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I'm floating. No! I'm flying. Or am I dying?

The warm breeze brushes against my face and my body freely floats in the cool open air. My eyes remain closed as I wait for his arms to secure me as usual. My own arms dance around with the howling wind until I finally feel the destination of his strong muscular arms. I indulge his distinguish scent then wrap my myself around his neck with my eyes still shut but a huge smile of relief on my face. "Told you I would catch you," he warmly breathes down my ear as he slowly and unexpectedly plants a soft puckered kiss on my parted lips.

I quickly open my eyes and gaze into his as he slowly places me on the ground and I find my lost balance. "I never said that you wouldn't," I cheekily reply, keeping my eyes away from his.

"Well you were the one that doubted me Pierce and we both know how good I am with my hands," he softly laughs then winks before he heads over to his car.

The thought of me and him earlier flashes across my head. I've never felt so close to a boy and enjoy every second of it. The memory of his blazing eyes glaring into mine as his body was on top of mine and his sweet sensational touch overwhelming me in all places. I cock my head to the side and a small smile plasters my face as I watch him walk up to the car then swing the door open for me. I quickly shake my head to neglect the memory and hurry to the Audi. I notice the smirk on his face as he watches me slide into the passenger seat. He quickly joins me in the car and starts the engine.

"So tell me why we're doing this?" he questions me before he starts to steer the wheel.

"Okay so my Mom has been acting really funny over the past couple of days and now she's left and we're going to simply follow her but we need to keep the stalking on a low. We can't get busted okay?" I explain to him then watch as the intrigument and curiosity grows on his pretty little face.

"Yeah I understand but why can't we just-"

"Look pretty-boy just drive!" I sharply command as I violently tap on his steering him, startling him a bit.

"Okay, okay no need to be so fussy," he yells as he spins his arms on the steering and the car finally starts to move.

I sigh in frustration as we drive out of the back road and head towards the main road where my Mom's car is still parked in front of our house entrance. I quickly observe the car and shake Kyle's arm for him to stop driving any further before she notices us.

"What is it now Sash?" he sighs in irritation as he puts his foot on the brake then turns to face me.

"She's right there. We can't let her see us you douchebag," I hiss as I duck and weave my head around to try to get a better view of her in the car.

"Look bitch! Keep up with that attitude, and I'll make you choke and swallow right now, right here," he threatens me.

I gasp in shock at his statement which makes him laugh then throw his hand over my shoulder.

"I'm just playing with you Sash!" he snorts as he leans over then gently kisses my forehead. "Hmm! Your hair smells so good," he lightly compliments me as I feel his nose nuzzle around my roots then his hands slide and combine with my silky strands.

A tiny smile forms on my face as I allow his face to rub against mine. My hands automatically rest themselves on his arms and woah! The guns on this bad boy is unbelievably sexy! His lips smoothly slide down my face until he gets to my neck and starts gently kissing my shoulder bone then more towards my exposed neck.

"No more hickeys please," I plead into his ear as his hand moves away from my hair and down to my hips.

"Who said anything about hickeys?" he huskily whispers.

His warm hand slides down my stomach then attempts to unzip my jeans and snake is hand down.

"Um nice try baby but no pussy for you until you learn not to threaten your girlfriends," I giggle as I push him off me and watch as the gutted disappointment fills his flustered face.

"Girlfriend, Sasha. Single, not plural. You're the only one..."

"Yeah that's not what I've heard," I quietly mutter to myself trying hard to make my voice inaudible as my head instantly turns the other way to avoid his blazing intimidating wolf eyes.

"Well if thats the case, then how comes you're still here with me now?" he smartly questions me. And I can taste the little pride hidden beneath his husky voice.

My heart starts the pounding routine again as I glare at my own guilty reflection through the clear glass window. It looks like I can never win with this boy. His smart remarks and his never ending spark of sensational telepathy is what makes me give into him. Which is so not good! Shit! Sasha you're slacking! Don't bleed over a boy let him be the one to cry the river of tears for you. "That's what I thought baby girl. Don't underestimate the powerful undefined beauty of Mr Kyle Carlson," he sniggers behind me and he has that smirk all over his face when I turn my head to face him.

