I slept with him. Again. Multiple times.

He slept peacefully on his side of bed and I watched him liked a creepy bitch I was. I listened to the soft rhythm of his steady breath and it was the most peaceful thing I had ever heard. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he nuzzled into his pillow last night and in the bright morning sunlight he looked unreal. He looked like a fallen angel, more handsome and more human than I had ever seen him.

I would get used to this everyday, waking next to him and watching him sleep until I realized we were not meant to be together. I needed to remove myself from him before I destroyed him. Destroying things and people around me was what I did everywhere I went and I would hate myself more than I already did if I let myself do that to him.

I was so going to miss you, Nick.

I traced my fore finger down his sharp jawline that could cut my heart if he wanted to. I caressed his cheek lightly as I tried to memorize every inches of his face and enjoying the feeling of waking up in his arms when it still lasted.

Because nothing lasted forever.

I carefully pecked his lips trying not to wake him up before I untangled myself from him. Nicholas was as naked as a newborn baby under the thick comforter. I took a moment to silently praised his naked glory sprawled across the silky sheet, the comfort hanging lowly on his waist covering his lower half but showed just enough peal of his V-line, the same bone I ran my tongue on last night. My eyes trailed up to his hardened abs that looked extra hot under the morning sun and I licked my lips remembering how I ran my hands through them.

" Fuck. I'm a fucking simp for this hot as fuck motherfucker. " I grumbled lowly under my breath as I shook my thoughts away taking my eyes off of him.

I stared at my reflection on the mirror in disappointment but I wasn't surprised. He had a thing for leaving marks. I wondered if he did that to everyone he slept with, if this was a normal thing for him. Because it wasn't for me.

Love bites and fingerprints were banned to anyone of my one night stands. They were intimate. Leaving a mark meant putting a claim and I would rather killed every single walking men on earth before I let one made me his personal slave.

That was why I still didn't understand why I let him. In fact, I loved it, every single ones of his marks. I wore them proudly until it hit me that I probably wasn't the only one bearing those.

I sighed heavily as the hot water drizzled down my body relaxing every muscles in it. I was tired. He exhausted me, both physically and mentally. I didn't know how he did it but Nicholas Salvatore managed to own my body and my thoughts. My brain went fuzzy every time his skin touched mine and just liked that nothing else but him mattered to me, not even the thought of me destroying his life.

Feeling defeated by him and the world I went into the closet with a sour expression on face, I saw it every time I passed the mirror. I didn't know what was happening to me and I didn't like it.

Every time I tried to get away he unintentionally pulled me in even deep and before I knew it I was lost.

Putting on one of his sweater I regretted it immediately as his scent hit me full force almost knocking me off my feet. I was in absolute deep shits.

Fucking him out of my system was obviously a fail. A huge failure might I add. So, maybe a break from him would help, right? Definitely. If I stayed away from him far enough, the stronger tension and whatever feelings was between us would go away too.

And, then we waited until I found the chance to get the hell out of here.

I hurried out of the room before he woke up and throw me back on his bed, and knowing me I would just let him devoured me as his breakfast. I couldn't let that happened. Not until I figured out what was going on inside my head. Not until I convinced myself that it was just mind blowing sex and nothing more.

The Salvatore's and I sat around the table waiting to be served breakfast as I talked to the women of the Salvatore's family. It was safe to say that this family had grown on me and I was going to miss all these moments.

Breakfast was great. The food was amazing and I ate everything I could reached as I spent all of my energy on Nick behind his bedroom's door. Until he walked into the room in all his glory liked a fucking supermodel greek god he was. And, suddenly my mouth became dry. I lost all of my appetite and all I was hungry for was him.

Fuck. I had it bad. Very bad.

" Good morning. " he greeted sitting on the seat across the table.

I gulped as he ran his fingers through his slightly wet hair. I watched him moved around putting food on his plate but all I saw was a sex god. Fuck me.

He wore his usual white dress shirt today with a few buttons undone showing his broad chest, his black slacks was held up by a belt. The belt I was so envied of right now because all I could think was wrapping my legs around his waist holding onto him for dear life as he pounced on me.

" Anastasia? " Bella poked my arm and I snapped out of my thought.

" Huh? "

She giggled at me knowingly and I sulked into my chair. Fuck. Was I being that obvious? I needed to chill.

" Don't worry. He is as miserable as you. " she leaned closer and whispered into my ear.

My eyes automatically shot up to meet with his darkened grey eyes as he took in my appearance. I was wearing his clothes again and he loved it.

I wondered if he was having second thoughts about sleeping together liked I was right now. Because it had done nothing but made thing worse between us.

" Do you want to go back to that cabin later, Ana? "

" No. " I answered way too fast. Nick looked at me cocking his eyebrow in confusion because he knew I liked that place.

But, the cabin with me and him alone would be dangerous. Feelings could be spilled. And, I would change my mind to just stay here forever.

" I thought you like it. Or do you have plans? " he asked further and everyone seemed to be interested in our conversation which made me even more anxious.

Plans? It wasn't like I could leave the house, could I?

" Storm. I haven't spent time with Storm lately. I promise to spend the day with him. "

Fuck. That sounded stupid.

" She's politely telling you that she doesn't want to spend the day with you, Nico. " his father chuckled looking at me amusingly while Alana narrowed her eyes playfully at me.

Nick hummed under breath before nodding his head while his eyes were trying to search up something in me but he didn't say a word after that.

After breakfast I basically flew out of the room and disappeared into the library hoping he would never find me here. He didn't. So, I decided to spend the whole day sulking while I tried to get him out of my head and avoided him liked a pledge.

I felt like discussing this with someone until I realized I had no one. Bella was too young for this. Alana was his mother and I couldn't bare her telling him. Cora wasn't an option either even if she was my friend because I had a feeling she had some sort of crush on her young master, sir Nicholas or whatever. So, I settled on mastering my escape plan with her in her bedroom praying that no one was listening to us.

Leaving my little Don was going to be hell. But, I was willing to do about anything just to protect him from the man I called my father.

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