We're laying face to face, her hands resting under her head, my hand on her waist and the other playing with her hair.

"Ana, can I ask you something?"

She nods her head, her eyes growing a little wary.

"When we were younger, why did we start hating each other?" I ask.

She blinks at me. "I didn't hate you."

"Yes, you did. It was like we were best friends one day, and the next you turned evil and started biting my head off whenever you saw me," I tell her.

She flattens her mouth into a thin line and rolls onto her back. I hear her sigh and then slightly chuckle. "I didn't hate you, Christian. Trust me."

I move over so I'm looking down at her face. She gazes into my eyes. "Then why were you so mean? What happened that changed our relationship?"

She stares up at me. Cocking her head, she says, "You really don't know?"

I shake my head. "I really don't know."

She licks her lips. "Christian, I had the biggest crush on you when we were younger."

"What?" I breathe, shocked.

She narrows her eyes at me. "You really didn't know that?"

I shake my head. I really didn't know. I mean we were both fond of each other but I never knew she had a crush on me. Maybe I didn't notice because I just never saw her in that way. I just saw her as my friend. I'll admit that I did think she was pretty, but it was never the type of attraction that would lead me to like her like that.

I look at her. "So what changed?"

She shakes her head and sighs. "I was jealous," she admits. "And hurt. You started talking to other girls and ignoring me. I thought you were doing it on purpose because you knew I liked you and you didn't feel the same."

I shake my head. That's definitely how I remember it. "I didn't ignore you, Ana. We both started hanging around with different people, we just drifted apart."

"Yeah, because you started ignoring me so I stopped talking to you altogether," she argues.

"No," I say emphatically. "That's not what happened, Ana."

She gives me a look. "Why are you getting so upset?"

"Because you have it all wrong. That's not how it happened. We drifted apart and then . . . I don't know you hit puberty or something and that's what caused your anger towards me."

She smiles. "It really doesn't matter anymore, Christian. You shouldn't be getting worked up over the past," she reasons.

I huff out a loud breath and roll onto my back. But it does matter. To me at least. I didn't know she liked me and I sure as hell didn't ignore her on purpose. If I had known she liked me . . . I don't know what I would have done, but maybe our relationship wouldn't be the way it is now. I mean, I'm not complaining about the way it is now, but maybe we could've stayed best friends, and maybe we could've dated each other. I sigh, wondering if that's something I really want or not. I mean I like Ana, I more than like Ana but I don't know if I could be in a relationship with her. I wouldn't want to screw it up. I honestly couldn't imagine my life without her. That would be true even before we got married.

"You said you used to have a crush on me," I begin. "You don't anymore?"

"No," she answers quickly, too quickly. "I mean, no. I don't have a crush on you . . . anymore."

"Oh. Well I don't have a crush on you either."

"Good to know," she says dryly.

"Would you like to know why?"

"Not really but you're going to tell me anyways, aren't you?"

"I see even after fucking you mad you still seem to have your smart mouth," I remark.

She turns to me with a humorous glint in her eyes. "That will never change no matter how hard you fuck me."

I roll my eyes. "I don't have a crush on you because I could never be attracted to someone who thought the Easter Bunny was real until they were fifteen."

She laughs. "I told you, I thought it was a real bunny made scientifically that laid colored eggs!"

I laugh. "That sounds totally ridiculous. Why would they genetically engineer a bunny to lay colored eggs? And bunnies don't even lay eggs!"

She rolls her eyes but has an amused smile on her face. "Whatever. But I have you know I was completely distraught when I was told that there was no such thing."

I laugh. "Oh, poor little Anastasia, finding out bunnies don't lay colored eggs," I tease.

She turns to look at me, her eyes squinted. "You like to tease me a lot, I noticed."

"I do," I admit unashamed.

She frowns and looks down at my bare chest. "I like it," she whispers.

My eyes shoot to hers. Her eyes are trained on mine. We just stare at each other, unmoving. Our breathing is even and I realize it's synchronized. I find myself being pulled in by her mesmerizing eyes, and being pulled closer to her. My lips slowly inch forward, coming to meet hers. Then suddenly she turns her head, her eyes wide, and she sits up and quickly climbs out of bed. I sit up and stare at her quizzically.

"Um," she murmurs, her arms covering her body. I frown at her actions. "I—I have to use the bathroom."

She doesn't give me the chance to respond as she dashes to the bathroom and closes the door securely behind her. I frown. What the hell was that all about?

Later on that evening, Ana seems to be a bit standoffish. She avoids eye contact most of the time, gives me short answers when she can get away with it, and when I asked her if she wanted to shower she said she didn't think she needed one, knowing full well the reason I wanted to take a shower.

She's made our final dinner here, which is Chicken Parmesan. It's delicious. Ana's a very good cook.

But beside the delicious meal it's the first time we've been here that there's been awkward silence between us. I've tried to get her to make conversation with me, but she continues to shy away.

I'm finished eating but I'm still sitting at the table, gazing at Ana as she mostly picks at her food.

"Ana will you tell me what's wrong?" I ask her, my tone pleading.

"There's nothing to tell, Christian. Nothing's wrong. How many times are you going to ask me that?"

"As many times as it takes until you give me an honest answer," I snap at her.

She drops her fork on her plate with a loud clatter and stands up, huffing out an exasperated sigh. She picks up both of our plates and takes them to the sink. After washing them, she turns around and says, "I'm tired so I'm going to bed. Plus we have a long drive tomorrow." I watch her as she goes. She didn't even look at me as she made the announcement.

I sigh and lean back in the chair, running my fingers through my hair. I don't know what to do or say to make her open up to me. I don't know what I did to make her close herself off from me either. Jesus, why do women have to be so complicated?

I sigh as I stand up and pad to the bedroom. I leave my pajama pants on knowing I won't need to have them off, but I do take off my shirt. It gets hot with both me and Ana in the bed and with the fireplace burning.

I slide in next to her and notice with displeasure how she distances herself as far away from me as possible. I frown, rather irritated that we're spending our last night here separated instead of sexing each other up.

I stare at Ana's back for a moment, trying to think of something to say to fix whatever's wrong, but I come up blank. I lean over and turn of the bedside lamp. I close my eyes, willing sleep to find me but knowing it won't.

Nothing can ever be easy between these two, can it? But young love is never easy, or so I've been told.

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