Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

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Where the Lines Overlap

Season 2 - Looking Up

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I had already taken a shower when I arrived home in the afternoon. So, after brushing my teeth and washing my face I opened my wardrobe and picked up my flannel pants.

I changed the jeans I was wearing for them, threw the used pants and the boxers in the hamper, and took a deep breath.

I was about to close the wardrobe doors when I felt the need to put a shirt on, even though I never wore one to sleep, especially when the heater was on, as was the case. I picked up an old cotton one and dressed it. Then I came back to the bathroom to pick up my hairbrush.

I went back to the room, trying to disentangle the knots in the longer locks of my hair. And that was when I saw him. He was sitting awkwardly at the end of my bed.

"Can I do that for you?" Edward asked, his cheeks blushing slightly.

I went to him smiling and gave him the brush as soon as he was within my reach. As he took it from my hand, he heaved a sigh.

"Sit here." His voice was a little trembled as he pointed to the spot on the floor, right between his open legs.

I sat there with my back to him and closed my eyes in anticipation.

I loved having my hair brushed by someone else other than me. When I was younger and my hair was mid-back length, my mom used to do it all the time, but after I became an adolescent, and I had my hair cut shoulder length, she said I could do it alone.

There was something so soothing about letting another person touch and caress my hair… Alice had done it sometimes back when we were together, and Bella did it once when we all camped one summer. But that was going to be the very first time Edward would do that.

The first brush stroke was followed by a sigh.

"Your hair is so beautiful…" He whispered pensively.

He brushed it a couple more times before speaking again.

"Are you gonna have it cut soon?"

"Not unless you want me to." I answered simply, without really thinking about what I was saying.

Edward halted his hand movements.

"You're letting it grow… because of me?" He sounded surprised.

I turned my head back and tilted it up to look at his gorgeous eyes.

"Yeah." I replied with a smile. "Couldn't you tell?"

He smiled back.

"No, not really. I just thought you were being a little careless." He shrugged.

I furrowed my brow in doubt.

"I thought you liked it longer."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"I do. And I'm very flattered you're letting it grow because of that."

"We aim to please." I said joyfully as I turned my head forward.

He laughed lightly and resumed brushing my hair.

"Seriously, it means a lot to me." His tone was almost solemn.

We were silent for a little while when the question came to me.

"What else do you like about me?" My voice was hesitant and low.

Edward remained silent for a couple more minutes, finished brushing my hair, and patted my shoulders lightly.

"You can get up now." He told me softly.

I stood up and turned, feeling kinda hurt by his lack of answer, and he did the same. As usual, I had to tilt my head up a little to be able to look at his eyes once he was standing. His free hand cupped my chin.

"I love everything about you." He finally answered. "The dimples that appear only when you smile, your perfect and adorable little nose…" I chuckled and he smiled. "Your devilish smirk, your sweet grin, the ocean green of your eyes and the glint of innocence in them, the faint freckles on your shoulders and neck, your soothing voice, your warmth, your scent, your smooth skin, your lips…" He let out a weighty sigh. "Your body."

I exhaled heavily, feeling my stomach constrict as my breathing hitched. I licked my lips automatically as the jolt of desire suddenly hit me. His eyes went to my mouth promptly.

"E…" I whispered.

"I don't wanna sleep now..." He said slowly, his eyes never leaving my lips. "I wanna hold you, feel you close... Can I do that?"

I nodded, kinda lost in his gaze. We took a whole minute to move, put away the comforter and blanket, and sit on opposite sides of the bed.

He placed the hairbrush on my nightstand, lay down, and looked at me.

"C'mere." He said while patting his chest.

I smiled softly and laid my head on him while he enclosed me in his arms. I encircled his waist and got closer to his body, sighing contently once we were accommodated.

Then his lips were on my forehead, and his hand was caressing my hair lazily.

"I used to worry about that all the time…" I commented in a murmur.

"About what?" His tone was as low as mine.

"What you thought of me." I replied in a slightly embarrassed tone. "I never worried about what any girl thought of my appearance, but… I always wondered if you thought I was… good-looking."

Edward laughed subtly.