"Actually-" I start..."Oh shoot! No time to bitch and moan. Looks like your Mom's making a move!" he quickly warns me as he turns back to the steering wheel, starts the engine then pushes his foot against the pedal.

I glance over my shoulder and focus on the moving vehicle in front of us. Kyle slowly drives behind my Mom's car as we head for the main road with other cars without trying to lose Mom's in the crowd. "Tell me again why we're doing this," Kyle orders as he keeps his eyes on the road and one hand on the steering wheel.

He calls it Driving in style...Bitch! Your car is stylish enough! "I told you already fool," I quickly respond with my eyes glued to Mom's car as she zooms on the road. "Kyle! Step on it! You're driving at like twenty miles per hour!" I complain when I realize that she is slightly too far away from us.

"Woman! What have I said about moaning and complaining? I will literally pull over and make you choke and swallow! Go on! Keep running your mouth and I'll put that mouth of yours to good use for me!" he yells at me.

"You're too pussy to do so," I mumble under my breath.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" he questions me even though I have a feeling he heard perfectly clear what I said anyway. I innocently shake my head then pout my bottom lip in "pretend" confusion. Trust me, it always works...

"That's what I thought. Women are best seen and not heard," he mutters with a small chuckle of haughtiness in his smooth husky voice.

"Oh hell no! You did not just say that! Bitch pull over so I can slap the shit out of you!"

"You started it! And I'm sorry if the truth hurts Sasha!"

My head starts to spin and Kyle's voice starts to drown on me. I think I'm going to be sick!

"Slow the car down! You're driving way too fast now. I'm gonna be sick," I demand as the breeze from the outside swiftly brushes past my cold skin and stings my tired eyes.

"First you're telling me to step on it and now you want me to slow down! Can't you just make up your mind like a normal person?!" he shrieks as the speed of the car increases and the trees we past by becomes a faded blur.

"Well maybe you shouldn't-Kyle! Look out for that car!" I shriek as the other car's headlights approach really close to us and it doesn't change direction.

The driver madly beeps his horn as we are about to create a dangerous collision. Kyle turns his head back to the road, his eyes bulge out as he attempts to spin his wheel the other way in order to prevent a crash. I cross my arms over my eyes as the swivel of the car and the screech of the tires makes my eardrums burst and stomach twist in unusual directions. Am I dead now? Did we crash? I'm not in pain or anything... I keep my arms crossed over my eyes then quietly ask, " Did we die babe?"

"Yes we did! We're all angels in heaven now," I hear Kyle laugh in a small toddler voice.

"Well that's very unlikely. You're the devil in the making Mr Carlson!" I chuckle knowing that the bitch is only playing with me.

I move my arms away from my eyes then stare at Kyle with a small smirk. He smiles back, only this time, keeping his eyes glued to the road. That's weird, he never looked at me but he can tell when I'm smiling at him? I watch as he flexes his muscles in an attempt to impress. Because I damn well know that your muscles should not be flexing when you're simply turning a wheel in two different directions. I scrunch my lips together in an "unimpressed" form then raise my brow at him, oblivious to the fact that he's whole attention is on the road and not at me.

"What are doing with your face?" he sniggers.

"How can you see me?" I ask my own question, ignoring his one completely.

Yeah I know that's pretty rude...

"I can't. The silence speaks for itself baby," he quietly whispers as he swiftly turns the wheel and the steady paced Audi turns a corner.

What does that even mean? Why does he have to make his answers to difficult to understand? I gaze at his defined straight jawline then observe how his eyebrows come so close together when he's concentrated on something. This has happened a lot now and it looks pretty cute whenever I stare at him and he doesn't even realize it. Well...at least I think he doesn't... How did someone as beautiful as you end up with someone like me, Kyle?

"Do you know where we are? Anything look...familiar?" he questions me as the confused expression grows on his soft face.

