'Hell is empty, the devils here are vast and plenty.'

"Tell me everything," Anna says.

"It was the best kiss of my life!"

Anna claps enthusiastically. "I need to see this guy!"

I smack my hand against my head, "my camera!" I say before running off to my room to retrieve my most prized possession. "I have a dozen pictures of him from work!" I say excitedly as I jump back on the couch.

Anna and I cuddle up together as I scroll through the pictures to find his, my heart speeding up as soon as my eyes land on his. It's one of the photos of him sitting on the stool; the first day we met.

Anna whistles beside me, breaking me out of my dreaming daze. "He definitely isn't your usual type but damn he is hot, I can see why Chantelle has been trying to fuck him."

I roll my eyes. "Chantelle tries to fuck everyone."

Anna bursts out laughing, "this is true! Not something you would usually say though?" Her eyes look to find mine.

I sigh. "It's nothing, I'm just not a fan of hearing about her wanting to fuck him."

"Holy fuck Bella! Jealously already? How good was this kiss?"

I smile thinking about his lips on mine. "To be honest, I didn't know a kiss could feel that good, I'm excited to see him tomorrow."

"You going back to the university again?"

"Yeah, tomorrow is my last day until opening night."

"Are you working this weekend?"

"Just a winery shoot on Sunday," I stretch my arms above my head, feeling ready for bed.

"We should have a girl's night this weekend," Anna says.

"Yeah that sounds good," I get up from the couch and begin heading for my room. "See you tomorrow!"

"Goodnight boo," I smile and blow a kiss to her.

It takes me too long to fall asleep, thinking about Tyson has my stomach in excited knots. I don't even know if I ever felt this way with fuckface. I mean sure, he gave me butterflies in the beginning but this is more like birds flapping their wings, not tiny bursts of fluttering but a large assault against my skin. I honestly didn't know whether to fear my feelings or jump up and down happily.

In the morning I decide on a casual khaki dress with thin shoulder straps. I finish my look by straightening my hair like usual and applying a thin layer of gloss to my lips. I was more than ready to see Tyson again, I just hoped he felt the same way that I do about the date.

Talking with him was exciting, nerve racking, interesting and comfortable all at once. I wanted to know everything about him.

When I get to the performing arts building, the class is already running through rehearsals, so I sneak in and make my way to the front.

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here," rings out through the theatre. I lower my camera as I take in the scene and the words in front of me.

"Why that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore?" Tyson responds, his face is full of concern.

"Holy shit," I whisper. He is actually ridiculously good. I spend the rest of the show forcing myself to take pictures, but mostly I just sit in awe at his performance. He completely owns the stage, I guess that's why he is the lead, but it's more than that. Everyone else almost disappears when he speaks.

I head backstage to get some pictures of what happens behind all the action, and as I walk pass the costume room a hand grabs me and pulls me inside. I gasp from shock as Tyson covers my mouth with his hand, and pins me against the closed door.

I smile as he lowers his hand. "Hey," I whisper.

"You need to stop it with these dresses," he says as his eyes move over my body.

"You need to stop acting so well."

"Getting into it huh?" He smiles playfully, his body pressed against mine is nearly enough to send me over the edge.

"Just you," I whisper.

His smile grows and touches his eyes, eyes that move down to my lips before he presses his against mine.

He pushes his body harder against me as he deepens the kiss, his tongue moving with mine. My legs seem to have a mind of their own because I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, with my back pressed against the door. "Fuck," he moans as his hands travel to my ass to support my body.

I can feel his erection pushing against me, and holy shit it feels big! "Tyson," I moan into his mouth as his hands squeeze my ass. The door handle jiggles behind me, breaking us out of our crazed kiss.

"Why is this locked?" I hear Chantelle's voice on the other side. Great timing woman.

Tyson coughs, and slowly puts my feet back onto the ground, my legs feeling wobbly at first. Goddamn this boy is really about to bring me to my knees with just a kiss.

"Come to mine after this?" He whispers.

"Okay," I whisper back as Chantelle opens the door.

"Oh sorry!" She says as the blush warms my face. "Hate to break up the party," she says sweetly before grabbing her costume from the rack.

I follow her out of the room. "So I'm guessing the date went well then?" She asks.

"Better then well!"

"You will have to catch me up asap!"

"Okay yeah, Anna wants a girl's night this weekend anyway," I say.

"Perfect!" She waves as she heads over to her teacher.

After another half an hour of me not really doing anything, class finally ends.

Tyson comes straight over to me, "will you just follow me to mine?"

"Okay, are you on your bike?"

"Yeah, I don't have a car," he says as we walk side by side. I was starting to feel a little nervous about going to his house.

As we get to his bike, he stops to brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear, "see you soon?"

"You will," I say shakily. His hand caressing my face drives my body insane, what would it be like actually sleeping with him? Would I even cope?

The drive to his only takes ten minutes, but everyone of them pumps my blood quicker around my body. Did he ask me to his for sex? What kind of idiot question was that, of course he did! Was I really about to have sex with him after one date? I mean I know I have had a one-night stand but what if Tyson loses interest in me after? My hands grow sweaty along the steering wheel, and I watch as his bike pulls up to a small apartment. I park behind his bike as he gets off and removes his helmet. Fuck he is sexy, and I am going to be alone in his house with him.

God give me strength.

"This is me," he smiles and I realise that he is also a little nervous.

We head inside and it's one of those apartments that has everything in the one room, apart from the bathroom. It's sweet in a way, his black sheets are a little all over the place on his bed, but other than that it's clean.

"I like it," I say as I awkwardly put my phone and keys on the little table by the door.

"It works for just me, want a drink?"

"Just water please."

He heads to the tiny kitchen as I sit on the edge of his bed. There is a packet of smokes and a little leather book on his bedside table. Funny, he never smells like smoke when we kiss.

He comes back with the glass and I nurse it in my hands as he sits beside me. Why was this so awkward all of the sudden?

"You smoke?" I ask.

"Not really," he says and I get the feeling there is more to this story. "Do you?"

"No, I mean I have had a couple in high school but not like anything serious."

He grabs the water and places it by his smokes. "Come closer," he whispers.

I have no reason when it comes to this boy, I scoot next to him and he inches his face to mine. "You are so stunning," he says before his lips press against mine. His hand goes to my hair and his other goes to my waist.

Slowly he begins to push my body back against his bed, my dress hitching up above my ass as he moves between my legs. Every touch is like lightening, he moves one hand onto my thigh, slowly moving his fingers up my leg...

"Tyson," I whisper.

"Yes?" He sits up to look at me.

"Do you think maybe we could take things slow?"

I wait for the anger or the frustration to flicker across his face but there's nothing. "Of course," he hops off of me and pulls my dress back down.

"I'm sorry," I say feeling a little ashamed for some reason.

"Hey," he grabs my face with his hand so that I am looking at him. "There is nothing to be sorry for, we can go as slow as you need."

"Okay," I smile. "I should go."

"What?" There is a slight panic to his voice. "Stay, we can talk." He moves both of his pillows up and I lay beside him.

We spend the next two hours talking about random things, he makes me laugh more times than I have in the last year, and I even make him laugh sometimes. He has this really sweet laugh, where he is silent and his eyes scrunch up.

Outside the sun is setting. "I should get going now."

"Okay," he says sadly as he gets up and walks me to the door. "Can I see you again over the weekend?"

"I'd like that," I say before his lips softly kiss mine.

"Thank you," he whispers as he pulls away.

"For what?" I ask confused.

"For surprising me."