"I've never thought you're good-looking, hon." He said simply, and I felt a pang in my heart. But soon his right hand was lifting my chin so our eyes could meet. "I've always thought you're beautiful." I sighed shamelessly loud in relief. "I've never paid much attention to anybody's appearance, but you… you, I've always noticed. I remember thinking, so many times I can't even count, about how you were becoming such a gorgeous boy." I blushed. "I noticed it all, even though in the beginning I wasn't really aware of the true motives behind it… I remember that I thought you were the most handsome of the boys in school when we were teenagers, although you were pretty skinny back then," We laughed a little. "but you've always had such a beautiful face, and… I've always loved your hair, the way the light brown in it contrasts with your eyes and light them up. The way the waves flow, falling over your eyes and making you jerk your head slightly to push them away from time to time. I used to cast side glances at you while you were focused on class and spend minutes just staring at you and waiting for you to run your fingers through your hair, just so I could see it cascade around your face soon after…" He blushed a little deeper and smiled timidly. I just smiled back. "Back then I thought I simply admired it, and you…" He shrugged slightly. "When you started working out and playing basketball…" He closed his eyes for a little while and smiled broadly, then looked at me again and sighed. "I couldn't understand why I was so affected by how your body was changing… Your muscles started to become more evident and I…" He exhaled and his eyes assumed this nostalgic glint. "I even thought I was envying you, 'cause every time I saw your shoulders, your back, your chest... I couldn't peel my eyes from them and I had this…" He sneered. "this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach."

"You didn't suspect?" I asked in a whisper.

"No." He answered quietly. "I had no idea I was attracted to you. At that time we were twelve, and it didn't even make me confused because I was too young and didn't really know what attraction and desire were, yet. It was long before I figured it all out."

"So you thought I was beautiful…" I tested with a smile playing on my lips.

"You are. You're perfect, hon." He whispered, and I blushed strongly.

"You too." I murmured shyly.

He smiled sweetly and sighed before speaking in a hesitant voice.

"Does this mean you think I'm beautiful too?"

I pushed myself up a little, so our faces were on the same level.

"Not beautiful. You're stunning, Edward. You're flawless. Every little piece of you is perfect."

His eyes got darker all of a sudden, and his face assumed this defiant expression.

"How can you know…?" His tone was kinda alluring. "You haven't seen every little piece of me yet."

I gasped quietly, and then the air was caught up in my throat. That was a shameful truth.

But since it was also an evident cue, I couldn't let it pass. I would be very dumb if I did. So I inhaled deeply while centering myself.

"Not out of unwillingness." It was his turn to be speechless with my enticing tone. "There's nothing I want more than to get to know every little part of you."

The tip of his tongue wet his lips, followed by his teeth that slid on his lower one, and my eyes were immediately beckoned by the slow movement.

"I want to kiss you…" I murmured, my eyes fixed on his mouth.

"So kiss me." He whispered seductively.

I did as I was told. I leaned in slowly and covered his lips with mine. I trapped the lower one between my teeth and sucked gently, earning a low moan from him.

Edward's left arm tightened the hold on my shoulder and forced my body to move a little. His right hand ran from my left forearm, which was still around his waist, to my shoulder and from there to my neck. He pulled me to him with some force, making our mouths practically smash each other.

The urge to be even closer to him drove me to move my body again, this time to cover his partially. I put my chest over his chest and one leg between his. He immediately trapped it with his thigh while I plunged my tongue into his mouth. He used his arms, that were surrounding me, to lift me a little and rearrange my body on top of his.

I sighed in his mouth. I was completely upon him, our bodies flush against one another.

Things started to escalate…

Through the thin fabric of my flannel pants, I could feel his hard-on against my groin, side by side with my own. I needed some friction desperately so I moved, pushing my hips against him. He thrust up in response, making our cocks rub against each other. I couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped through my throat breaking the kiss.

I opened my eyes and looked intently at his. They were so gray and intense that I shivered. He had this enticing expression on his face, his mouth ajar, his eyelids heavily hooding his eyes, his cheeks reddened… he heaved a weighty breath and thrust up again, slowly this time.

Our eyes were locked, I couldn't avert my gaze from his. The only thing I was able to do was groan and push back against him. He licked his lips slowly. I almost came undone.

"I want you." I confessed spontaneously in a whisper.

Edward closed his eyes and pushed his head against the pillow. Then he looked at me so fiercely that my knees suddenly felt like jelly.

"I want you too, love." He murmured. "So damn much…"

His hands were on the hem of my shirt in no time, and I straightened my upper body to give him room to take it off. I got on my knees between his now open legs and sat on my heels so he could proceed. Soon I was shirtless before him.

My chest was rising and falling pretty fast. My heart was thundering. I was kinda nervous.

