"What do you mean he hasn't been here these past few days??" I grasped onto Michelle's desk, my voice cracking as I struggled to catch up with my own breath. "Michelle, please... we both know I have to know...did he go to his foster home?"

"You know about thi..."

"I know everything about Ross. Please let me help him, please tell me where he is," I literally begged, watching her astonished state.

The way my blood rushed everywhere brought panic in me...and i knew too well I would never relax until I see him.

"He's at his foster home, yes. But he never told anyone where that is."

"William this is Lia, Lia this is William, my foster brother."

William...

"On which floor is Dr. William?"

"Tenth," she signed me a pass slip, shaking her head as I ran a hand through my hair. "I can't believe you know all of this."

I ignored her confrontations and quickly ran to the elevator after taking the slip. I dialed my father's number, frowning at the sight of my shaky hands.

Nothing mattered anymore, nothing stopped me from chasing him, not even my anxiousness.

I wasn't going to scurry back...I was running after comfort. He was love, he was safety.

"Dad you can go home. He's currently not here and his brother is going to drive me to where he is," I rapidly answered, waiting in the elevator patiently.

"Are you sure about this Lia?"

"Yes...please let me fix my mess. I can stay on the line with you if it helps."

"Alright then. Where are you now?"

"I'm about to enter his brother's clinic," I said, watching the doors open slowly.

I ran to the receptionist after placing my phone in my jean pocket, too worried to be scared of people.

"I'm Sorry, Dr. Nick just finished with his last pa..."

"I'm not here for a check up," I cut her off, handing her the pass slip, "but seeing him right now is way too urgent."

"Who gave you this?"

"William!" I ignored her questions, knocking on the doctor's door loudly, "William, it's me, Lia. Ross' uhh, the blonde date he was with."

I heard footsteps, followed by the handle twisting making me step back.

"Why are you here? You're not pregnant, are you?"

'Gynecologist'

I just ran into a freaking gynecologist.

"N-no," I shook my head, sighing heavily. "Ross packed and went to his foster home because of me..."

"Shit...what've you done that got him to this point? He never goes there unless it's serious," he ran a hand through his hair, closing the lights and following me to the elevator.

"Just get me there...please," he pressed on 'G' shaking his head making me face the corner.

Did I really have to deny his love for me when I knew too well it was realer than my entire life?

I knew his fire, and I knew it was never for rage. I knew his love drunk heart and yet I accused him of being sober.

I messed up.

"Come on," he muttered, watching the doors open, leading into the garage. I followed him to his car, got in after he unlocked it and made sure to put the seatbelt on.

"How far is it?"

"It's a little too far If we go from the main road," he paused, lighting the ignition, "so would you mind taking the opposite way there?"

"No."

"Alright," He took off rapidly, making me grasp on to the seat. "Could you tell me what happened? Are you two broken up?"

I slowly turned to face him, my eyes shooting deadly glares; my muscles holding every tendon back from not screaming an insult.

It gets tempting every time his questions increase in curiosity.

"Could you maybe shut up and get me to where he is?"

"Never mind, we're here."

I don't even wait for him to park...I opened the car door and quickly ran to the large home...to his very own home.

I rang the doorbell, knocking nonstop, my breath way too lost to be caught.

"I'll get it!"

It's him

Oh god

"Ross," I found myself whispering, my tears building up already. He opened the door, his body just as frozen as mine.

His hair messed up in every way possible...dark circles rounded his red eyes and his body looked drained.

"L-Lia?" He stuttered, reaching out to touch my arm, almost as if he couldn't believe I was there, right in front of his eyes.

I held his hand from my arm, reaching out to grab his other, my tears steaming down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," I cracked out before he pulled me in, holding me tightly.

His embrace made me take in his scent, only to have my tears fall quicker.

"Oh, thank god," he mumbled over and over again, taking me in more and more.

His soft lips kissed my forehead softly, making me squint my eyes.

I really did hurt him too badly.

He pulled away only to pull me inside the house as William drove away, back to the main road.

"His wife must've called," he chuckled, closing the door as he wiped his tear stained cheeks.

I pressed my back to the door, feeling my phone vibrate, signaling Dad finally ended the call.

He stood in front of me his eyes scanning my eyes. His tension was spread around us just like a wallflower's veins... I knew too well how I'm supposed to release it, hésitation being the only difficulty I had to face.

Should I?

I took a hold of the grey shirt he was clad in, brought him down and tiptoed to slam my lips on his luscious ones.

The way he almost immediately held my waist, kissing me hard yet sweetly...biting my lips, groaning when I finally allowed him in.

"Kiss me," he sighed, his breath full of lust fire, his lips dancing to my heartbeats while his hands grazed my back just the way a canvas would be. "Tender me. Fucking hell, Lia, adore me."

I love you.

I adore you.

I tender you.

Damn every night I lived through without you in my arms

Damn every denied beat my heart pumped for you

Damn every kiss I decided to end

Damn it all until today...where I'm home in your arms, so are you in mine, below the shelter you grew up in with love as an ambition.

I never minded watching him forever as he laid in front of me in a couch that we both liked for being small only because it brought us closer.

"Don't try to accuse me of being sober when all I've been doing is drinking from you," he shook his head leaning in closer.

His eyes slowly shut close and his head rested against my chest, taping with calloused fingers against my skin the rythme of my heartbeat. He engulfed himself in my arms, almost as if he knew too well he belonged in here all along.

I loved the way his sigh sped my heart race, hitched my breath, and rushed blood to my cheeks. His tired eyes looked back at me, his lips parted trying to let the held back words out. "Don't try to conceal the truth...yes, I admitted being thirsty for your love; you just never complained about my addiction, and yet here we are...and you're just offering me the entire bar. I can never decline what I've been yearning for these past several months, Lia. I need you the way my heart needs blood." I found myself lost in the light of his dark eyes, letting all my guards down as he hypnotized me...and I knew too well that sanity wouldn't have had the opposite effect on me anyways.

"You're like summertime, Lia...no, no...you're like the cold shivers that travel through my spine in summer's heat. You're a drug, and I'm addicted. Can I please have you?"

My fingers grazed the nape of his neck, bringing his lips millimeters away from mind. I stared into his honey dripping eyes, licked my lips slowly before mumbling, "I'm yours."

"You're mine."