I am sooooo, soooooo, soooooo sorry about the wait. Truly. But I've been very busy, what with taking Driver's Ed and finally getting some new books. My goal is to reach 125 by the time school startes, and I'm at 114 right now. I recommend the House of Night series as well as Vampire Academy. Both really good!

***WARNING: There is a sex scene at the end of this chapter, so it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you weren't comfortable reading it. And go easy on me, it's my first time. I might be a virgin, but I've read enough Romance novels to know what goes on in the bedroom. ;]

Enjoy!

Chapter 13 – Love is in the Air

~Mac's POV~

I hate Valentines Day. All that mushy gushing crap was pretty damn nauseating, which is kinda sad since I finally have someone to spend the holiday with. But, we had yet to discuss it together. He hadn't mentioned it, I hadn't mentioned it, and what do you know, it was never mentioned. Sure, I didn't like Valentines Day, but that doesn't mean I still don't have feelings.

All around me, girls were gushing to their bff's about how her beau got her something special even though it wasn't actually the right day.

"Oh, Stacey!" some anorexic girl exclaimed, her voice high and nasally. "Look what he got me!" And then she proceed to hold her hand out, letting the promise ring hit the light just so, and then voila! You have daylight reflecting off it. "Can you believe it? It was, like, so perfect. We went to this cute little restaurant and he told me he loved me and ohmyGAWD!" Yeah, she did make it sound like one word. "It was, like, sooooo amazing! And perfect! He is so fiiiiiine!"

Ummmm, gag me. Please. It didn't help that I was jealous. And I loathed being jealous of someone who sounds like they just inhaled a balloon filled with helium. Why must girls allow the blond stereotype to be true? I don't get it. Do guys really like the brainless whores? Yes, yes they do.

I glanced up at my French teacher when she cleared her throat, allowing Miss Thang to turn around and ignore the fact that Stacey wanted to try on her ring. "As you are all aware," Mrs. Carondolet said, her voice lilting in her slight French accent, "Valentines Day is on Friday. So I have a project I want you guys to work on. You will find your favorite love song, poem, and a scene from a romantic movie and translate it into French." Groans erupted around the class and I swear Mrs. Carondolet smirked. "The scene from a movie may be no shorter then a page. All of this is due on Friday. I checked out the laptops today and tomorrow so use your time wisely."

She wrote the assignment on the board before taking her seat behind her desk.

I sighed as everyone got up to grab a laptop from the rack beside her desk. I get that French can be romantic. I get that teachers sometimes like to use the holiday as an excuse to not have to teach for a few days, but come on! I have posters and flyers all over the school reminding me of what day it is and how far away the Valentines Day dance is. And I am also reminded a thousand times a day that Wyatt has yet to ask me. That he has yet to mention anything pertaining to the day that makes me want to throw up.

I may not be one for being a sap, but what girl doesn't want their soul mate to ask them on a Valentines date?

I sighed again and went to work scrabbling idle thoughts on what I could do for the project, leaning my head on my hand.

I heard footsteps and made the mistake of looking up. Damn it.

"Why the long face?" a blond Milles asked. And without missing a beat, took the open seat beside me as an invitation to sit down, since I apparently was as transparent as I felt.

"Nothing I want to tell you," I answered, looking back down at my paper and ignoring him. It was hard though, because he smelled revolting. A light spray of cologne can be nice. But the whole bottle? Not so nice. And on my sensitive senses? Painful.

"I know a way to cheer you up," he announced haughtily, swiveling in his chair to face me.

I raised a sardonic brow at him, daring him to continue as I put on my best intimidation face. He hesitated for a few seconds, and it was then I knew what was happening. It had been occurring quite frequently over the past week, since Monday. And it was only Tuesday.

"Go to the dance with me," he whispered huskily.

"Mon Dieu," I whispered under my breath.

"Ms. Black!" Mrs. Carondolet chastised. "Watch your language. Do not take God's name in vain while in my class, please."

I nodded, noting to do it much quieter from now on. "I think you are annoying and arrogant, irritating and smell disgusting. Do you really think I would go to the dance with you? I have a boyfriend, thanks," I told him in French, not even bothering to glance at him as I spoke. "You can leave me alone now."

Mrs. Carondolet laughed aloud, while most of the class looked bewildered. We were in French class for God's sake, why did no one seem to understand me? Lucky for me though, Mrs. Carondolet took pity. "It means no, Mr. Neilson."

His face scrunched up and I rolled my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from erupting in laughter. I felt embarrassment wash over him as he grabbed his computer and returned to his seat, the guy beside him giving me a thumbs up, obviously not liking Milles.

Recognition filled me as I noticed that it was Wyatt's best friend. Jeremy. Hmm, guess he was on my side. Good.

"Jeremy!" I called. "Come here for a second."