"You're so beautiful…" Edward mumbled while his eyes roamed up and down my torso.

"Touch me." I kinda begged, but I didn't really care how I sounded. I just needed his hands on me.

And so his palms were hot on my chest, caressing my heated skin softly. His fingertips traced the lines of my thorax muscles lazily until Edward's thumbs scrapped my nipples. I gasped subtly, feeling my whole body ignite. And then, while his hands glided torturously along my stomach, he leaned in and followed the path his fingers were trailing with the tip of his tongue.

I gasped and trembled all the while… until he held my waist firmly and his gaze finally came back to mine.

I held the hem of his shirt, asking for permission with my eyes. His hands left my body as he raised his arms, and I pulled the shirt off of him. Then he placed both his hands on each of my thighs, and my eyes roamed up and down his torso, drinking in his beauty… I had already seen him shirtless, so many times I couldn't count, and I had already trailed his chest with my lips, and tasted his skin with my tongue once but… something was simply different. I wasn't in a hurry to feel him, we had time. This time we could do this slowly and really enjoy every second of it.

I looked at him carefully, committing to memory the perfection of his traits, assimilating every single detail and accepting that all that belonged to me. I was staring at the boy I loved, at the body that, one day, would be mine completely, with which I would become whole.

"So damn perfect..." The words slipped through my lips absentmindedly. I was so focused on him that I was kinda dazzled.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him a little closer. He sighed. I ran the tip of my fingers slowly from his shoulders to his chest, mesmerized by the trail of goosebumps my touch was leaving in its wake. I grazed his nipples with my fingers, heaving a deep sigh when I felt them hardening.

Edward sighed heavily.

I took my time caressing his smooth skin from his upper abdomen to his belly button, and then I stopped my hands and brought my gaze back to his. His eyes were blazing with lust, it made my heart beat faster and my core heat up.

I lowered my eyes and leaned toward him. I needed to taste his skin again…

With my lips slightly open, I kissed his collarbone. Edward released a puff of air. I remembered his reaction the first time I focused my attention on his nipples… I wanted to drive him crazy like that again, so I went just a little further south and repeated the motions of that night in the clearing.

He gasped and arched himself up to me. I held his shoulders firmly and intensified the caress. He moaned louder, both his hands coming to my hair and holding me in place. He wanted me to continue… and so I did.

I tortured his nipples for endless minutes, feeling them getting harder and harder under my tongue. Edward groaned and hummed and sighed until his breath was ragged and shallow and touching him with my mouth, tongue, and hands was not enough for me anymore.

I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see all of him. I wanted that so much I was afraid of my reaction. And I was also afraid to ask. But the thing was… we'd been together for over a month, we were utterly in love with each other. We lived together, there was no one to stop us… it was the natural course… it was time.

It was the perfect time.

We were starting our real intimacy. There was no point in postponing that anymore.

So I took a deep breath and man the fuck up.

I backed away from him, smiling slightly once he whined in protest, and looked into his eyes seriously.

"Babe, I wanna see you…" I whispered and noticed how immediately my request dawned on him.

Edward swallowed visibly. He nodded while taking a deep breath, then he leaned to me, placed a soft kiss on my lips, and got out of bed.

As he stood in front of me with his head bent and his hands on the elastic of his sleep pants, I sat with my legs out of the bed before him.

He was hesitant, I could tell by the time he was taking to start undressing the single piece of clothing he was wearing, but it was not hesitation over fear. I could see clearly that he was just a little shy.

I was able to imagine how hard this was for him. It would be hard for me too, we were about to expose ourselves completely to the other. It was even deeper than that… I believed he was as aware as I was of the significance of that attitude. He was presenting his body to me, completely, for the first time, not only to allow me to see him totally but, in a way, to give himself to me truly.

He wasn't supposed to do that alone...

So I stood up too.

He looked at me, his hands still holding the waistband of his flannel pants. I mirrored him and a tentative smile graced his full lips.

We undressed together, at the same time, at the same pace, our gazes locked. We stared at each other's faces all the while until we straightened up and then Edward came slowly to me.

He stopped at arm's length, sighed, and lowered his stare unhurriedly. I took the opportunity to do the same.

I knew fully well that my boyfriend was perfect. That was the only suitable definition for him. I was certain I would never find a single flaw in him. Ever. And as I took in the image before me, so fucking impeccable, this truth simply solidified in my mind.

