I threw myself on my bed at a little past 9 the next morning. I didn't sleep on the ride home…can't really say why. I think I was too caught up in missing everyone… missing Tree Hill all around. What I miss most about my week in Tree Hill was that feeling of safety…a feeling that Nate and Luke gave me. I know they would do anything to protect me but now I'm thousands of miles away form them…so that feeling is kinda gone.

"You looked kind of cozy with those guys back in Tree Hill. I don't mean to sound jealous or anything…but they grew up with you…they know you more then I do." Stan came and sat next to me on the bed. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Stan…you don't need to be jealous of them. I'm close to them because I've known them for a good part of my life. Heck…I've known Nathan since we were 6 and he drew all over my picture in kindergarten. I have memories with them…but I also have memories with you. Stan I'm engaged to you and that means we have a lot more memories to create."

"But still Peyt…how can I not be jealous there's not one guy, but two that know you better then I ever will. You have this bond with them that you've never had with me. You said it yourself…you've known Nathan for years…you remember something as small as how you met him and that was over twenty year ago. You probably remember how you met Lucas too. Maybe I am just being the jealous obsessive fiancé, but can you blame me for wanting what they have with you."

"You really want what they have with me…Nathan's younger then me but he teats me like his little sister and Luke is like an older brother. They will always have a piece of my heart because I know they'll always be there for me…but you don't just get a piece of my heart Stan…you get more of me then that." I sat up and placed my hand on his face, the smile still sitting on my lips.

"I know Peyt…I know…" he leaned in and kissed me. His hand found my lower back and I let myself relax into him. He gently pushed me back on the bed despite my mumbled excuse of a protest. "Right now though…" both of us were breathing heavily as he started to lean in again. "…I want all of you" he smiled down at me before closing the distance between us.

Things quickly progressed between us as my fingers remained locked between his. After everything that happened in the past week…everything up to this moment, people have formed their own opinions about Stan and I, they make their own assumptions about our lives…but when it comes down to it….no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.