He frowned but got up and stalked his over to my table, slumping down in the seat Milles had previously occupied. "What is it that you need?" he asked.

"Wyatt tells you things… right?"

He nodded. "Yeah," Jeremy confirmed. "Why?"

I sighed. How to broach the subject? I pondered for a few quick seconds before deciding my usual tactic for subtlety was as good as anything. "Why hasn't Wyatt as me out for Valentines Day yet?" I blurted out in a rushed whispered.

Jeremy blinked a second before chuckling silently. "A little straightforward, are we?" He smirked. "What makes you think he isn't going to?"

"I… ahh…" Was he really going to?

Jeremy grinned slyly. "Wyatt isn't one for doing things early. He likes to procrastinate. Waiting to the last minute, you know? Just give him a bit of time. I'm sure he'll do it soon though."

"I hope so. I'm so tired of hearing all this 'And he said he loved me' and 'OHMYGAWD!' everywhere. It's disgusting."

Jeremy eyed me oddly. "You are right. It is pretty sick. Being all 'I can't believe he gave you a promise ring! He is so thoughtful! I want one too!'" he mimicked in a high, girly tone.

I giggled.

"Shut it, Jeremy. You're just jealous," Bailey sniffed in disdain, tossing her head so that her bleached hair would swing off her shoulder.

"Jealous of you getting a ring?" he asked, feigning shock and throwing a hand over his heart and batting his eyelashes as if he were trying not to cry. "I wanted one from my boyfriend, but all I got was his heart. Isn't that so stupid? Actually liking my boyfriend and not the crap he gives me? I want to have what you have, Bailey. I want your boyfriend." He even sniffed dramatically and whipped his dry cheeks.

I snickered and offered him a tissue from the box behind me.

"No," he said, waving his hand with the shaking of his head. "I'm fine. It just h-hur-HURTS!" And then he "sobbed", falling into my arms. "Oh, Mac, how will I go on?"

The entire class erupted into laughter.

Bailey's cheeks were as red as her nail polish as she muttered, "Leave it to the drama geek to act stupid."

Jeremy blew her an air kiss, trying to be a girl and act seductively. "I love you too, babe."

I glanced up to see if Mrs. Carondolet was paying any attention to the screaming boy beside me, but she was nose deep in a book. However, I felt her laughing on the inside and could practically feel her beaming. Then I remembered she didn't like Bailey.

"Mrs. Carondolet!" Bailey snapped. "Aren't you going to do anything?"

Mrs. Carondolet looked up from her book and feigned innocence in the whole ordeal. "Do what, mon chéri?" she asked naively.

"Punish Jeremy!" she yelled, stomping her foot.

"Why, Miss Fielding, if you do not change your tone of voice, I will be sending you to the principles' office," she warned, her voice low, authority ringing in her words.

Bailey pouted, but thankfully, remained silent. I could feel her anger and embarrassment flooding me but was for once glad. It meant Jeremy did an outstanding performance.

"Nice Job, Jere," I congratulated him, giving him a low five beneath the table.

He beamed at the compliment. "Well, I am a drama geek. And those expensive acting classes paid off."

I nodded in agreement and was glad when the bell rang.

"So, are you sure that Wyatt has planned to ask me?" I asked again as we walked to the door where I knew Wyatt would be waiting.

"Of course," Jeremy reassured me. "Wyatt isn't stupid."

"I second that motion," a familiar voice agreed behind me.

I turned around and glanced up at Wyatt. Afraid he had overheard our previous conversation, I licked my suddenly dry lips. Wyatt's cobalt eyes trailed the movement and my heart rate increased as I read his emotions. Desire.

"I'll just leave the two of you alone for awhile," Jeremy muttered before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway.

Without permeable, Wyatt's lips claimed mine in a searing kiss, that was interrupted way too soon.

"Alright you two, enough making out in front of my door. I enjoy having my breakfast remain down my throat."

We pulled apart to see Mrs. Carondolet in her doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. She was trying to look stern but the gleam in her eyes told me otherwise.

"Pourquoi, Tante, vous cherchez beau ce matin," Wyatt whispered, taking her hand into his and placing a very gentlemanly kiss to her knuckles. Why, Auntie, you look lovely this morning.

"Dear boy, where did you learn to be so chivalrous?" she asked, eyeing him warily.

"Auntie, you are too hard on me," Wyatt said, pretending to be offended.

"Auntie?" I echoed, confused.

"She is technically my great aunt, but she doesn't appreciate sounding so old," Wyatt told me, motioning towards his aunt.

"And best you know it. A woman doesn't enjoy her age plastered on every bill board," she said, running a hand through her white waves, which were in a half ponytail.

"Ahh," I said, "she is the one who taught you French."

Wyatt nodded. "Oui."

