A warm hand on my stomach slowly wakes me up. I crack an eye open to see that it’s still dark. Since I slept early it must be a little after midnight.

The hand continues to move in a circular motion on my stomach. I don’t breathe for a second as it makes its way down my side, all the way down to my hip.

“I know you’re awake”, his whispers. His voice the only sound in the dark room.

His hand continues to trail its way down my body. I turn and shift on my left side to face him.

“How are you feeling now?”, I ask looking into his eyes.

“Better” .

We stare into each other’s eyes. Not saying anything just breathing the same air. His hand moves up to caress my face and mine moves up and does the same thing to his face.

His skin is so soft.

Our faces inch closer until our noses touch. He places a featherlight kiss onto my lips and my eyes close at the touch.

He does it two more times and then it morphs into an actual kiss. He shifts so that he hovers over me, with me on my back.

His body nestles in between my thighs as the kiss deepens. I feel his hands trail down my sides to hold my hips. We break the kiss to catch a breath.

My chest is rapidly rising and falling as I heave from lack of oxygen and the crazy hormone cocktail that is rushing through my body courtesy of my brain.

He looks so deeply into my eyes, it feels like he can see right through to the real me.

He leans down and kisses me again. He trails kisses from my lips to my jawline all the way down to my neck.

He places his lips on a spot that’s very sensitive and I almost jolt off the bed from the sweet feeling it brings forth.

“Alex-xaa-nder-r”, I stutter and moan out his name simultaneously. That elicits a groan from him as he moves back up to my lips .

“Rose”, he kisses me deeply again.

That name. My name. It sounds so hot when he says it.

We continue to kiss and let our hands wonder. His hands feel hot but they make goosebumps rise from my body.

Was it an okay idea to sleep in shorts tonight?

Yes and YES.

“We need to stop”, he says heavily breathing. I open my eyes and see that his lips are pink and swollen.

I nod and instead of stopping he kisses me again.

He groans and finally gets off me.

“We really need to stop and you need to sleep”, he places one last chaste kiss on my lips as he turns me so that we can spoon again.

He pulls me onto his body and I feel something poking my lower back as he snuggles closer to me.

So that’s the reason why we had to stop.

I touch my swollen lips and go back to sleep with a big smile on my face.

The shrill sound of my alarm wakes me up. I groan as I shut it off. I turn to my left and see that Alexander is no longer there.

Was last night a dream?

Did I hallucinate the whole thing?

I grab the pillow he was laying on and I sniff his lingering scent on it. It really confirms for me that it was not a figment of my imagination and that last night really did happen.

I kissed him.

I made out with the most attractive man I have ever laid my eyes on.

My hand moves to touch my lips and trails down to the spot he nibbled on my neck. It feels a little bit sensitive but I’ll survive.

I float towards the bathroom. It feels like I am on cloud 9 right now. I get started on my morning routine and breeze through it.

After getting dressed I plait my hair into two French plaits. I do my make up and then go to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

Alexander is a health nut so I make him muesli with oats, dates and a mixture of berries. I place the bowl on his usual morning seat at the table and place some plain yogurt on the side with a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice.

He waltzes into the kitchen in a dark navy blue suit that brings out his eyes. Especially with the white shirt he has on.

“Rosalie”, he calls me from the table.

I turn towards him, “Yes?”.

“Join me for breakfast. Please”.

Well he did say please. So I have no choice.

I grab my food and head over to the table to eat with him. We eat in a comfortable silence. He reads the news on his iPad and I stare outside the window into the backyard. The morning sunshine hitting the grass so brightly. Birds are filling the air with music.

It’s a perfect morning.

“Have a good day”, he stands up from the chair once he is done eating.

“You too”, I say smiling at him.

He smiles one last time at me before he walks out of the kitchen. My heart is in a frenzy. My head on the other hand can’t help but think that this is moving too fast.

We are moving too fast.

Wait a minute...what are we?

Are we even a thing? Was last night a spur of the moment thing?

I have so many questions and the person who’s got all the answers is currently on his way to work.

We need to talk and it has to be soon. Tonight when he gets back I need to ask him about us.

If there’s even an us.

I wish Gigi was here. She would know what to say in a situation like this. She has been in more relationships than I have so in my eyes that makes her an expert at dating.

Just a few more days and she’ll be here.

Work is easy to do today and by lunch time I am done for the day. I grab my laptop and start on this week’s assignments. I got my score yesterday for the ones I did for the previous week and I am happy that I did good. I have an average of 94 percent for both assignments.

That’s two distinctions.

Dinner preparation is an anxiety filled experience today. My heart is beating at a speed that seems astronomically and physically possible. It’s defying the laws of actual human anatomy.

I am a nervous wreck. I just want to get this conversation over with. I was never a person who liked conflict, I still don’t. Whenever there is a confrontational situation, I always try to bolt or avoid it in any way that I can.

My mom calls me a wimp and my dad, right along with Gigi agrees with her.

I move around the kitchen with my thoughts running a marathon in my head. I have been hyping myself up the whole day and I am ready to have this conversation with Alexander. I need to know what happens now.

What happens after a night like we had?

He finally comes home and my heart clogs up my throat. I feel constricted and it’s very hard to breathe.

Is this what having asthma is like?

