Kirstin was woken up by a blinding ray of sunshine that was directed at her through the windows. A smile came over her face when she felt Sandy's arms tighten around her.

'Morning princess' Sandy joked as he kissed her lightly on the head 'Sleep well?'. She turned around so she could be face to face with him. 'So is that my new nickname now?' she joked as there faces gradually inched closer and closer.

'I think it fits your profile, as only princesses deserve the best'.

'Well I'm lucky to have you then aren't I?'

'Why are you saying I'm practically perfect in everyway?'

'Well that might be a bit of an overstatement but you'II do' and with that Sandy began to tickle her. 'Excuse me did I hear you right' Kirsten was in fits of giggles begging him to stop, but that only encouraged him more.

'Ok ok' she admitted defeat, 'you're fantastic, wonderful …' he suddenly stopped 'and I love you'. 'Glad to her it' kissing her before she had a chance to reply. His arms encircled her petite frame as she placed her hands on his firm chest. She felt weak at the knees even though she wasn't even standing up, she wanted him so badly but she had decided that they should wait until after the ball, after he had seen her the dress she had bought just to please him. Even though they hadn't been together when she bought the dress, her main object was to find something suitable, a dress which would make his jaw drop looking at her all night, no one else. Little did she know that he would have found her attractive, most beautiful in a brown paper bag.

They spent the morning in bed, kissing and cuddling, chatting or in a comfortable silence embracing the warmth of the other half. Eventually Kirsten suggested that they should get up and she'd make breakfast. Sandy Cohen learnt something new about Kirsten that morning – she couldn't cook to save her life. Kirsten Nichol who was perfect at everything set the smoke alarm of trying to scramble eggs. The look of absolute frustration on her face was adorable. He just laughed as she tipped the charcoal remains in the bin.

'Its not funny Sandy there must have been something wrong with the eggs, they could have been out of date or something'. She looked so cute when she had that quizzical look on her face.

'Eh I don't think out of date eggs some how burn before normal ones but hey maybe your right'

She wasn't ready to give up yet though 'Ok well how about pancakes?'

Sandy could see she was headed for another disaster. If she couldn't cook eggs there was no chance she would succeed with pancakes.

'You know what; I think you deserve to be treated to a bagel schmeared by the best'

'I don't have any though'

'Well we can just grab a table at the café and eat there'

'Ok well if you're sure but I don't mind cooking for you honestly'

He had to laugh to himself; she really was the sweetest creature he had ever come across. They enjoyed a light brunch together, acting like all new couples do, kissing each other constantly, and holding hands. Passers-by looked at them and smiled; it was so evident they were so comfortable in each others company, both obviously desperately in love with one another. They ended up strolling round the park, so happy that they could finally just hold one another, touch and kiss instead of pretending that there was nothing going on. Kirstin almost panicked when she saw the time.

'Sandy I got to go. A girl has to look good going to a ball!'

'Kirsten you could go looking like you do now and you'd still look better then everyone there' he moaned trying to convince her to stay with him a bit longer but she was adamant that she had to go beautify herself. What was meant to be a quick goodbye kiss ended up being a ten minute make-out fest behind a tree. It was amazing how he the power to make her forget where she was. She had never been fond of public displays of affection before but when Sandy kissed her she didn't care who was watching.

'I'II see you at the hotel later' and with you short peck on lips she headed back leaving Sandy wondering how he must be the luckiest guy alive to have someone like Kirsten in his life. He was going to show her a night she would never forget.

There she was all ready –makeup, hair, nails, dress all perfect. At least she could be thankfully that living in Newport had given her incredible fashion sense. She knew how to accentuate her best features, what suited her and what didn't. The floor length dress she wore was a low cut black halter neck that emphasised her petite frame, leaving space for the imagination. She left her hair down, curled slightly to soften the look, adding a diamond necklace and earrings for that hint of red carpet glamour. Her makeup was quite natural, making her look classically beautiful. She just hoped that Sandy would be impressed.

Sandy and his friends after rushing because they thought they were late ended up arriving first, complaining about how uncomfortable tuxs. Sandy glanced around the room looking for Kirsten, it looked like she hadn't arrived yet. Paul noticed him searched and commented -

'Man you are so whipped, but do you know what I'm kinda jealous. I haven't seen you this happy in like … forever actually. That Kirsten is a keeper. Oh look her she is'.