I hadn't seen many other guys naked, just my basketball mates during collective showers and in the locker room after practices and games, but I'd never directed a mere glance at them. I'd also seen Edward naked many times, but we'd been kids, and he was completely different from then. The only body I knew well was mine. I'd never seen, really seen, another penis besides mine. So I didn't really have a parameter…

But Edward's cock…

That was a damn beautiful cock. Fuck, I'd never thought I would feel so aroused by staring at another guy's dick… but I was. I so fucking was…

I gazed intensely at his long cock, hard and proud and pointing directly at me, and I felt my mouth watering... and then I realized he was moving closer.

Edward's hands held my face and lifted it up. I wasn't sure how I looked but I had the impression I seemed utterly mesmerized.

He looked at me passionately, his eyes blazing on mine.

Then we were kissing, deeply, eagerly. I could feel his cock touching mine, even though we were still a little apart from each other. But even the slight contact was powerful, it made me so aroused that I acted out of impulsiveness.

I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me in a swift move, eliciting a low groan from him. Our cocks were trapped together between our bodies, and the sensation was indescribable. I kinda rubbed myself on him, eliciting some more grave sounds, and then his hands were on my chest, pushing me away softly.

I broke the kiss and looked at him, puzzled.

"I don't think we're ready to go all the way… " He said in a whisper.

"We're not." I agreed. "I just want to feel you." I confessed in a pleading voice. "We can stop whenever you want." Although it would be fucking torturous for me to do so...

"I want to feel you too." He assured me. "Let's just do whatever we feel comfortable with…"

I nodded as he pushed me to the bed and hovered over me. I had to close my eyes as he positioned himself between my legs and his weight made the pressure his cock was putting on mine so much more intense.

He moved slowly over me and I opened my eyes and gazed at him, resting my hands on the small of his back. He kissed me again, his hands on both sides of my face, his fingers entangled with my hair, and we started to thrust against each other slowly, lazily.

His body on mine felt amazing. The first time we did this, wearing our underwear, it was great and all but, feeling solely him, having his skin in direct contact with mine... I was on the brink faster than ever before.

Our kiss heated up and deepened as our cocks rubbed together, trapped between our lower abs. It was so good… so fucking good I wanted to scream. Nothing had ever felt this good before.

We pressed ourselves against each other. I enclosed Edward's hips with my thighs and crossed my ankles over his butt. We moaned together without breaking the urgent kiss.

We were so close, there was no space between us, but still, I needed him to get closer… so I uncrossed my ankles, entangled my legs on his, and increased the pressure on the small of his back. He released a heavy exhale that effectively broke our kiss.

"You feel so good, love…" He murmured, his voice so thick with arousal that it made me shiver a little. "I don't wanna stop… are you okay?"

I smiled. I was beyond okay.

"I'm… so much more than… okay…" I uttered the words between soft moans and sighs. "Don't stop… you feel… amazing…"

He smiled back and leaned in til our mouths were connected once more.

We kept kissing and thrusting our hips in sync intensely but slowly for minutes, or hours, or days, I couldn't discern. The sensation was building up, my heart was racing, our breaths were ragged…

It was so fucking delicious doing this with him…

But as before, I got struck with this urgency, with this need for more proximity. My hands started to ache, urging me to touch more of his skin, more of his body… I wanted to feel as much as I could, and I wanted to do so at that very moment.

I held his waist and pulled his body away from mine just the right amount to give me room between our groins. I felt him suck in the air sharply, probably realizing what I was about to do when my right hand sneaked into the small space between us, but I didn't allow him to break the kiss. I bit his lower lip hard, just to make him understand I wasn't letting him go any farther from me, and then I closed my fingers around his shaft.

We both groaned intensely with the contact. Our mouths effectively moved a bit apart but remained touching. I slid the tip of my tongue along his upper lip and pulled it into my mouth, sucking the soft skin lightly while moving my hand slowly downward on him.

Edward kinda whimpered, and then his hips jerked forward slightly. I slid my left hand from his hip to his ass cheek and kneaded the flesh, pulling him down, encouraging him to move with my tentative strokes.

Oh my… the smooth skin of his dick felt so good under my touch… touching him like this was making me so worked up… my cock was aching but all I wanted was to pleasure Edward… as if his elation would provoke mine.

Unexpectedly to the both of us and with a strength I didn't know I had, in response to another sudden urge, I swiftly turned us over without letting go of his cock. Only our kiss was broken, but I needed to see his eyes for this anyway.

