I've never been happier in my whole entire fucking life.

I have the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful girl in the whole entire world asleep on my chest, and I'm so madly in love with her that it hurts.

Last night was the best night of my life. I finally worked up the courage to tell her that I love her, and to my surprise, she loves me back.

Not to mention that then she let me make love to her, which was the best feeling I've ever experienced, before she fell asleep curled up on my chest.

Of course, she woke up and I had to bullshit with her dad so that I could hog all her attention for the night, but what happened after that made me nearly cry.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Blossom? Officially?" I ask her, and she instantly clamps her hand across her mouth.

She hunches over and when I realize that she's crying, I freak out.

I have to reach for her chin again, tilting it back towards me, and she finally pulls her hands away from her face.

"What about college? What if we can't be together then?" she questions me, and I've already thought about how I'm going to answer that, knowing that she would surely ask.

"We still have four months, baby girl. We could do long-distance if we really have to. But, we still have the rest of high school to enjoy each other, so I don't see why we shouldn't be together right now," I tell her, and she starts cry harder.

"Yes, Bryce. I would love nothing more," she whispers to me, before climbing into my lap and kissing me hard.

The memory brings a tear to my own eyes.

Fuck.

Inconveniently, the tears don't stop, beginning to come a little faster.

When Blossom wakes up, I'm full on crying, and she shoots up in my lap to tilt my chin towards her.

"What's wrong, Bryce?" she asks me, worried, but I shake my head, wrapping her up in my arms and pulling her to my chest.

"I don't deserve you," I whisper to her, pressing my cheek to the side of her head.

She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't have to. Holding her like this is enough comfort to calm me down, and eventually the tears stop coming, thank God.

I've already been so open with her about nearly everything. She's the only one who I ever talk to about how I feel about what happened with my parents, and her and my dad are the only two people who know about my past of self harm; my mom doesn't even have any clue.

Carefully, she lays down on top of me so that her chest is pressed against mine, leaning her face to the side to stare at my arm. She traces a dainty finger along the lines of my tattoos, letting out a little content sigh.

"I love your tattoos so much. I know you think that I hate them, but I feel quite the opposite. They somehow make you even sexier; it's crazy. You have the best body too; it's not fair," she tells me, and I feel myself blushing.

I've never had trouble accepting compliments before, but from her, they mean so much more to me.

Before I even get a chance to reciprocate her kind words, she's sat up in my lap once again.

I sit up as well, just as she begins to say, "I'm your girlfriend now, huh?"

"Fuck yeah you are," I say, and she giggles, still the most beautiful sound that I've ever heard.

For once in my life, I feel at ease. For the only time ever, I feel like I can just let go of all my worries and enjoy my time here, in bed with my perfect girlfriend.

"I still don't understand how you could love me, though. You could literally have any other girl out there, yet you chose me," she sighs, and this little confession of hers breaks me.

"There's not just one specific reason that I love you. I love everything about you. I love the way you get flustered when I tease you, and how you pout when you don't get what you want. I also love your singing voice, and how passionate you get when talking about theatre. Not to mention that that little giggle fucking sends me. It's the cutest thing ever," I tell her, and her cheeks turn a bright, shining shade of red.

She stares at me for a second, but I eventually guide her mouth towards mine, kissing her tenderly.

She lets out a soft whimper against my lips, and I pull her close, so that her body is pressed against mine.

I let my hands travel down to grip her hips underneath the fabric of my shirt that she's borrowing. She takes this as a sign to slowly rock her hips against me, and it has me needing her within seconds.

Then there's a loud ass knock on my door.

My dad is the biggest cockblock ever, apparently.

"Hey," I say as he pushes open the door stepping into the room.

He gives me a wave, smiling, but that smile quickly fades away when he sees Blossom in my lap.

I suppose he can't see her face, so he probably just thinks I have some random chick in my bed as he swiftly steps back out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Blossom is staring at me with wide eyes, probably confused by his reaction, and I give her a small smile.

I kiss her on the cheek just as my dad's voice sounds again as he says, "Shit, sorry Bryce. I've never seen you have a girl in there before."

I snort. He really doesn't have a clue.

"You have seen me bring a girl in here before, actually," I tell him, remembering how he saw me carry a drunk Blossom into my room that one night.

He doesn't say anything, so it's safe to assume that he's just as confused as my girl is.

"Come back in here, Dad!" I call out to him, and though he's hesitant, he slowly walks back into the room.

"Hi, Leo," Blossom says, turning around in my lap to give my dad a wave.

He blinks a few times before waving back to her, a small smile on his face.

"Hey Lexi. And yes, Bryce, you're right. You've brought her in here before, but I didn't realize you two were back on speaking terms."

He raises an eyebrow, and Blossom gives him that beautiful smile of hers.