I shake my head and blink my eyes several times. I knot my eyebrows close together too and look out the window. Very unfamiliar houses and buildings but these people must be filthy rich to own eight story high apartments and mansions but don't get me wrong, it is gorgeous and I would love to live in one. I move my focus away from the buildings and tilt my head up to the dark night sky. The warm glow of the moon makes a soft smile stretch on my lips and the stars contrast against the midnight sky. "Your Mom's slowing down. I suggest we stop and park so we can get a good look from here," Kyle states as he slows the car behind a few bushes and far away from where my Mom parked her car.

I nod my head in agreement but my attention is more drawn to where she's parked at. I elongate my neck as I try to examine and analyse the huge mansion that I spot her walking up to in her short dress and high heels. "Damn, your Mom looks hot," Kyle quietly gushes as his jaw hangs a little and he watches my Mom makes her way up the concrete stairs that leads to the big blue door.

I punch his arm then kiss my teeth at him. He holds his hands up in innocence then quickly throws one over my shoulder. He pulls me close to his chest so I can smell his sensational scent that makes my nostrils tingle for all the right reasons and listen to the steady beat of his heart. I nervously chew on the inside of my bottom lip as my Mom is by the door and has already pressed the buzzer several times. Finally the door swings open and I can't make out who is by the door because Kyle has me too low down by his chest. My Mom quickly struts in the glamorous house then the door instantly shuts behind her. "Now what?" Kyle questions me while he smoothly runs his fingers through my hair.

"We wait until she leaves," I sigh as I look up at him and meet with his dazzling eyes.

He nods in understanding then takes out his iPhone from his jean pocket and starts tapping away. I look back up at the stars and gaze at the glow they produce as they stand proud in the dark sky. That foolish smile takes place on my face and I've always wanted to stare at the stars with a boy. But preferably on the grass and the boy actually looking at them with me and not tapping away on his iPhone but this is definitely close enough. Kyle doesn't do romance. I don't think he's the kind. He does the sex then the talk for a bit then back to the sex when he gets bored...

"Now that we're here, you wouldn't mind helping me with a science question, real quick? I have an exam in a few days and I could really do with your help," he quietly questions me, trying to break the peaceful silence.

I raise my head up from his chest, sit upright and reply, "Yeah sure. What do you need help with babe?" A big grin amplifies on his face as he reaches over the backseats without even looking then pulls out a few sheets of paper and a pen. "You carry your science work in your car?" I scoff. He lips twitch into a slight smile but his eyes remains focused on the sheets as he scans them up and down with his eyebrows in stitches.

"Shh baby girl," he softly hushes me with his forefinger up to his plump juicy lips. "Okay so, I really don't understand this whole recessive and dominant gene thing and I'm actually starting to confuse myself," he softly explains to me with his warm animated eyes.

Aww bless his half existing heart... I cross one foot over my other leg and keep one dangling off the edge of his comfortable luscious chair.

"Okay so you have blue-ish gray eyes right?" I question him. He nods in approval."And I have brown eyes. Correct?" I continue the explanation. He nods once more then takes the pen up to his lips then slips it through them.

Oh God! He looks so hot right now, I just want to pounce on him and attack those lips of his. "Right. So if we ever got married and had a baby then it would be more of a chance that the baby would have brown eyes because brown eyes is a dominant gene and less of a chance that it would have blue eyes because blue eyes is a recessive gene. Understand?"

I gaze into his wondrous eyes and right now I just want to get lost in them with him. I suddenly burn up at what I had just said and the thought of a little mixed race baby with blue-ish gray eyes flashes my head. Argh! No! No way! Never! Not in a million years! "You're not asking me to get you pregnant, are you?" he chuckles with a hint of panic in his voice.

"No! No, of course not! It's just an example. So you understand now?" I quickly interrupt, trying to terminate the fantasies out of my delusional corrupted head.

"Good! Okay so brown is dominant and blue is recessive. Got it!" he cheerfully exclaims as he quickly scribbles onto the piece of paper and I observe carefully, mesmerized by his concentration and focus.

Once he finishes, he looks up at me then presents me with a huge accomplishing grin then tosses the papers back to the seats. I screw my eyebrows at my carefree wolf then stare out the window again. The silence creeps up on the car and I suddenly want to have him, right here, right now.