"My mother and father, as well as my sister and two brothers emigrated from France back in the late seventies. And don't think that means I'm old," she muttered, jabbing a finger in my direction.

"Wouldn't even dream of it," I retorted, grinning widely.

"Well, Wyatt, I like her. Much better than that twit you were dating earlier in the year."

"Auntie!"

"What? It's the truth. Now you two best be on your way to class. I checked your record, Wyatt. You've been late to class a lot," she reprimanded him.

"Yes, Auntie," Wyatt drawled, placing a hand on my lower back. "Have fun with your prep period!" he called over his shoulder, steering us towards class.

"I love her," I said.

Wyatt flashed his dimples down at me. "I do too. She is the only one I will call family."

My good mood sobered. It had been a month and a half since our conversation pertaining to his parents, and we talked about everything, after he finally opened up to me. But he still denied me the ability to purchase an apartment. He said that he wanted one last thing to do himself that would help his little sister. And when your imprint says stuff like that, you gotta listen.

However, I felt an odd twinge in my heart as he said the words. I frowned once he dropped a kiss to my nose and said goodbye, scurrying down the hallway, trying to not be late to class for once.

I held a shaking hand to my sternum and ran it over the skin there a few times before entering my history class. Why did what he said bother me so much?

~Wyatt's POV~

I was anxious, walking to my leadership class. I wasn't real nervous about being late, I mean come on, I've been late to about every class at least three times. The only reason the school hasn't given me detention over it was 'cause of my Auntie. She can be very persuasive when she puts her mind to it, and she knows my parents don't give a flying fuck about anything that has to do with me.

I was anxious, and had been for a while, about Mac and our situation. We hadn't talked about the whole jump-from-my-roof suicide attempt. She claims it wasn't suicide and that she won't do it again, but that doesn't mean she won't want to. I trust her when she says she won't do it again, but I don't know how to keep her from wanting to go to that place in her mind. And it terrifies me. It makes me feel like I can't mess up, that I need to make her happy and whole and completed. All the time. And sometimes, it makes me feel suffocated, the need to keep her sane always a solid thing in my mind.

My phone buzzed as I got in the classroom walked toward where I sat. It was from Jeremy.

Dude, I saved your ass. You owe me.

I frowned as I took my seat beside him. I glanced at Jeremy, raising a questioning brow at him. He shrugged, opening his binder to see what he had to do today. I did the same.

"Mac wants to know why the hell you haven't asked her to the dance," he said, marking off what he did yesterday.

"What?" I squeaked, ignoring my to-do list and turning to face him.

He had the audacity to laugh at me. "Look, Wyatt. Just because at times she doesn't seem like it, she is a girl. She likes the roses and chocolate thing. Duh."

"But I know Mac, and she doesn't like that sort of thing. And what do you know about girls, Jere?" I was the only one in the entire school that knew he was gay. When all the girls who chase him ask me why he never has a girlfriend, I always cover and tell him that she goes to college.

He scowled at me. "Just 'cause I like men does not mean I'm stupid," he whispered, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "And if I were straight, I would at least know when I need to ask my girlfriend on dates and shit."

Damn, he was right. I never once took Mac on a date. I wasn't romantic, and well, all that shit made me feel sick. However, I owed it to Mac to do the right thing by her and by God, I will do it.

"Okay, all-knowing-gay-guy-but-if-had-a-girlfriend-would-know-what-to-do, what is your advice?" I asked, in low tones so the people around us wouldn't hear as they left the room to work on their assignments.

He glared at me again. "If you say that out loud one more time, I will hurt you," he threatened, getting up and putting his red binder on the shelf.

"Fine. Will you help me though?" I begged, following suit and putting my binder away next to his.

"Why not? It's not like we have to do much other then help Mrs. Palmer paint her art room," he mused aloud, walking out of the room.

"What? We have to paint her room? Again? We do that every year!" I groaned, following after him.

He shrugged. "She has a paint fetish."

I gave him a droll glance and he smirked. "Oh really, who would've guessed the art teacher likes paint?"

He rolled his eyes. "It isn't as funny when you have to voice out the joke."

I playfully pushed him to the side and he cackled.

"Wyatt!"

I turned at the feminine yell. Although why, I wasn't so sure. I didn't have to be Alice to know what Kacey was up to. Kacey Hearty was a junior with short, straight hair that was blond and died with black highlights. One would think it would look bad, but on her she did a pretty good job of making it look stylish. The only annoying thing about her was her voice. High pitched and she talked forever. Not to mention she been practically throwing herself at me since her freshmen year.

Kacey stopped right in front of me, her four foot nine body beaming with satisfaction as she glanced up at me with her bright, big blue eyes. "Wyatt! I'm so glad I caught you!"

I heard Jeremy laughing quietly as he regarded the two of us. And so I smirked when she noticed him.

