Tyler's POV

Tonights the first night of our deal. I lay down on my bed and wait for her to slide in beside me. She watching me from the side of her bed, which she is sitting on, and looks nervous. I don't know why, It's not like she's never slept with me before.

"Come on, max. Lets get some sleep." I say. She sighs and waits a minute before crawling into bed. I'm so tempted to smile. But seeing her nervous face and red cheeks, I'm not going to be a jerk. I lean on my side to face her. "Your wanting to tell me something." I whisper.

She turns her head to me before turning her whole body my way. My eyes can't help but wonder down. But I make them go back to her eyes quick. "Ask you something, more likely." she said, "I wanted to ask you about the whole junior thing. You seemed pretty upset about the whole thing. What's up?"

Shit. I knew she would be able to tell. I should've hid it better. I sighed. "Nothing, is just....... juniors not the right guy for you. All he wants is a little fling. He'll act like he likes you, then break your heart." Her face didn't change. It's like he already knew that. But if she knew that, then why would she still want to go out with him?

"Who says I can't handle a fling?" She asked, a little hurt and what I said. I gulp. I wasn't expecting for her to take it so seriously. "I'm not saying you can't handle it, but I don't want you to fall for the wrong guy." No, I just don't want you to fall for anyone but me.

Her face was turning to anger now. "And who IS the right guy, Colton."

Me.

"I don't know, just not junior." I say. She rolls her eyes and turns away from me, showing her back. "Just go to sleep Tyler, I don't feel like talking about this right now." She mumbles.

I sigh and must've had a leap of faith since I actually wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her on my chest. "Hey!" She screeched. I rolled her over so that her chest was against mine. I kept a tight grip around her waist and her face was so close to mine. Kiss her, dammit. Man up!

No, not yet. I have to know she likes me back. Her face turns to a rosy pink colour and she has her hands beside my head, on both sides so she makes sure she's not too close. Honestly, I don't think we're close enough. "You can't fall for him, max." I whispered. She sighs and closed her eyes, letting her head drop.

"Your not my dad." She whispered. I could almost hear the tears come from her at the mention of her dad. I know the whole story. How her dad was killed and how her uncle blamed the mom. Or maybe it's the other way around, either way, it's sad. I move one of my hands from her waist and cup her cheek, pulling her head up. "I know it hurts for you to say stuff like that, so don't." I whisper to her. She opens her eyes. Which made a tear drop from her eye. I used my thumb to slowly wipe it away.

"Don't cry, princess."

She shook her head before letting her arms fall from the beside of my head and used them to hug me. Placing her head against my chest. I let out a big breath and moved one the hand that was cupping her cheek to her head, softly finger combing it. She has such soft hair. And soft skin. How does she get it like that?

And her hair smells so good. It right under my nose and its piercing through me. (In a good way) I smile now, knowing she can't see me. Then kiss her head before lying my own back on my pillow.

Then I go to sleep.

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Max's POV

I don't know what was up with Tyler last night. He seemed upset about me and Junior. He was. He didn't want me to go anywhere alone with Junior, which only made me want to go more. But also, he really seemed to be caring and sweet. He didn't let me go to bed the way I planned, but the new position was better.

I was lying on top of him, my chest to his, and let me just say, its surprisingly comfortable. I gulp and hope to god that I'm not blushing. I'm not opening my eyes because I'm pretty sure he's awake. His hand is softly petting my hair down and the other is sliding up and down my back.

I let out a breath I've been holding for a while now. I quickly suck it back up though, noticing it made a loud noise. I gulp again in nervousness. His hand on my head freezes and he moved both hands slowly down my back and to my waist.

"Talk, princess. I know your awake now." He says in a taunting tone. I can just tell he's smiling. "um....." I mumbled removing my hands from his sides and propping myself up and looking at him. His hair is a mess and he's smiling at me. I want to return it, but before I do, I notice something.

I didn't have a nightmare last night.

I have had one everyday for the past four years. Every single night, yet the one night that I sleep with Tyler, I don't have one. He also didn't have one, and he's had at least ten in the past three weeks. He must have noticed what I was thinking because he said;

"We didn't wake up crying."

I nodded. "I've had one every night for four years. But that record was broken last night." I mumbled, almost to myself. He smiled again. "Exactly, so this deal is doing a great favour." He chuckled. I didn't smile, although I was tempted to. I glance over at the time. 8:47.

I have Eight minutes to get to my first class! I jump away from Tyler. (struggling because of his tight grip.) But when I did I ran to my closet, saying "Shit! I have eight minutes before my first class!"

I heard Tyler stand from the bed and make his way over to me. "What class?" He asked. I grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt before turning around to look at him. "Physical training." I answer. He nods once before turning around and going to his dresser.

That's when I notice his tattoo.

He got a tattoo. It was amazing. It was wings. One on each side of his back. They were detailed with such care. Such pure passion. My mouth dropped. "Y-you got a tattoo." I mumbled.

He turned around at me with cloths in his hands. "What? I didn't hear you." He said. I walked towards him and turned his back back to me, erring a closer look at his wings. "You got a tattoo." I repeated.

"Yea. That's where me and Carter was yesterday." He said. I ran my hands slowly down his ink back. He flinched and stiffened, making me smile. I couldn't help but touch it. The perfect wins drawn onto his back. His back with a line down the middle, showing his muscle through every bit. It's about as deep as mine.

"Why?" I mumbled. He sighed and turned around. My gaze now looking at his chest. I dropped my hands before they accidentally touched his chest. I looked up at him, my face heating up. He wasn't smiling. Or smirking. But he also didn't have a frown on his face. Merely a straight line. "I'll tell you, if you tell me why you got yours."

No, I thought, I've never told anyone why. And I don't plan on it. So no. I gulp. "I'm not telling you." I whispered. He now smirked. "Then I won't tell you, princess. Now get ready. Remember, class starts in eight minutes."

Damn him.