Brandon

As I watch her sleep in my arms, a million thoughts go through my head. How beautiful she is without knowing it. How all those clichés about sex being better when you're in love are actually completely true. How much I want to be inside her again. How I would do anything for her, follow her anywhere. Really, me following her has been our whole relationship. And even though it may not sound very manly or whatever, it's fine with me because it got us to this night.

I've been following her lead since the day we met. First into that awful foster home to get Jude. Then when she said for the first time that we couldn't be together, I backed off like she wanted.

And then she led me into our garden at the wedding. She kissed me first.

I followed her to Girls United. I waited outside until she ran out the door and practically flung herself into my arms. She took the guitar out of my hands at Daphne's and climbed on top of me. And I followed her lead when she said she needed a family, not a boyfriend even though I had no idea where that left me- not her boyfriend, definitely not her brother.

She came to me the night I sang Outlaws with the band. And the night before my surgery.

I never once pushed the sex thing. I've never even said the word to her since she told me about Liam. I waited, God I've been waiting for what feels like forever for this night, for her to tell me she wanted us to be this close. I would have waited a million more days. And when she was ready, she climbed right into my bed and let me know without a word.

I took all my cues from her tonight- I let her take her own clothes off (which was not entirely to be a gentleman because watching her strip them off and knowing it was because she wanted to get naked for me, with me was maybe the hottest experience of my life...until a few minutes later). I made every move based on how she was responding. And after we were done, I just held her until she guided me back inside her two more times. And then she shocked me by cuddling up next to me wearing my shirt and falling sound asleep instead of sneaking back to her room.

I have no idea what's going to happen from here. How this will play out with the Moms and the adoption. But I know tonight isn't the last time for us. Maybe she'll call off the adoption. Maybe she won't and we'll sneak around forever. Maybe we'll run away to Mexico. It really doesn't matter. I'd follow this girl off a cliff as long as I got to hold her hand while we jumped.

The one thing I've realized tonight, finally, is that she comes back to me. She may try to fight it, she may tell me no but eventually she reaches out. Because she does care. She does want me too. She loves me too.

It took me a lot of following her to realize this. I spent so many nights thinking I cared so much more, wanted us more, loved her more than she loved me. But what I've realized is that it's none of that, it's just that I can't push her. She spent so many years in the system being shuffled around, being told where to go, what she was doing next. I need to let her be in charge of this because having control of her life is huge for her. But the thing I see now is that when I let her take the lead, when she's ready, she always leads herself right back to me. And that's all, that's everything I need to know.

The best night of my life is followed by the best sleep of my life.

This chapter is basically my answer to everyone who says that Brandon's always been more into Callie and that she's over him. Hope you liked it. Please keep reviewing- I loooooooove the comments and knowing you guys are enjoying the story. xoxo until next time.