Breathing seemed to be forgotten as the both of us held on close to each other. Like it was all we had. Suddenly, I realised how my reluctance to start the relationship earlier had messed me up. The time seemed to have pent up my desire to be with him. All of the time.

My fingers traced up his shoulders and his body moved slightly as goosebumps ran all the way up his arms and down his back. My legs tightened around him and my hips then ground slightly. His hands tightened on my hips slightly. A grunt was also sounded out.

"I thought you didn't want us to happen." I smirked and shook my head in response. As I then began to kiss his jaw and down his neck. His body seemed to react well and that caused a pink tint to form as the sounds left him.

"I wanted us to wait." Finally, my hands left his shoulders and moved up to his neck. As my face grew progressively closer to his own. Then he stepped back and walked a fair distance from me. Grabbing oven gloves and grabbing the waffles out.

I sat on the side and thought about what I had done. Putting myself out there and also forcing him into such a situation. One that he didn't seem to be in control of at all.

"How many?" I shrugged at his question and didn't pay much attention and then thought that he may want an answer.

"One please." He nodded and plated one of the potato waffles. Then he added the side of a drink. Orange juice. Just as I went to jump down he tried to stop me but I wasn't up for playing ball. I climbed down and grabbed my plate. I politely thanked him and sat at the table in the kitchen.

"Sorry if," he didn't finish as I shrugged and waved him off whilst interrupting him. One pet peeve of mine was to interrupt and yet I just did it to him.

"I was presumptuous. Nothing to worry over. Anyway, I need to be off soon so I have to eat quickly." The food was wolfed down in record time and then I ran up the steps to change.

A thick dress, high socks that met my knee and a red dress that stuck out a little after my waist. A pair of black shoes were pulled on. My hair pulled into two plaits and then I got ready to actually leave. Makeup brushed on my face and I walked down the steps. My nose piercing matching my cuff on my ear.

"Where are you going like that?" Clearly, he believed it to be a special place and when I looked down so did I.

"A walk." I left the house and set off. Hoping that the early sun would do something even in early April. Just my luck though Jaren hit the door, causing it to close. Only, he closed it after he had pulled me in again. I was up against the wall as he leant over me. His touch so soft I couldn't even imagine Pete trying it.

"I prefer you in my clothes." I smiled and had to admit that I also enjoyed wearing his clothes more. They were comfortable and the smell that could only belong to him was so strong.

"Shame," I commented and he smirked at me. Knowing exactly what I was up to and then I realised that he had pushed his own body up against mine and I didn't mind. Not one bit. All of me screamed to get free but I stayed there. Hoping that I didn't look like a schoolgirl willing to be lead down any sort of alley as long as he promised to love me.

His lips moved so close to mine that they had basically met. Only he stopped and kept the distance there. Not breaking anything with me. His legs still at my side and great pressure growing on my core where he was pushing the most.

"This is where you kiss me." He mentioned and I stayed still. Nothing moving aside from my chest as I took in deep breaths to help keep a degree of control.

"Where is the fun in that?" I pushed at his lips and we kissed. His hands running down my body and to my thighs as I moved to his neck. Trying to keep us at a closer height. As I did so, Jaren hooked my legs up. My whole body was being supported by Jaren as we stayed near to the door.

His core kept me up against the wall as his hand ran up and down my legs. My dress left no fight as he could touch anything he put his mind to.

"Why are you getting up already?" Jaren had whined as I climbed from the bed and ran to the bathroom near to his room. I peed and then walked back in. Picking up the shirt he had been wearing and placing it on. When I got back into the bed he pulled me so that my stomach was against his and then his hand ran up my leg.

"Mr Smith I have no pants on." His look of pure mischief made me smile and my hand ran up his arm. Stopping at his shoulder. He didn't seem to stop at all. Until he was able to grasp my butt.

"I like you," Jaren commented as we laid on the bed. All I could do was snuggle in and kiss his chest from time to time. Nothing left my lips until he squeezed and I yelped ever so slightly. "Cookiecutter. Why?" I stayed against his bare body and moaned. Not from pleasure but from displeasure. Clearly, I had no real desire to answer his question and when he kissed the top of my head I felt like he had understood that.

My face rested against his chest as we laid on our sides. Only for Jaren to pull me up to his lap and I laid across his chest as he laid on his back. My stomach was flat against his but his hands running over my back and up my thighs made me sigh in comfort.