I basically shoved Amy on my bed, swiftly getting on top of her and claiming her lips. She sighed deeply into our kiss, holding me close as both of her hands entangled in my hair.

I gently cupped her face as I broke our kiss, leaving feather like kisses on her cheeks and forehead. She giggled under me and the sound made my heart fill with love. I just wanted to hold her forever.

"I missed you." I whispered against her forehead, I had my eyes closed but I could practically see her smile, and it made me warm inside.

"Clearly you did." She answered smugly. I leaned back, arching my eyebrow and looking down at her. Only to see her blushing beet red. I smirked.

"My, my Miss Addams... what am I going to do with you?" I asked lowly, I felt her tensing up under me. Her muscles clenching deliciously as she realised the desire in my eyes.

Slowly I grazed my fingertips up the valley of her breasts, over her shirt. Her breath immediately got hitched, and I smiled even more, knowing the effect I had on her.

This would never get old, seeing the way her body moved, hearing her little gasps and moans of pleasure.

Making love to her, was the most indescribable yet utterly amazing feeling in the world.

"I love you Kate." She said suddenly, and that caught me by surprise. It wasn't the first time she had said it of course. But it had been the first time where she was the first one to say it.

Right now, I was actually thinking I would tear my cheeks from how hard I was smiling. I didn't think I had ever felt this happy, but then again, Amy did things to me that no one had ever done before.

"I love you too Amy. So much." I mumbled, inching closer, kissing her lips.

I took my time with her, making her feel good, worshiping her as she was supposed to be worshiped. Relishing in the sounds and movements she made. She was just perfect.

I grinned happily looking down at her, panting and trying to recover from her last orgasm. I smirked and began kissing her neck. How I would never get tired of her? I would never know.

"Kate, I swear, I can't ago again." She said, giggling and blushing. I smiled.

"Too sensitive already? Come on Amy, it was just three times." I answered playfully and she buried her head on my chest in embarrassment. I only smiled and held her close, caressing her back with my fingertips. She just sighed and cuddled more into me. I smiled happily, I could hold her forever. I closed my eyes breathing deeply.

The sound of the door bursting open immediately took us out of our comfortable position, I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest and instinctively I pulled the sheets up, covering Amy as best as I could. I looked at the intruder, eyes blazing fire, but what I encountered made my heart drop to my stomach. There, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame, with an obnoxious smirk on his face, stood my biggest nightmare.

"Well, well, I've got to say that I'm rather impressed. And it only took you three months too, but I'll give you a break, after all, our dear Amy was asleep for most of the time." Daniel spoke with amusement, gazing up and down at the both of us.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get the fuck out!" I snarled, but the fear growing within me was unmistakable. He only laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm only here to keep my end of the deal, after all, you've kept yours." Only then I noticed the maroon briefcase and a stack of papers in his hands. Amy was shivering beside me, I couldn't bring myself to look at her right now though, I would break.

"I'm warning you Daniel. Get. The. Fuck. Out." I spoke firmly, but on the inside, I was quaking. This couldn't be happening, not now. Not now that I was finally happy.

"Kate, what's going on?" Amy asked in a small voice, I almost broke into tears. Daniel though, the bastard, only laughed more.

"Oh of course, I almost forgot about you." He said taking a step closer, immediately I put my body in front of hers, shielding her from him. He just cocked his head to the side, still undeniably amused.

In a simple movement he opened the briefcase, the bundle of hundred dollar bills filled my gaze, but all I could feel was disgust as I looked at it. Mainly at myself. He walked closer and set it on the bed, at Amy's feet. The white stack of papers, that now I was well aware, was the contract I had signed, still on his hands.

I mustered enough strength to look at Amy, her face was the definition of a turmoil of emotions. Her eyes were wide open as she looked down at her feet, her cheeks undeniably flushed, obviously from being caught in such a compromising position, and her lips were pressed tightly together in questioning. Her knuckles were white as she clung tightly against the sheets that were covering her body. Once again, she spoke.

"What's going on?" But now her voice was weak, almost breaking. And this time, she wasn't asking me. Her eyes were narrowed on Daniel.

My body was fighting with itself as different emotions hit me at once. I wanted to scream, wanted to run, wanted to hug her and tell her that I loved her and beg for her forgiveness, but I was frozen in place. I could do nothing but watch my doom. Daniel looked back at her, and in that moment, I could see a glimpse of pity in his eyes, and even guilt. But soon enough his face went back to a mask. Without uttering a word, he threw the contract towards her.

"Amy..." I tried, but now my voice was clouded by the sobs that were escaping my trembling lips.

Her eyes quickly scanned the documents, I watched, paralyzed, as her face contorted into different emotions. Curiosity, doubt, fear, acknowledgment, surprise, anger and sadness. There was nothing I could do now, it was all there for her to see.

Those were the longest and more excruciating few minutes of my life. When she was done, she let the pages fall down, wordlessly. By now her eyes were red, but she wasn't crying. I couldn't really pinpoint what she was feeling as I looked at her, she just let her head fall.

