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Eighteen~*

He said it.

He said the three words. Kind of.

"Y--You love me?" I whisper into the darkness. He chuckles, kissing my cheek.

"Yeah, babe. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I think I've always loved you." Darren brushes his lips across mine.

"Darren, I-- I love you too." He freezes. What? Did I say something wrong?

"You ... you love me?" I nod.

"Yeah. I really love you. I can honestly say, I've loved you from the start." No need to mention the tiny band addiction ...

He slams his mouth onto mine. "Can you say that while I fuck you?" I giggle, kissing him back.

"Sure. Okay. Da--" His hand slides into the boxers of his I'm wearing. "Da--" He starts rubbing me through my pants, causing me to shiver with pleasure. "Darren I--I lov--love you." I get out.

Darren chuckles, his head in my shoulder. "Babe, am I the cause of your shivers?" I nod. "Sorry? I can't hear you."

"Y--yes."

He applies more pressure, then moves his hand away. He lifts my hips up, pulling down the boxers I'm wearing and my pants. Once he's gotten rid of them, he pulls me up, pulling off my shirt as he does. Finally, he unclasps my bra.

When I'm naked, he takes off his boxers. Wow. He's really moving fast here. Darren lays me back down, and looks at me. It sinks in what we're about to do. Darren's still looking at me. I feel sick. "Lilly-Mae?" He asks, his voice full of concern. "What's up?" I scramble away from him, pulling the covers over my body. I'm stood in the middle of the room clutching the covers to my naked body. My eyes are wide open.

I was about to have sex. The dirty deed. I was about to do that. "I ..." I stammer. "I'm sorry." I rush out. I feel my cheeks heat up. Well ... this is awkward. Here we are, both naked. In his room. Darren kneeling on the bed, all his bits hanging out. Me, stood here, looking like a lemon. "I'm really sorry." I repeat.

Darren's just there, looking at me. Without saying anything, he gets off the bed, picking up his boxers. He doesn't face me while he does this. Aw man. I feel really stupid. I was so close to losing my virginity. To an amazing guy. But nope. I had to be a fricking idiot.

Once he has his boxers back on, he turns to me. "Sorry." I cringe. How many times has this been now? Two, three? Darren walks over, putting his arms around me.

"It's okay." He whispers in my ear. I put my arms around his shoulders. I let silent tears roll down my face. "You're not ready, I understand. We'll wait." More tears. He's being so nice about this. He settles his face in the crook of my neck. "It's really okay. I'll wait for you."

"Thank you." I whisper back. Darren moves away, picking up my pants and his t-shirt.

"Here you go." He says quietly, passing me my pants and the t-shirt. I smile gratefully, pulling both on. I stand there, just looking at him. He is seriously perfect. He takes my hand, smiling a small, beautiful, smile. Darren walks over to the bed, taking me with him. I climb under the covers, resting my head on his shoulder. One of my hands rest on his other shoulder. His arms are around me, securing me to the side of his body. One hand of the small of my back, the other resting on my thigh.

I sigh, sleepily. I hear him say something. "Pardon?" I ask.

"I said, I need to ask you something." He murmurs, moving his head to face me. I catch this eyes in the light coming through the window.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to know ... you know ... would you consider being, uh, girlfriend?" He shifts. "Because you're seriously the most amazing girl I've met. I can't imagine life without you anymore." I move closer, if it's possible, and kiss him.