Edward gasped surprised but didn't present any resistance. He just looked at me from below, seeming very vulnerable, and sighed heavily once I hovered over him, supporting my weight away from his body on my right palm that was splayed on the mattress, my legs entangled with his.

"This okay?" I asked softly, gazing gently at him while stroking his length unhurriedly.

He simply nodded, no sound coming out of his ajar mouth.

I wet my lips with my tongue and saw him following the motion with his eyes while I thrust my hips subtly against him, searching for some desperately needed friction, my cock brushing the trimmed dark blond curls on his groin in sync with the movements of my hand on him.

I was abashed with my unusual confidence. I wasn't feeling embarrassed, neither was I doubting my ability to please my boyfriend at that moment, things that I, for sure, feared I would experience once this moment came. I was actually feeling very powerful having Edward writhing under me, because of me, to be causing the amount of pleasure I could read in the deep gray his irises assumed.

The realization provoked a fresh thrill in me, so intense that I couldn't have controlled the impulse that overcame me, even if I'd tried. I let go of his dick just to lick my palm, which I did meticulously, making sure his eyes were following every move of my tongue, and then, when it was slick enough, I grabbed him once again, my hand moving faster this time.

That was it. It was the first time I was jerking him off, and I loved doing it.

He hissed and squeezed his eyes briefly, just to look at me with double the lechery that had been saturating his stare before.

Oh, fuck, I'd seen it just once before that moment but, I already loved his sex face, all contorted in pure lust… that face was so instigating that my abdomen muscles tightened involuntarily.

Suddenly I remembered us in the clearing, and the face he did when he climaxed overcasted my vision. I wanted to see that expression again, desperately, I wanted to make him fly out of his body and lose coherence, I wanted to see him cum, to make him cum.

"Say my name, babe." I requested spontaneously, simply verbalizing the unexpected desire that arose in me, wanting him to reaffirm that I was the one making him feel that way.

"Jasper…" He complied in a moan.

"Does this feel good, my love? Do you like feeling my hand on you?" The questions poured out of me without a filter.

I wasn't pondering the words, I wasn't even thinking. I didn't recognize myself...

"Yes…" His voice was trembling, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were hooded, and his hands were clasping the sheet on the sides of his body. "T-there's nothing b-better…"

"I could do this the whole night, darling." I confessed in a murmur. "You feel so fucking good in my hand that I want to make it last forever…" He whimpered again and my grip tightened around him. He bit his lower lip in response. "Touching you like this is making me so hard…" his eyes fell on my groin and the crease on his forehead deepened. "I'm not gonna tease you for long… 'cause I don't think I'm gonna last."

A long moan escaped through my mouth as I jerked my hips forward harder this time. My cock was receiving very subtle friction from my thrusts against his groin, but I was so turned on by jerking him off and by seeing how increasingly aroused he was, that I was on the verge of losing it. I was holding back my orgasm with all my strength. I didn't need more stimuli.

Edward thought I did, though. His left hand freed the sheet and came in the direction of my cock. I propped myself on my knees and, without stopping what I was doing to him, I held his wrist before he could conclude his motion. He looked at me clearly confused.

"As much as I'm dying for this, babe," I hurried to explain before he got the wrong idea. "if you do it, I'll cum." And I wanted to cum together with him.

"I want to touch you too…" He kinda pleaded in a low groan.

I placed his hand on my chest, his palm right over my right nipple, and pressed his fingers on my skin, then leaned back to him and captured his lower lip with my teeth.

Edward got the message and grabbed my nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing and rolling it a bit hard. I moaned into his mouth and intensified the thrusts against him. He hooked his left leg on my hip, his heel coming to rest between my ass cheeks, lightly brushing my crack every time I moved. It provoked an alien wave of sensations in me, and my hips moved harder against him of their own accord, my hand working up his length fast, my wrist flicking every time I reached the head, my grip around his cock tightening even more.

In one upward movement, I slid my thumb over the slit, smearing the precum gathered there over the head, then I closed my palm over it before pressing lightly and continuing with the downward motion.

"Fuuuck…" He moaned loudly, pressing his head on the mattress and arching his back away from it. "So damn close, love, please don't stop…"

"I'll never stop, darling…" I affirmed breathlessly. "I'll please you for the rest of my life if you let me…"

"I love you, Jazz." He kinda gasped out the words.

