"It's you; it's always you. If I'm ever gonna fall in love I know it's gon' be you. It's you; it's always you. Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you." —Ali Gatie.

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In no time, the bathroom door opens, and Blaze steps out fully clothed in a pair of grey shorts and a white tank top with wide underarm slits.

He looks good even in bed-wear, and my eyes involuntarily drop to the front of his shorts. The bulge has lessened but when my eyes return to his I notice he's smiling with a knowing look on his face.

Oh God. He caught me.

I quickly shift my gaze to the Tv screen awkwardly. "Uh, I-I couldn't find a movie choice; I know you like horror, so I was just—"

"Hey, it's okay," he says as he advances over to where I am. "You can just choose a romance."

"Oh, okay, are you sure because the last time—"

I am unable to finish the sentence as I notice him settling on the bed behind me. He puts both his thighs on either side of mine so that I am now sitting between his legs. Almost like how that squirrel girl was at the bonfire night.

My cheeks heat up as I feel him shuffling in closer so that my back is pressed against his chest.

With widely opened eyes, I try to modulate my breathing as I stiffly stare at the screen ahead.

"Just choose any romance," he utters as if the position does not affect him at all. I guess I am the only one on the verge of having heart failure here.

"Okay," I say, pointing the remote to the screen. My hands are clammy from angst, and instead of scrolling through the option, I am pressing the volume button like an idiot.

Blaze laughs from behind me, his chest vibrating against my spine. "What are you doing, Harmony? Let me." He pulls it from my grasp and begins to skip through a long list of romance options.

"Mm...how about The Fault in Our Stars?" He asks after about two seconds.

"Yeah, yeah, that'd be good."

He clicks on it, and it loads up while he puts the remote on the bed beside us.

Suddenly, I feel two strong and warm arms wrap around me from behind, cuddling me in closer to his torso, and I almost stop breathing for a second. His biceps are casually rested above my heart, and I fear my hard and irregular heartbeat will be felt by him.

Focus on the screen Harmony, the screen.

The movie finally begins. It is about two cancer patients who met at a cancer support center and fell in love. I can't tell if Blaze is watching it, but I know I am. It is the only thing keeping me from becoming a human tomato in his arms.

While the film goes on, he is silent and motionless behind me. I steal a swift side-glance and notice that his face is fixed ahead, and I presume that he's watching it. His arms are unmoving from around me, and soon I begin to feel more comfortable with them being there.

That's until now. A sex scene begins to play on the screen where the two main characters are in a room, kissing and taking their clothes off.

This is indeed very uncomfortable to watch with Blaze right behind me. Watching people being cut to threads with a chainsaw would have been much better in this case.

I swallow thickly, and my own saliva sounds deafening as it travels down my throat. I do my best to keep a straight face while Blaze is watching the clip quite comfortably. He sure is a different species.

Everyone has a nervous habit, and mine is shaking my legs when I am anxious. I just hope this part goes away pretty soon.

Blaze lowers his head to my ear, tightening his hold around me and squashing me in his arms. "You alright?" He whispers.

I nod my head. "Mm."

"Sure?"

His breath brushes my nape as he speaks, and I shiver unnoticeably.

"Yeah..."

And then I feel his lips on my neck. Moist and cool as he sucks my skin into his mouth, his teeth gently penetrating it. My heart rate speeds up, and I struggle to keep my eyes open, but they only settle into two squinted slits as the movie becomes nothing but a white blur.

The intimate scene comes to an end, and Blaze's sexual provocation ends as well as he plants a soft kiss against my now bruised neck and continues to watch the movie as if he just did nothing.

The beat of my heart is now the loud rhythm of a bass drum as I attempt to regain my senses, affixing my eyes on the motion pictures in front of me, but not registering anything that is taking place. I relax the tense muscles of my thighs, having no idea I had been clamping my legs tightly together.

Soon, the film ends with the painful tragedy of the male lead dying from cancer. Aside from the knowledge that watching romantic fiction with Blaze may trigger a sexual reaction, I've learned a few other things from this production. Sometimes people meet the perfect person when they aren't ready, and they can lose them too when they aren't ready. Love comes when you least expect it, and it can also leave when you least expect it.

While the credits go up, a tear escapes and slides down my face, and I can't help the soft sob that follows.

Blaze looks down at me, genuinely taken aback. "Are you crying?"

"Yeah... it's just so sad." I mutter heartbrokenly.

He's amazed and awe-stricken, probably has never witnessed someone shedding tears for a movie. I can understand his stupefaction; he's not an empath.

"I just think...life is so unfair." I dry my eyes with my knuckle. "They met just to be apart like this."

Blaze is staring at me with no clue of what to say. I know he's not accustomed to acts of consolation, so I am not expecting a reaction. He isn't knowledgeable about all of this, and that's alright.

He pulls me closer to him and hugs me even tighter. "It's okay. I am sure they will meet in the afterlife or something. The guy will be a hot CEO bachelor and she will be a supermodel, and they will meet because she needs a job and he has a vacancy. So, she will send her resume in, and he will fancy her because they have a connection from their past life."

I can't help the smile that spreads my lips as I look up at him through watery eyes. "That'd make a pretty good movie."

"I know." He smiles widely.

"Except if she's a model, why does she need a job?"

"Extra money of course. She doesn't want to showcase her body all the time. Plus, it's just a movie; stop reading into it."

I laugh, and he joins me.

"Mm, what happened to 'the guy is going to bang a random girl, and the girl will cheat with a phony ass dude'?" I ask, reciting his words from that last time he told me why he hates romance movies.

He chuckles. "Well...I guess not all romance movies are bad."

I smile at him. I must say, I see the potential in him. He won't have this Sociopathy all his life because I will help him to overcome it.

He stifles a yawn and lays back on his bed with a tired sigh. "I am sleepy."

"Oh. I should get to my dorm then—"

I motion to get up when he grips my arm and tugs me down onto his chest. He wraps his arms around me and lifts his thigh to pull me in closer to him.

I flush as my eyes connect with his. "What if James—"

"James is not coming back to Homewood until tomorrow morning. He's at his parents."

"Oh...but April—"

"Stay with me, Harmony," he interjects. "Don't leave me tonight."

I avert my eyes from him because the love I am currently feeling is brightly displaying in them.

"I won't try to have sex with you," he whispers. "We can just sleep here, together, until the sun rises."

I want that too. I have always wanted to wake up next to him. I am happy that we can sleep together through the night, and in the morning, I will open my eyes to find him beside me and not gone.

I look at him and nod, a smile on my lips. "Okay. I will stay with you."

His mouth turns up in satisfaction as he pulls me tighter into his warm embrace.