"Jeremy! So nice to see you as well," she drawled, sizing him up.

Jeremy stiffened and looked scared to death as he practically begged me with his eyes to save him.

"Well, Kacey, as you know, I have-"

"A girl friend, yeah, I know," she interrupted me, a frown making her lips pouty. If it was supposed to seduce me, it wasn't working. At all. Only one set of lips could make me speechless and they didn't even have to pout to do it.

"Leadership class," I clarified, "but yes, I do have a girlfriend. Anyway, Jeremy and I really need to get back to painting Mrs. Palmer's room."

Her eyes dimmed but lit up again as if a thought crossed into her mind. "I'll walk you!"

"I don't think that'll be necessary-"

"Don't worry!" she exclaimed, looping her arm through mine and steering me towards the art room. "I have Mr. Oliver this period. He's always have asleep anyway."

Jeremy awkwardly stood on my free side. "So, you needed help?" he asked, making idle conversation and I realized he was navigating our conversation towards MacKayla, thank Jesus.

"Ah, yes. What do you think I should do?"

"What do you need help with?" Kacey inquired, agitated, beside me and gazing up at me with adoring eyes.

"I'm not sure what to do for my girlfriend. It's almost Valentines Day, and I'm clueless."

I watched as her face darkened and she looked away from me to the floor for a second and then back up at me. Right as we reached Mrs. Palmer's class, she pulled me a side and waved Jeremy in. He glanced at me warily.

"I guess I'll be right in to help you," I muttered through clenched teeth.

He nodded, a smile gracing his lips as he looked at me mockingly. I glowered at him.

"Wyatt," Kacey began, pulling me into shadows where the hallway's lights were off, "I get you have a girlfriend. You always seem to have one. But why are you wasting your time on her? If you don't know what to do for her, then she's obviously not your meant to be. So why stick with her when your one true love is still out there?"

I bit back my retort, letting her get all of this out of her system now. She reached up and cupped my cheek with her hand. I made sure I didn't stiffen. "Wyatt, I believe that we might have a chance. I've thought that for awhile now, and with you graduating in June, I want us to have that chance."

I gently grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my face, allowing it to drop back down to her side where it swung back and forth. "Kacey, I appreciate the gesture, really, but I'm in love with Mac. I'm going to stay with her. She is everything I could ever want and hope to have. And once I…" I paused, regarding how old she was legally supposed to be. "When she graduates, I will marry her. This is the real deal, Kacey. I've found who I'm meant to be with."

I watched the horror and embarrassment dawn her features and added smugly, "Please, tell your friends. Tell anyone you can find."

Her eyes on the verge of tearing up, she turned on her heal and ran down the hallway. I sighed heavily and walked into the paint-fumed room, locating Jeremy easily as he swiped a brush into a can of red paint.

"Hey," he greeted, tossing me a spare brush. "We're painting this arch red."

I nodded, dipping the brush into the paint and letting smoothly stroke the brick arch. "So, are you going to help me or what?"

~Mac's POV~

It was the weirdest feeling. It was as if I were floating. As if I weren't really on solid ground and I was hovering over the Earth, glancing down at all the people still trying to find their sole purpose in life. I made sure I didn't giggle and act like a mindless girl as I replayed it over and over in my head…

"I still can't believe Kacey did that. Everyone knows he is so in love with that ugly MacKayla Black."

"I know. I don't even get why he wants to marry her. She is so plain."

"Isn't she too young to get married?"

"He told Kacey that he's willing to wait for her. He is so romantic. Why does she get to have him?! It is so unfair!"

"I know. I wish he would marry me."

"Me too."

I never thought that I could possibly be this happy. Although, I had to remind myself that the truth changes when it's passed through the mouths of high school students, but it had me more then anxious by the time fourth period was over signaling the beginning of lunch.

Wyatt had been absent between my second and third period classes, but I didn't pay any attention since he texted me alerting me to the fact that he was held up in leadership. I couldn't expect him to always dote upon my hand and foot but I did seem to find myself saddened at the small loss of him.

I found him easily enough, and through my high filled gaze, it seemed like he glowed as he leaned up against the wall of lockers. I quickened my stride and threw my arms around his neck.

"So, you want to marry me, I see," I whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe, placing open-mouthed kisses to the skin bellow his ear.

He hissed in response, his arms winding around my waist to pull me tighter against him. He didn't answer me though, which made me very upset but his mouth on mine quenched my sudden drop of giddiness. He sucked on my bottom lip, his hands roaming my sides, finding the small of my back, my hips. I moaned against his mouth and he pulled away, nibbling a path down my throat to where it met with my shoulder. He hoisted me up higher, an arm slung low on my lower back making me arch backwards and clutch his arms to stay upright as he kissed and licked my collarbone.

