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So Right

His smooth hands move slowly up your body, gliding like silk against your milky skin.

"Clayton..." You moan as his juicy red lips suck at the tender flesh of your quivering neck.

"Ssh." He replies, his long tongue protruding and moving in painstakingly gentle swirls over your warm flesh.

"God... Every time you touch me I feel like I..."

He pulls away gently and his vibrant green eyes lock onto yours, holding an intense gaze that only the two of you share.

He licks his lips, reaching out to caress your temple with his beautiful fingers. "You feel like you're in love with me."

He says it as a statement, as a known remark, not as a question. Sudden anger flares within you. Damn him for seeing through you, seeing through what should seem like a simple desire for casual sex. Damn him for admitting it, for toying with your emotions when you know you are nothing to him, just another girl on his list of sexual triumphs. Damn him for knowing you so fucking well.

You can sense that he sees the rage in your eyes, and you watch him closely as he studies you for a moment before cocking his head to the side in that way of his.

"Darlin'..." He bites his lower lip, something he does when he's nervous or particularily emotional, you've noticed. "What makes you think I'm not in love with you?"

Drawing in a sharp breath, your eyes widen in disbelief. "Clayton, if you're bullshitting me..."

His kiss tells otherwise. "I'm not." Comes the whispered confession, as he pulls you closer. "I love you."

A tear trickles slowly down your cheek and you quickly push it aside, wanting so badly to believe him. "But... I thought we agreed... It means nothing..." Your voice trails off.

He lets out a barely audible chuckle. "I thought that was what you wanted."

If only he knew, you think. Not that he's ever asked, but he was your first. Your first celebrity lover, your first lover at that. He assumes that you've always been a bit of a groupie, that you have experience in sleeping with pop stars. If only he realized the whole truth, the fact that you've been captivated by him since your eyes first met. He drives you insane, little by little, with the late-night romps and the passionate kisses and the whispered secrets and the fact that, until tonight, he's had no idea how head-over heels in love with him you are.

"Clayton, you thought I wanted what we do to be meaningless?" You shake your head violently, not caring anymore about him seeing you shed your sorrow as more tears pour from your glistening eyes, and look at him with a newfound hope. "Never."

"Then it doesn't have to be." He takes your hand in his. "We can have a relationship now, a real one. No more hiding, no more lies." His magnificant eyes sparkle brightly. "God honey, I didn't know... All this time..." He shakes his head, breathing deeply, then grins down at you.

You return his smile, your heart jumping. "Then let's make up for lost time."

He smirks devilishly. "Sounds like a plan," he growls, pulling you backward with him onto the hotel bed and kissing you forcefully.

Snuggling against his firm body, you allow your jumbled thoughts to become serene as you close your eyes and feel his strong arms circling you protectively. "Mmm..." You murmer, basking in his presence. "So right."