"We're all good again," she tells him, and he looks towards me for confirmation.

I shrug at him, asking, "What? You don't believe her?" to which he responds by giving me the middle finger.

"I'm going to head downstairs and start breakfast, baby. You can stay here and go clean yourself up in the bathroom or do whatever you need. Come down when you're ready," I tell Blossom, before climbing out of bed.

I bend down to kiss her softly, then giving her a wave as I join my dad by the door.

His eyes are wide as he stares at me accusingly, and innocently, I ask, "Are you waiting for something?"

He pinches me in the arm before heading down the stairs, and I plan on following him, but I decide to wait just a minute.

Pausing right in the doorway, I can see Blossom out of the corner of my eyes. She suddenly collapses back into the bed, letting out a content sigh.

"Wow. I'm so in love," she says out loud to no one but herself before she bursts out laughing.

Me too, baby. Me too.

I swear, she's the cutest person ever.

Giving her some space, I head downstairs where I find my dad seated on one of the barstools.

The moment he spots me, he has something to say, asking me, "You told her you love her, didn't you? There's no other way that she would be here with you right now."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"I asked her to be my girlfriend, too," I tell him, and he smirks at me.

"I see that you're dealing with rejection well, then," he remarks, and if I was slightly more of an asshole, I would slap him right across the face right now.

I must be visibly pissed off, because he bursts out laughing.

I ignore him, choosing to head to the fridge to get the ingredients that I need for a ham omelette. I cook in complete silence, my dad not even offering to lend me a hand.

He has a damn cocky smile on his face the whole time too, and it's highly irritating to me.

I'm just about to call for Blossom when I suddenly feel a small arm wrap around my waist.

I look down to see that Blossom is grinning up at me, pressing her cheek against my chest. I wrap my free arm around her shoulders as I finish plating the omelet, turning off the stove.

I hand her a plate and fork and she thanks me quietly, heading over to sit down at the island.

I grab my food as well, walking over to sit beside her. I end up between her and my dad, and I reach down for one of the legs of her stool, pulling her closer towards me before I wrap my arm back around her shoulders.

She doesn't look up at me but she leans her head against my shoulder, a smile on her face.

"You two look good together," my dad feels the need to comment.

I spin around to glare at him. "What? So you've been shitting on my relationship ever since you walked in the door this morning, but now that she's here, you're acting all nice about it," I spit at him, not even able to hold back the annoyance in my voice.

I must sound angry too because Blossom reaches for my hand, giving it a squeeze as she looks into my eyes, silently begging for me to calm down.

I nod to her, looking back to my dad. We make eye contact for a moment, but he then leans forward in his seat to look at Blossom.

"He's really invested in you, in case you haven't noticed. I've never seen him feel the need to defend anyone before, but he really does feel the need to protect you," my dad says slyly, and her cheeks turn bright pink.

"So you don't have anything against this? You just thought you'd turn this into a fun game? You think this is amusing, huh?" I ask him, and he grins at me.

"Did you make enough for me?" he asks me, nodding his head towards the food on our plates.

I squint at him for a minute before spitting, "Go get it yourself."

He smiles again, getting up to cut himself a piece of omelette. He then heads off with his plate into the living room, sitting down on the loveseat before he turns on the television.

Ignoring the fact that my dad is acting like even more of a teenager than I do, I turn to my girl, finding her slowly chewing a bite of omelette as she stares down at her plate with a satisfied smile on her face.

"I'm sorry about him, Blossom. I don't know why he's acting so strange today. He probably just has really bad jet lag," I say, loud enough for my dad to hear over the sports game that he's watching.

When I turn around, his head pops up over the back of the couch.

"You're eighteen now, Bryce. I won't hesitate to kick your ass out of this house for any smart remarks. You can go buy an apartment," he tells me, and I roll my eyes at him.

"Maybe I will. God knows I can afford it," I snort, turning back to Blossom who has a guilty smile on her face, trying to hide the fact that she finds this all so hilarious.

I pull her tight to me as we finish eating, not really speaking much to each other until we're both done. I then do the dishes as she sits there, watching me with a loving regard until I walk back around the counter towards her, taking her hand and leading her with me to the living room.

"I'll bring you home soon, okay? I just want to chat for a little bit," I say to her, taking a seat on the sofa that my dad isn't occupying.

Blossom sits down beside me, and I notice that she's shivering a little bit.

Because of this, I reach beside me to grab a blanket for her from the basket under the side table.

I drape the blanket over her shoulders, leaning back on my elbows so that I'm basically laying down. I pat my lap, gesturing for her to come closer, but she hesitates, glancing back towards my dad.

"Don't worry about him," I tell her, and she bites her lip for a moment.