"What are you doing Friday?" I felt more then heard his words murmured against my oversensitive skin.

"Nothing," I gasped, as he let me fall back to the hallway, but kept me tight to his body as his hand slithered into my hair and his fingers twined themselves in my curls, his mouth finding mine again.

"Good," he said between kisses. "I want you-" kiss "-to go to-" kiss "-the dance with me."

He didn't even give me a chance to respond with his mouth silencing my own. Finally, after a long duel of our tongues, his mouth slid to my ear, his breath making goose bumps erupt all over my skin.

"Say yes," he whispered, kissing my ear lightly, teasing my lobe with his teeth and tongue.

"Yes," I moaned, my hands finding purchase in his soft locks, falling to the nape of his neck and playing with the short little hairs their. "God yes!"

"Ms. Black! Mr. Parker!"

I froze at the sharp voice and turned to see his aunt striding up to his. I felt my face get hot and knew it was as red as possible.

"Wyatt, MacKayla," Mrs. Carondolet exclaimed, striding up to us. "I must ask the two of you to separate this instance before someone catches you!"

Wyatt grinned and kissed me one last time so ardently I all but forgot that his aunt was standing right there, her mouth open and her expression agape as she watched us.

"Wyatt!" I breathed as he pulled away. "She said to stop!"

"Oh, but I couldn't help myself. You said yes."

"Yes, we've established that," Mrs. Carondolet said dryly. "I'm sure half the school heard her moans."

If it were possible, I'm sure my face got redder. "I was answering a question," I added sheepishly.

"Oh, that I'm sure of. Now get to class before I decide I'm too nice and make the both of you get detention."

"Aww, Auntie, I do love you," Wyatt pronounced, kissing her cheek.

Mrs. Carondolet blushed and waved him off. "Go. Be with your amour, okay? Just no more necking in public places. All right?"

He nodded, a smile gracing his lips again as his hand found mine and he pulled me towards the cafeteria.

"That was so embarrassing!" I cried, hanging my head as we entered the double doors and sitting with my family.

"I thought it was funny, although not inside either of your heads. Your French teacher was interesting though," Edward said, sliding his tray of food towards me.

"Yes, well…" I trailed off, my face hot again.

Jeremy sat across from me as me Emmett gave his food to Wyatt. "I think a little thanks is in order," he drawled, taking a bit of his bread roll and chewing it loudly, purposely being annoying.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks."

"For what?" I asked glancing up at my imprint.

"Oh, nothing," Wyatt responded, kissing me on the lips.

***

For already being in love with Wyatt and spending any possible time with him, you would think I would not be nervous about this. I mean sure, it was our first date. And sure, half the school seems to think he's going to marry me, but I knew all the intimacies of his mind. I knew his darkest secret. I already knew that he loved me. So why would my heart be beating the way it was? Why was my mind racing and planning the disasters that might occur?

I smoothed a hand down the front of my black Nicole Miller dress. It was a black strapless dress that went down to my mid thigh. A gold and silver rectangular medallion beneath my breast had pleats of chiffon flowing and connecting in the back. The inside was lined in silk softer then anything I had ever felt.

Alice and I had gotten it the last time I was in New York and knew first hand the price. However, it was the cheapest dress in my closet. In fact, I had two purse that cost more. As well as four shoes, one of which I was wearing. They were silver and had diamonds on every single strap. There was a wrap around strap that went up my ankle. A strap wrapped at my toes and another at the top of my foot. Though I don't really like to admit it, Alice made sure I knew how to walk in heels. So these four-inch stilettos weren't hard to walk in at all. Though it had been a little while, so I wouldn't be surprised if my feet hurt later.

My necklace was worth more then the dress and shoes put together. It was a Roberto Coin heart of diamonds on a silver chain from my mother for my sixteenth birthday. I always wear it, but tucked under my shirts. It was too flashy to wear for all occasions and there was no need to share with the class that my necklace was made of real diamonds.

Alice had my hair up in an intricate hairstyle that I knew even after being up all night, it was going to still be silky soft and rumple free when I take out of the pins later on that night before I go to bed. Alice also did my make up, a smoky eye shadow adorning my upper lids, eyeliner around my eyes and at the corner, she made it so it turned upward slightly. On my lips, I wore a pale red lip-gloss and my cheeks were rosy.

All in all, I looked pretty damn good.

"MacKayla."

I turned to see my mother and father standing in the doorway.

"Wyatt's here," my dad announced.

I nodded and forced my heart to slow down as I reached down to grab my clutch just as a pair of keys was tossed in my direction. I caught it out of reflex and gaped at it. "Your letting us borrow the Lambo!?"

