Oh god…

Bella…when she wore those tight jeans and that particularly form-fitting and oh-so-soft sweater, she brought me to my fucking knees.

I was a dying man, throat parched, skin burnt and she was my salvation, my oasis.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me—probably because I told her as much as I was nailing her against the wall of my parent's living room the other week. Hell, I didn't even have the restraint to wait until we reached my bedroom. Not that she minded— judging by the way she was moaning and raking her nails down my back, it sure seemed as if she was into it.

But then she got all sulky and mumbled something about "romance" and didn't speak to me for a week. When she finally did come around, she was still kind of bitchy, but at least we were semi-communicating.

And now she has the nerve to come to school in that very same outfit, all flirty and shit?

I didn't know how I was going to survive the fucking day.

She bumped into me in the hallway on the way to French class this morning, her tits brushing against my arm.

Then she made sure she was in front of me in the lunch line as she leaned over to reach for the yogurt cup way in the very back of the ala-carte shelf.

Finally, in biology, she dropped a pencil on the floor beside me, dangerously close to my foot. Bending over to pick it up, she used my thigh for leverage, squeezing slightly on her retreat. Her head was just right fucking there and I sucked in my breath and held onto the table for dear life because I was this close to thrusting up into her face and I didn't think that would have gone over well at all.

Clearly, she had me by the balls.

I wish.

I had to have her again…soon.

Remembering her remark about romance, I wracked my brain for inspiration. If it was romance she wanted, then dammit, romance she would get. I could be pretty fucking charming, if I do say so myself. I'd romance her until she was love-drunk and then the tables would be turned and she would be begging me to fuck her.

As soon as the final bell rang, I high-tailed it out of school, making a quick stop at the florist before heading over to Bella's house. She answered the door and without saying a word, I pulled the bouquet of tulips from behind my back.

She eyed the flowers suspiciously before taking them from my hand, bringing them up to her nose and inhaling deeply.

"Forgiven?" I asked, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes.

"Hmm, maybe," she answered. Turning around, she walked back into the house, stopping when she noticed I wasn't following. Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed me an inviting grin. "Coming?" she asked.

I followed her into the room, closed the door and made my way over to where she was standing. Pressing myself against her back, I circled my arms around her waist and slid my hands down to the top of her jeans, slipping my fingers inside the waistband.

"Coming?" I whispered into her ear. "Oh yeah, I will most definitely be coming. And I can guarantee that you will be, too."

She shivered and leaned back into my chest. "Promise?" she asked.

"Promise," I replied as my hands and mouth went to work.