I bring my head back to his hard chest and harken his steady heart. My own melts in desire and security, hoping that he can hold me much closer than he has to. I glare up at the stars and count every single glistening one. A relaxed smile takes form on my lips as I try extremely hard to keep my heavy eyes wide awake.

"Why are you so gorgeous?" he randomly questions me.

"Excuse me?" I tilt my head back and strain my neck a little in order to meet his penetrating glare.

"Let me rephrase...Why you so gorgeous when your mouth is closed?" he scoffs, licking his lips in a flirtatious manner.

"I just...like the stars," I honestly reply, completely fazed by what I'm saying myself.

"That's weird. I've never really heard a girl say that before," he slowly exclaims.

"Can we talk?" I stupidly question him without realizing that it sounded very desperate.

"Sasha, we've only been dating for like a few hours, not even days and you want to break up with me already?" he laughs as he leans forward and delicately kisses my forehead.

"No! Just about stuff..."

And by stuff I mean; girlfriends, past relationships, why he hurt Lara so much, why he's so full of himself, why he treats girls like shit but is so nice with me, why there's so much tension between him and Jake. Like...! I wanna know everything about you!

"Let me guess. And by stuff you mean past relationships, girlfriends, my messed up reputation, why I'm so rich etcetera etcetera..." he calmly states in a cool relaxed tone.

I knew he had some sort of telepathy... He lifts up his eyebrow then smirks at me. My eyes start to feel heavy but I try hard to keep them light weighted by continuing to gaze into Kyle's hypnotic wolf eyes. I fortuitously lift up my hand and stroke the side of his face. He gently turns to the side, brings his hand up to mine and lightly brushes it against his lips then softly kisses each knuckle.

"On second thoughts. Forget it," I yawn as my tiredness overtakes my energy and my body feels to collapse right on top of him.

"Baby you're tired. Sleep," he firmly orders with a soft tone.

"But...but..."

"I'll wake you up as soon as your Mom leaves the house," he softly reassures me.

His skillful fingers continuously run through my hair as he plants small kisses in it, inhaling deeply every now and then. It feels so good it's indescribable. I'm lost for words...

"Go to sleep baby girl. Its just my hardcore power sex consuming all your energy. Once you wake up, you'll be ready and pumped up for more again," he softly chuckles and I can't help but stretch my lips into a sweet pleasant smile.

He reaches over for his sound system and slowly chooses a song, with his face scrunched up in deep concentration. The little orchestra starts to play in the back then her husky voice swiftly overshadows the music. I never knew Kyle liked this song..."You like this song? Really?" I question him with my eyes closed.

"Yes it's a very good song. Listen to the lyrics Sasha but keep your eyes closed," he softly orders as his professional fingers run through my hair. So I do as I'm told...

I know you've been hurt, by someone else. I can tell by the way you carry yourself. If you let me in, here's what I'll do...I'll take care of you...I've loved and I've lost...

I know you've been hurt, by someone else.- He's not talking about Mike is he?-I can tell by the way you carry yourself.- The way I carry myself? What does he see that I don't?-If you let me in, here's what I'll do, I'll take care of you...- He wants to love me? Take care of me?-I've loved and I've lost...- I'm guessing he's talking about his Mom. Aww! My poor baby, why can't we just talk about this kind of things instead of playing songs about your emotions? I can tell he's suffering in silence and it kills me to know that he's hurting...So I know this song is totally directed to the both of us, but why can't he just say it for himself?

Just the sound of his deep voice makes my heart melt at high temperature and sends chills down my neck. Kyle please don't turn out to be the jerk everyone says you are. I really want this to work out and I don't think you're a sadistic egoistic maniac like everyone says you are. I'm head over heels about you, but for all the right reasons. Not because you're filthy rich, not because your rough and horny twenty-four-seven but because I think you can actually be a good caring person...please don't break my heart, please...I think I might love..I might love...

Oh what's the point in all this? Rihanna and Drake's soothing song eases through my body and the pleasurable urge of sleep takes over...

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