He shrugged, slinging an arm over my mother's waist. I was so glad they had gotten back together. It turns out that my "near death" accident really made them realize how short and delicate life was. Not to mention when they thought I was going to die, they had each other to hang on to, what with Aiden being with Leah, and Ravyn not wanting to talk to anyone, all they had was themselves. "I remember what it felt like to take a fast car on a date," he murmured, glancing down at my mother, his heart in his eyes.

I smiled and hugged them both on the way out of my room.

"Why, Mac, you do look good in that dress," Rose drawled. "I told you, Alice."

Alice scoffed. "I already knew, Rosalie. You didn't have to tell me."

But I didn't pay them any attention. There, standing off to the side near the front door was Wyatt. He was wearing a blue pin stripped dress shirt clearly borrowed from us, since it was Gucci with a black Dolce & Gababana leather jacket. His jeans were from Rock & Republic, light washed with artificial holes on the upper thigh and knees.

I strode up to him, slipping my arms around his waist and breathing in his leather coat scent. I loved the smell of leather. I also caught a hint of his sandalwood body wash and grinned, my skin suddenly feeling tingly. "Where did you get the threads?" I asked as he cupped my cheek.

He grinned sheepishly. "Alice." It was all he needed to say

"You can keep all of them though, they look great on you!" was her enthusiastic response.

"Anyway, we're leaving now!" I yelled, already leading him out of the house with a finger in one his belt loops. "I really like the jacket," I said, my free hand running up and down his chest, taking in the feel of the leather.

He glanced down at me as we walked. "Really? I thought it would make me look like I was trying too hard."

I shook my head and pulled him to a stop so I could kiss him. "You look sexy."

He pulled away and littered my face with kisses. Finally, he settled with his mouth sliding to my ear so he could whisper, "And I think you look absolutely breathtaking."

With a hand on his nape, I pulled his lips down firmly onto mine. By the time we pulled away, we were both gasping for breath.

"Are you ready to go, Two Socks?" he inquired softly, steering me towards his truck.

I yanked on his hand and he turned towards me, frowning. I smiled, dangling the key in front of his face. "What do feel about a nice, fast, flashy car?"

His face was ashen as he glanced at me. "Mac, are you saying what I think you're saying…?"

I nodded and watched with glee as his face broke into his handsome dimpled smile, snatching the keys from my fingers, grabbing my hand, and all but running towards the garage. It was a tad bit hard to keep up with my heels but I managed.

I slid into the passenger seat as he slid into the driver's seat, grinning like a mad man. He made a humming noise as the engine purred to life. Pressing a button on the visor, the garage opened. I smiled as his laugh flew around me while he accelerated.

By the time we got to the restaurant, Wyatt was so happy that it filled me with euphoria. He got out and walked to my side of the car, opening the door and held out a hand to me.

"Hmm, your Aunt was right. You are suddenly being chivalrous."

"Oh, mon amour," he said, continuing in French, "how you wound me. I have always been such a gentleman."

I rolled my eyes and let him help me up.

He eyed my shoes warily. "I don't understand how you could wear those," he muttered in English now. "They are so tall we are the same height!"

I raised a brow as he intertwined our fingers and walked with me to the restaurant. "Is that a problem, being the same height?"

"No," he retorted, "of course not. I just now have to make sure to be extra careful. I must make sure I catch you if you trip." He kissed my cheek and held the door open for me.

The restaurant was completely empty and I gasped as a waitress led us outside to a single table surrounded by rose bushes. Strung up around it were a dozen strings of twinkling light and a single candle stick was sitting on the table lit, the glow from the flame sending light over the two white plates on wither side of the round table.

The waitress set the menus on the plates and smiled when Wyatt thanked her and strode briskly out. Wyatt came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I know its cliché, but I wanted to do something special for you. Something no one had ever done for you." His lips moved to my ear as he whispered, "I want you to feel like a princess."

I turned in his arms and linked my fingers behind his neck. "Oh, Wyatt. This is more then enough. And I don't care if it's cliché or not. I'm here with you. That's all that matters right now."

He leaned down until his lips were whisper soft against my own, like a fluttering breeze. He kissed me softly and so tenderly that my toes literally curled from the ecstasy of it.

"Come one, let's sit down, and look over the menus."

I sat down across from him and went over the menu but I felt his gaze on me the entire time. I glanced up and smiled behind the heavy menu as his eyes instantly went down cast. I glanced down too, and right back up once I felt his eyes on me again.

"Wyatt, why are you staring?"

His eyes twinkled with mirth. "Staring? I'm not staring."

"No," I responded. "Of course not."

We both went back to looking over what they had to offer. The waitress returned not long after and took our order, once again leaving us alone. I clasped my hands, my elbows on the white tablecloth and rested my head on my folded fingers. I looked around at the millions of twinkling lights and how they accentuated the stars.

"How did you arrange all of this?" I murmured, watching him in the candle light.