"Well, I guess this is my cue to go." Daniel muttered quietly before making his way to me and adding.

"You weren't supposed to fall for her. I'm sorry." He whispered quietly to me, his eyes held guilt.

I didn't understand him, he clearly didn't want to do this, and yet here he was, destroying my life. But I had no time to question his motives, I just stood there, numb, as he made his way out. Closing the door quietly behind him.

"I can't believe I actually fell for it." Was the first thing that left her lips, her head was still hung down, and she was looking at her lap. But I could tell by her voice that she wasn't crying, actually, she almost sounded emotionless. A small quiver in her voice gave her away though.

"Amy, please, please let me explain." I begged, my sobs becoming more and more recurrent. She snorted loudly.

"There's nothing, and I mean, absolutely fucking nothing, that you could say that would made this situation better." She spat with venom, but didn't dare meet my gaze.

"Amy, I swear, I do love you." I said, for once in my life, being completely honest. But at that she laughed.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do." She said sarcastically before adding in a pained voice.

"And I fucking let you fuck me!" I flinched at her words, hearing her referring to our love-making as a 'fuck' absolutely broke me.

There was so much there, in her voice. Pain, disgust, remorse and even a pinch of hatred. That wasn't the Amy I fell in love with, but then again, could I really blame her? I couldn't even begin to imagine how she was feeling right now. She actually thought she meant nothing to me. But she couldn't be further from the truth.

"God, I should have trust my instincts. There was just something in my gut screaming that you couldn't be trusted. And yet, I stupidly denied it." She whispered, making my chest constrict even more.

"Please don't say that, Amy please, you have to believe me." I almost shouted, touching her shoulder, desperately wanting her to understand. As soon as I touched her, she flinched, slapping my hand away.

"Do not touch me." She almost hissed. I didn't know I could feel so much emotional pain as I was right now. It almost felt like I was seeing her lying, almost dead, in that hospital bed again.

I watched as she got up, hastily gathering her clothes and clumsily putting them on. It was clear that she was having difficulties doing so, her muscles weren't back into perfect function. It was torture to watch, but I knew that if I tried to help her, it would only make things worse.

I didn't know what to do. After all, what could I do? As she said before, there was nothing I could do or say that would make this situation better. I wanted to kick myself, if only I had told her sooner, maybe I could have avoided this whole thing.

I breathed deeply between sobs. My tears burning an incessant hot trail down my cheeks. But would have she reacted differently if I were the one that told her? I wasn't so sure. And then again, it is not like I had the opportunity to do it, not right after she woke up, not with her so fragile.

Throwing my caution to the wind I got up. I couldn't let this happen, I couldn't let her just leave me. I knew she loved me, and by God, I loved her too. I wanted to be with her, damn I wanted to see where this would lead. Because I could clearly see myself spending the rest of my life with her, if we only gave this relationship a chance. I didn't know, maybe we would break up in less than a year, or maybe, just maybe, we would be happy and end up getting married, but damn I just wanted a chance to see what would happen if we did stay together.

"Amy, please look at me." I pleaded.

She was struggling to button up her jeans. Her bare chest, with the exception of a bra, was rising and falling rapidly as she hastily fumbled with her zipper. Finally, she just gave up, leaving her jeans unbuttoned and looking up at me. By now she couldn't hold her tears anymore, and it killed me to see her crying, and knowing that I was the cause of her pain.

"What? What are you going to say? That this document is fake? That all of this is just a prank? That it is not your fucking signature at the bottom? That you didn't get close to me with the sole intention of making me fall for you, fucking me and dumping me, for money? Which I might add, you didn't even need!" She screamed, her face was flustered, and for once it wasn't because she was being shy, it was because she was undeniably pissed.

But her words cut me deep, because she was fucking right. I was a horrible person. But how could I explain to her that she had changed me? That being with her brought the best in me? That just being near her made me want to be a better person? She would never believe me.

"Amy, yes, it is true. It all started with a stupid bet. And I admit, I didn't like you. I was actually excited at the prospect of hurting you. I was an undeniably awful person when this all started. I cared about no one but myself." I took a breath before continuing, knowing that telling her the truth was my best chance.

"But Amy you have to believe me, you turned the tables. You made me fall for you, and I found myself completely and utterly captured by you. You changed me, you made me want to be better, to have a better relationship with my parents, to do better in school. Amy, you made me want to be a better person for you." I choked out, my strangled sobs still making my voice barely understandable. By now she was sobbing as hard as I was.

For a split second, I saw the light in her eyes, and I knew that my words got to her. The bright glimmer of hope was burning in my chest. But soon enough it was drowned by a cold bucket of deception. She shook her head forcefully, her face becoming a stony mask.

"I wish I could believe you." She said bending down, with some slight difficulty, and grabbing her shirt from the floor.

"Amy, please don't leave." My voice was just a strangled cry as I watched her walking towards the door. She didn't turn, but she stopped momentarily, with her hand on the door handle. I saw as she breathed deeply and only two words left her lips.

"Goodbye Katherine."