She then hesitantly climbs into my lap, laying down against my chest before wrapping her arms around my torso. I adjust the blanket around us so that she can keep warm before I let my left hand trail down her body until it eventually rests on her thigh.

To my delight, she doesn't pull away, instead wrapping her arms tighter around my body.

She tilts her chin up to look at me and I smile at her, making her grin back.

This right here is the best feeling ever.

"You still doing all right?" I ask her, and she nods at me.

There's a little bit of confusion in her eyes though, and I kiss her on the forehead, hoping to ease some of that tension within her.

Being here with her, acting all lovey-dovey and shit, is something I've never done with a girl before.

Yet it all feels so natural, and as much as I need to get her home so that her parents don't rip my trachea out, I never want her to leave my arms ever again.

"What's on your mind?" I ask her, and she frowns a little for the first time this morning.

"I'm just thinking about how my parents are going to flip out when they find out about all this. They think a relationship during high school is going to distract me from my studies," she tells me, and I suddenly feel bad.

As screwed up as my family may be, my parents have always given me the freedom to learn and grow on my own.

Meanwhile, her parents are way too protective of her, and it makes me feel like shit knowing that I keep getting her in trouble just from having her stay over at my place for the night.

"You're not going to tell them, are you?" I ask her quietly, and she shakes her head.

"Does that upset you?" she asks me, and I purse my lips together to stop myself from speaking as I think for a moment.

It doesn't really upset me, per se, but I don't want her to be embarrassed of being seen with me.

I don't want to hide our relationship at all; she's all mine now, and I want to show her off to the world.

"It's okay. I get it," I tell her, and she gives me the most adorable smile ever.

"You're so perfect. Wow," she says to me, and all those slightly negative thoughts that I was having about her decision immediately melt away.

"No, you're perfect," I counter, and my dad clears his throat from where's he's sitting.

"Am I allowed to hold your hand at school again?" I ask her, and she laughs.

She seems to want to tease me as she responds with a simple, "I'll have to think about it."

I decide to play along with her little game, sticking out my bottom lip in a pout.

"Pretty please with a cherry on the top?" I ask her, and she laughs, nodding her head at me.

"I guess, seeing as you asked so nicely," she says to me, grinning madly.

"You're so good to me," I smile, running my fingers through the soft curls of her hair. Her shoulders tighten for a moment before she relaxes once again, trailing her fingertips along my sides.

"What time is it?" she asks me, and because I haven't put in contacts and I'm not wearing my glasses yet, I really can't read the clock.

"Nine forty-three," my dad answers for me, and I give him a thankful smile.

Blossom lets out a small sigh at his response, sitting up on my lap. I notice that her shirt had rode up to bunch around her waist, giving me a great view of her white underwear.

"I should really get home, Bryce. Can we try and do something together tomorrow, though?" she asks me, oblivious to the fact that I'm totally distracted by her body right now.

"Yeah, of course," I tell her, before placing my fingertips on her inner thighs.

Because of the way that the blanket is still around her, all my motions are luckily hidden from my dad, so he has no clue what's happening right beside him.

When my fingers give a small tug on the waistband of her underwear, Blossom finally catches on.

She grips my wrists, pushing my hands away before adjusting the shirt and hopping off my lap.

"I'm going to change!" she calls out from behind her as she stalks out of the room, down the hallway.

I laugh as she disappears, hearing her quick footsteps up the stairs a few moments later.

I stand up, folding the blanket up before tossing back in the basket to follow my angsty girlfriend up the stairs.

When I walk into my bedroom, I don't find her there, but the light in the closet being turned on is a dead giveaway.

I walk quietly across the room to the closet, leaning against the doorway. Sure enough, she's standing there, pulling her shirt up over her head.

Her face is hidden from me behind the material at the moment, and I let out a long whistle as I admire her body. Her soft curves are so beautiful, and I swear that she has the best body I've ever seen.

She instantly freezes up, pulling the shirt the rest of the way over her head.

"Seriously, Bryce?" she asks me, tossing the fabric at my face before trying to use her arms to cover her chest.

"I've seen more," I remind her, and her cheeks go bright red once again.

She ignores me, grabbing her bra and clasping it around herself. She then tugs her dress off the hanger, stepping into it and shimmying the article up her body. She slips her arms through the straps, letting them rest on her shoulders before she walks towards me, spinning around.

I zip her dress up for her, leaving a gently kiss on her shoulder blade afterwards.

She then flounces off back into my bedroom, and after grabbing a T-shirt from my drawer, I follow her.

She has her phone and necklace in her hands, and I pull my shirt on before walking up behind her. I take the necklace from her, clasping it around her neck carefully.

I feel her shiver at the contact, and when she finally turns around to look at me, she has wide eyes.

"I'm so damn lucky," I accidentally say out loud, and before I know it, she jumps up into my arms, kissing me on the lips.