"Well," he started, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "at first, I got some help from Jeremy. Then I went and asked Alice for help. It's not like my minimal funds got me what I'm wearing. I'm sure it's worth more then I am."

I smiled and rested my hand on his. "You don't need money to look like my Prince Charming, Wyatt."

He lifted my ahnd, pressing his lips to the center of my palm and held it to his cheek. "Mac, I love you. I really, really love you. And I know we're only eighteen, but I can't imagine living a single day without you."

I gasped as he stood up, still holding my hand as he came over to my side. He let go of my hand and dropped down to one knee, reaching into his jacket until he came out with a black Tiffany velvet lined box. "MacKayla Raine Black, I love you more then life itself. I've pictured this moment a thousand times, a thousand different ways, and I have to say the reality is better then my imagination. Just one look from you and I'm undone. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Mac. Every aspect of it."

He opened the box and I gasped again. It was a two point five-carrot rectangular diamond with two triangles surrounding it on a silver band. But I wasn't looking at it. Not really. I was looking at him. He shifted uncomfortably and I fought for breath as I stared deep into his blue eyes, a giddy laugh escaping my mouth as I threw myself at him.

"Mac? It would be nice if you said something right now. Really, really nice, actually."

"Yes!" I choked out. "YES! Yes!"

His arms wound around me and I was surprised to see him wiping my tears away. I was crying? Oh forget about it, I'm engaged! "Oh God Mac," he groaned, kissing me, taking my breath into his lungs.

He pulled away and made sure my entire face had been kissed. My temples, my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose. He kissed every single teardrop away.

"I can't believe I'm crying," I muttered.

"I'm just glad you finally said something."

"We're you afraid I'd said no?"

He shook his head, taking my left hand into his and lifting the ring onto my left ring finger. "I was afraid you weren't ready. But I am. I am so ready to start my life with you. I don't care about the fact that I'm still in high school. I don't care that you aren't human. And I don't care that every rule of life says we aren't supposed to be together. I say we are. I say that I love you and never want a day to go by without you."

I melted and grabbed his hand, interlocking our fingers. "Let's get out of here," I suggested, really wanting to be alone with him suddenly.

"But the food-"

I placed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Forget it." I kissed his jaw, moving my mouth so it was at his ear. "I'll be your food."

That got his attention. He swooped me into his arms and carried me to the car, telling the waitress she could have our food. He laughed at her expression and set me in my seat kissing my forehead and Dukes of Hazard-ing it across the hood and jumping into the driver's seat, turning on the ignition.

My cell phone rang and I reached in my clutch to answer it and was met with a set of hotel keys along the way.

"Alice," I hissed, "what did you do?"

"I saw this happening so I gave you hotel keys. It's the Guest House Inn in Aberdeen. Room 204." She hung up on me.

"What is it?" Wyatt asked, an odd intensity coming into his eyes as he glanced at the key. "Is that a hotel key?!"

"Alice," was all I said. Well, then I told him where to go because there was no way in hell I was going to chance this and tell him lets just go to my house where everyone can hear you. Yeah.

The drive was quick and before I knew it, we were both in the hotel room. Wyatt took off his coat and slung it over a chair at the desk. It was a standard hotel room. Two pictures of mountain scene hung on the wall, on dresser, one Plasma TV., and one large California king sized bed.

He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. "Are you nervous?" he asked softly.

I shook me head, surprised by my own answer. I pulled back slightly and ran my hands over the soft blue button down.

"Are you sad that you're missing the dance?"

I shook my head again, my fingers reaching up to a button. I slid the disc through the hole and smiled inwardly at his sharp intake of breath.

"Are yo-"

I kissed him, hard, my fingers finishing off the rest of the buttons easily. I slid my hands under the material and slipped it over his shoulders where it tumbled to the floor. "I'm not anything but yours," I murmured as he backed me towards the bed until the back of my knees hit the bed and we fell onto it together. "I'm not anything but yours."

I ran my hands down his bare chest, my fingers feeling every muscle, every dip. His lips were on my neck, his fingers working the side zipper on my dress. I was strangely okay with this. I wasn't nervous; I wasn't scared, I was just really, really, ready for this to finally happen between us. So damn ready.

He slid the zipper down and gently yanked it so it was around my hips. I reached around and unhooked my nude strapless bra, baring myself to him. I flung the bra on the floor and cupped his cheeks, kissing his lips hard, swiping my tongue into his mouth.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered huskily, his lips trailing a fire down my throat, lower until…

His mouth closed around a taut nipple and I cried out at the intense feeling starting in my lower belly. My fingers found purchase in his hair, his lips causing weird things to my body. I felt his erection, hot and heavy against my thigh and suddenly a warm pool formed between my legs. It had happened before, tons of times while making out with him. And for once, it was going to get what it so desperately wanted.