I could see that he was on the brink of his orgasm, needing only the right encouragement. I was too… and I knew exactly what I needed to do to make us both fall from the precipice…

"Cum for me, Edward…" I asked in a slightly demanding tone. "I want you to cum in my hand, babe… now."

As if responding to an ultimatum, his cock started to spasm as he squeezed his eyes shut. As the first thick creamy white spurts of his cum painted my chest, upper abs, and hand, I heard him groaning my name… and that was enough to make my body respond.

"Oh, fuck…" I practically choked as my orgasm hit me, my heart racing in my chest, my hand still working Edward's shaft.

It was only the second time it happened with him, because of him… but I already knew that nobody else in the world would ever make me feel so strongly as he did. No one.

Edward climaxed for what seemed like long minutes, and I didn't need his confirmation to be sure that it had been a hell of an orgasm. He had cum hard, so hard he was kinda distracted afterward, his gaze somewhat distant, unfocused.

My whole body seemed like jelly from the exertion, I didn't have the strength to keep myself hovering over him so I let go of his softening cock and threw myself on my back on the mattress by his side, and exhaled heavily, still feeling the aftershocks of my ecstasy.

We remained silent for a while, our breaths evening out by the minute. Then I felt Edward move beside me and I had to force my eyes open. I hadn't even realized I had closed them.

"Hon, are you okay?" His voice was low, barely a whisper, and I could identify the slight hurt underlining his tone. It got me confused.

I turned my head to him and focused on his face.

Propped up on his elbow, his skin still a little blushed, my boyfriend had this dubious expression marring his beautiful features. He seemed hesitant and a bit concerned.

I frowned.

"Did I hurt you, babe?" My voice came out worried.

"No, love, you didn't hurt me, far from it, but you…" He sighed and I noticed his free hand moving uncertainly closer to me. "Why you didn't let me touch you…? I wanted to make you feel good too."

Relief washed over me once I understood the reason for his afflicted countenance. I chuckled.

"You think I didn't feel good?" I asked in a light tone.

He was clearly puzzled by my reaction.

"I know you felt good pleasing me, but I wanted you to cum too."

I chuckled softly again.

"I really made you fly…" He furrowed his brow. "You got so high that you didn't even notice you took me with you…"

"Did you…?"

"Edward, look at your groin and stomach…" I interrupted him in a loving voice.

He did, and so he noticed my semen all over his skin. He smiled subtly.

"I didn't touch you." He was asking for some confirmation, I knew he had already understood what had happened.

"You didn't need to."

"So you had an orgasm just by…"

"...watching you have one." I completed. "Yeah. That's pretty much it. There was some friction…" I chuckled again while shrugging and he followed me. Then I got a little bit serious. "It's just how intensely you make me feel. This has never happened to me before…"

He exhaled heavily, seeming a bit astonished. I was amazed myself, not only with the way I was able to climax with very little contact but also with the way I took the lead and behaved all dominant and confident.

Edward finally got closer and cupped my face in his hands.

"You make me feel pretty intensely too." He murmured.

"I noticed." I couldn't hold back a devilish smirk as I lowered my eyes to my torso. He chuckled softly once he noticed that I was covered with his cum. "I love that I can make you lose yourself like this." I gazed back at him seriously.

"You're the only one who ever could." He assured in the same tone.

We shared this charged stare, and then he kissed me lovingly.

"Let's have another first. Let's shower together." He suggested.

I kissed him briefly and nodded.

We went to the bathroom hand in hand, and we cleaned each other slowly, tenderly, and in silence. There was no need for words…

We kissed softly and held one another under the water spray. We dried the other unhurriedly and came back to the room as we left it before, hand in hand.

We didn't worry about getting dressed. We simply got into bed and snuggled close to each other under the comforter.

Then we slept soundly in each other's arms.

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I was so distracted, my mind still on cloud nine, lost in the memories of the previous amazing night and wonderful surprising morning I'd had with my boyfriend, that I really didn't see her.

Seemingly, she didn't see me, either. And so we stumbled into each other kinda violently.

My automatic response, as I felt the girl collide with my body, was to let go of my things and hold her by the arms to avoid her fall.

Then there were books all over the floor. My bag was on my feet and my basketball shoes were across the corridor.

Slowly, I pushed away the slim arms I was holding and looked down as she looked up. And as my eyes met the liquid chocolate of hers, my mind was suddenly clouded and the first thought that came to me was…

Wow…!

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A/N: There will be an outtake following this chapter in "Where The Lines Overlap - All We Know"