And there she was, just entering the ballroom, looking more magnificent and radiant then ever. Every face in the room was turned towards her, girls with looks of disgust and jealously, guys wishing they could get a piece of her, but she was oblivious to this of course, she was only interested in finding Sandy. There eyes met across the room. He really did look like a prince, more handsome then ever in his tux. His breath was taken away when he saw her walking in his direction.

'Hey Sandy, Paul, you both clean up well I see. Shame it doesn't happen too often'

'Well Kirsten' Paul remarked 'if you weren't taken I'd dress up for you anytime but if you'II excuse me I'm gonna see if I can get lucky tonight. Do you think that friend of yours Jen is free?

'Paul get lost' Sandy laughed as Paul went off pretending to act like a gentlemen around the ladies. Turning back to Kirsten still almost speechless looking he took the sight in front of him in again. She moved closer to him.

'So do I scrub up well then?' she asked teasingly.

'Baby, don't get me wrong you always look beautiful but tonight you've outdone yourself you make the rest of us mere mortals look like plebs. I don't think anyone could compare to you at this moment, I just know I'm the luckiest guy on the planet to get to spend the whole night with you'. He just really knew how to say the right things and her heart just melted.

'Come on lets dance' as she grabbed him by the arm leading him into the middle of the dance floor. He gathered her into his arms and she leaned her head on his shoulder. They moved in perfect unison together. Many eyes glanced in their direct, mixed thoughts going through onlookers minds, both negative and positive. What was Kirsten Nichol doing with some random nobody from the Bronx? Why was Sandy Cohen wasting his time with a trust fund kid who'd inevitably run home to daddy and marry someone with a six figure pay package? Others looked on in jealously wishing they could be as happy as this couple. Why was it that they managed to find each other? both good looking, intelligent, ambitious and determined. Kirsten and Sandy kept dancing in slow movements basking in each others company. Love like this didn't come around very often and they knew it. They each individually vowed to themselves that nothing was going to screw it up.

Dinner was served, cheap wine was drunk, Paul and Sandy entertained their table with corny theatrics and jokes. All night Sandy was at her side, his arm either resting on the back of chair or on her thigh. As time went on they both wished they could just be alone. Just looking at her in that dress turned him on. He wanted her so badly, but didn't want to act like a jerk, he wanted it too be special and when she was ready. Little did he realise that Kirsten was thinking the same thing. He looked so good in a tux, so sexy and rugged, she could wait to be back in her dorm room doing things with him that she had only fantasised about. It reached about half one and they were out on the dance floor when the finally slow song came on. He was caressing her lower back slightly and she was leaning against his chest. She had never felt so comfortable, so content before this truly was one of those magical moments. He loved the way she completely relaxed in his arms, it made him even more determined never to let her go.

It was well past two when they reached her dorm, she let them in as Jen had ended up going back to some after party. She closed the door as he turned her round.

'You know I've never seen anything as beautiful as they way you look tonight' and he kissed her gently. The kisses deepened getting more and more passionate. She guided him to the bedroom, desire building inside her bursting to be unleashed. She pulled off his jacket and started to undo his bowtie. He started to unzip the back of her dress as he placed light fluttering kisses along her cheekbone, moving down her neck. She had to pull back when his shirt came off just so she could admire his tan toned six-pack. His fit physique only made her more desperate for him to touch her everywhere. Her dress eventually fell to the floor leaving Sandy in awe at the sight before him. There she stood with only the minimal sexiest, silkiest lingerie he had ever seen. He undid the clasp of her bra and began to massage her breasts. She lightly traced circles on his bare back, gasping slightly as she felt his hands moving back and forth over her hardened nipples. She needed to feel him inside her. She pulled at the elastic of his boxers, tugging them off. He moved her towards the bed and placed her down gently below hi, their lips never parting. They kissed and traced every part of each others bodies, discovering the others most sensitive spots. He then entered her starting with slow deep thrusts. This wasn't just sex for them, this was making love conveying the true passion they felt for each other. He could feel her tighten around him as he quickened his pace. They both began to pant as they came nearer to climax. And then it came, she had never felt so alive, he had never felt so out of control. They both stayed in that entwined position for what seemed like hours, both heartbeats beating wildly. Sandy broke the magical silence wearing his heart on his sleeve like he always did for her 'I love you', and a glowing Kirsten looked up at him, meeting his gaze, smiling 'I love you too'.

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