Feeling the need to get closer to him, I pulled him up and latched my lips to his. My fingers reached down, lightly stroking the bulge in his jeans and he groaned.

"Mac," he gasped, catching my hand. "Don't. I won't last long if you do that."

He went back to kissing me as his hands worked the rest of my dress off, leaving me only in my black thong. His lips burned a pathway down my throat, pausing for a minute at my breast where he took a nipple into his mouth, a hand twisting the other one.

I moaned, my hips instinctively moving upwards, seeking. I arched my back and wrapped the sheets in my hands on either side of me. He moved lower, kissing my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. He nibbled on a hipbone as he fingers slipped under my panties and for the first time he touched me. My hips flew upward, my eyes flipping open at the sensation.

"Oh Mac," he breathed. "You are so ready."

He removed his fingers and I whimpered at the loss until he hooked them around my panties and slid the down my legs, letting them fall to where the rest of my clothes were resting. I was completely bare to him and yet I wasn't embarrassed at all. It felt right, like I was meant to do this.

His hands massaged my legs as he reached down and took off my shoes. He then slid his hands up my bare legs, splitting my things wide and taking a look at my very feminine place. Again, I should have been embarrassed, but this was Wyatt. This was Wyatt and I. There was nothing to be ashamed of between us.

"Oh, Mac," he murmured, leaning up towards my core. "Oh, Mac."

Suddenly, his lips were on me. I gasped and arched up, startled by the strange feelings he was bringing me. My hips moved up and mewing sounds fell from my mouth as his tongue started to do to long, dragging strokes. It felt like a coil was being tightened within my womb and I palm his head, pushing him closer to me as his tongue slipped inside, a hot penetration that left me breathless.

And then, when I felt like the coil couldn't get any tighter, I screamed. White-hot heat filled me and my body tingled all over as I convulsed on the bed still holding onto Wyatt's head as he continued his ministrations. Finally, when my sweaty body stopped twitching, Wyatt moved up my body, settling himself between my thighs.

He cupped my cheek and kissed my lightly, tenderly. I could taste myself on his lips and the memory of where his head had been moments ago set another fire to blaze all over my body.

"Clothes. Off. Now," I ordered between kisses, needing to really feel him. To feel him close to me, as close as humanly possible.

He hoped off the bed and quickly discarded of his socks, pants, and boxers, his manhood standing out at full attention from his body. He quickly unwrapped a condom from his wallet, slid it on over himself before he settled himself between my thighs again, and kissed me.

"This is going to hurt," he warned, string deeply into my eyes and leaning up on his elbows.

"I don't care," I answered, running my hands through his perfect hair.

One of his hands worked the pins from my hair as he kissed my throat. When he was done, he fanned my hair out around the white pillow, murmuring the word 'beautiful' again and again.

"I love you," I sighed happily.

He beamed. The hand that had taken my hair down intertwined with my left hand. He pulled it to his mouth so he could kiss the engagement ring. Our hands fell back to the bed, over my head and stayed locked together. "And I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives."

With that, I felt his tip seek my entrance as he tilted his hips forward. I tensed; I couldn't help it. I wasn't scared or nervous; I just abruptly felt the need to close my legs. Wyatt, sensing me, kissed me so passionately that it made me lose track of time. Lose track of everything and I relaxed.

And while I was distracted with his tongue, he slid inside me. I gasped at the slight pain and the girth of his large erection finally where it belonged. I wiggled my hips and Wyatt's head feel to my shoulder with a groan.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his lips finding my pulse.

"No, but if you don't start moving I'm going go insane."

He lifted his head and laughed gently, kissing me softly as his hips moved in a slow back and forth slid that started the coil to tighten again. This is magical, I thought, instinctively moving my hips with his, feeling like I could reach the sky. I felt all my love bubble to the surface as he began to move faster.

He leaned down to suckle my breast, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that quickly brought me over the edge calling out his name.

Wyatt kissed me hard and roughly as he joined me, groaning, and moaning my name. He fell on top of me, his head over my fast beating heart. My free hand rested on his head, the tips of my fingers playing with his hair. It felt so right, our sweaty bodies intertwined this way. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to me, never wanting to let go of him.

I kissed his forehead and whimpered as I felt him slid out of me. He laughed gently, kissing the tip of my nose as he leaned up on his arms.

"I better go take care of this," he muttered, getting off of me and striding to the bathroom.

I sighed happily, drowsily as I slipped myself beneath the covers and snuggled down. Wyatt joined me after a minute or two, getting in behind me, an arm slung low over my waist and his nose at the nape of my neck.

"When's check out?" I asked groggily, my eyes feeling droopy.

"Noon," he answered, his hand once again finding my left hand with the ring and interlocking our fingers.

"Good," I slurred as sleep took hold of me, a peaceful feeling enveloping me.

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