A few deep breaths help me relax. I chew on my bottom lip throughout dinner. I can feel his eyes on me as I push my food around the plate. My appetite is gone.

And so is the strength I gathered up to speak to him. I thought I had this in the bag but now I am chickening out.

“Are you okay?”.

I look up from the food to his concerned filled eyes. I almost melt at the emotion that he shows.

“What happened last night?”, my mouth blurts out before I even think.

I need a filter.

I see a small grin form on his lips which he quickly covers up before he answers.

“Last night, I found out that the woman who I have given three months of my life screwed me over with my mortal enemy. So I went to the woman I have desired since I laid my eyes on her , to seek comfort”.

The words fall out of his lips so easily. This man is blunt. He goes straight to the point.

“Right.”, I nod. “So where does that leave you guys?”.

I need to know if he is planning on ending things with her or not. I would totally break up with someone who cheated on me, it’s futile to stay with a person who has broken your heart.

But this is Alexander Cain we’re talking about here. I don’t exactly know how he feels about the situation. His only emotion last night was anger, and the obvious lust that he acted on.

“My relationship with Belle is over.”

That’s all? Uhm okay I guess.

“Does she know that?” I ask and he answers with a firm nod.

I go back to moving around the food on my plate.

“Last night was amazing”, he speaks into the silence that hugs the dining hall.

This room suddenly feels too big for the two of us. Why didn’t Harvey and June have dinner with us?

Yeah it was amazing. It was one of the hottest things to ever happen to me, heck I think to anyone.

It’s not everyday that you get to make out with a handsome billionaire.

It feels like a one time thing though. That’s all it was?

I get up and walk into the kitchen. I empty out my plate and rinse it before angrily shoving it into the dishwasher.

I feel him before he even speaks.

“Rosalie”, he calls me as he walks in and stands near the counter,

“What is it?”, I turn and glare at him.

Why am I so angry? And why do I want to kiss him at the same time?

The blue faded jeans and white cotton tshirt he is wearing are not helping me either. My hormones need to calm the heck down.

“Listen t-”, he tries to speak but I cut him off.

“No! You listen to me”. I put my hand up to silence him. My feelings are all over the place and I can feel my tear ducts gearing up for the waterworks.

After a calming deep breath I speak up, “You don’t just come into my room, crawl into my bed and make out with me”.

“I am a person with feelings and the fact that you are not even giving me a proper answer about what happened between us is not making things easy.”

Another breathe, “That’s not fair to me”.

Silence falls upon us. We get caught up in a staring contest. Blue eyes staring into brown.

My heart is racing and I fight back the tears that threaten to spill out.

I lose the battle as I feel wetness make its way down my cheek.

Why am I even crying? I swore never to cry because of a man again ever since Darren broke my heart.

I wipe the tear away as he moves closer to me.

“Rosalie. Last night was amazing.”

I look up at him as he stands in front of me.

“It definitely was not a mistake. I’m a grown man and for the first time in my life I feel like I am finally doing something for myself.”

His big hands capture my small ones in a warm embrace. Despite his cold aura that he tries to give off to people, Alexander is a warm man and not just physically.

“I want a repeat of what happened. I want to kiss you and hold you”.

A chaste kiss is placed on the back of hands.

“I want to be the reason you smile and as sadistic as it sounds the reason you cry as well”.

He chuckles at his words and I laugh along with him.

“Give me a chance. Give us a chance”, he pleads. His eyes pleading along with his words.

“I am not a rebound”, I say to him as I move my hands from his hold.

“And you never will be,” he replies.

This is a lot.

Isn’t this what you wanted though?

Yes, but now I don’t know.

“If I say yes, what does that mean for us? Are we dating now?” I ask.

He moves closer again. Why can’t he just stay in one place?

“It’ll be whatever you want it to be”.

“So we’re going to be like girlfriend and boyfriend?”

He laughs. And this is the first time I hear a full on belly laugh come out of this man. It’s a very joyous sound. I watch as his eyes crinkle at the corners. He even laughs with his damn eyes.

“Okay, but you’ve got to ask me though” I say, admiring his handsome face.

“Ask you?”, a confused look makes its way across his face.

“To be your girlfriend”.

My answer prompts him to go down on one knee in front of me.

My heart once again races.

Chill girl, it’s not a marriage proposal.

But maybe in the future. I metally roll my eyes at how carried away I get.

“Rosalie Ann Jones, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend”, he asks with so much sincerity it melts my heart.

I smile at him, “Yes. It would be an honor to have you as my boyfriend”.

He stands up from the floor. His full height towering over me.

His hands cup my face as he looks deeply into my eyes.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes”, I beam at him. At this point I don’t even think it’s possible for me to stop smiling. And I see the same is with him too as he smiles down at me with his perfect pearly whites.

“May I kiss you now?” he asks.

And just by that one question the atmosphere changes. The electricity in the air becomes more charged.

“Y-Yeah”, my breath hitches at the back of my throat.

He leans in and I meet him halfway as our lips collide into a toe curling kiss.

At the back of my mind I can’t help but do a happy dance.

I have a boyfriend.

I am kissing Alexander Cain, billionaire extraordinaire who is now my boyfriend.

The thought makes me smile as I lean deeper into the kiss.