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A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed the surprise & cliffhanger last update! I sure did ;-)

I can imagine the collective gasping. Anyways back to your regularly scheduled Scott POV. As always comments/likes/etc. are always appreciated because they're super encouraging and they help keep me writing (aka I'm a comment wh*re).

I also did a new cover again with the original picture the book started with. I liked that one much better.

Fun fact: I stayed up until 2am to finish this chapter and my first class is at 8:30. That's how much y'all mean to me.

Not much going on this chapter, so it's a littler shorter! I spent more time on development again to take a break from action. Please enjoy & I love y'all soooo much!

I am sure about four things at this very moment: It is raining. I just made the stupid mistake of ignoring a beautiful voice trying to sing to me. I am very, very sure about being unsure of myself. Above both of those things Mitchell Grassi, the son of the man who I have learned to hate deeper than the core of the Earth itself, is kissing me. At this point I've forgotten the steady pelting against my back, its demand to make itself known long since failed. Instead all of me is left to focus on the trembling man before me, freezing in the chill rain and abandoning all of his previous frets to hush mine with his lips. I am shocked so deeply that I drop the duffel bag, but neither of acknowledge it hitting the pavement. All I can hear is a distant ringing in my ears, almost enough to be a resounding silence.

I do not know how Mitch came to the conclusion that he is okay with this, I want to hope it isn't just because it would silence my treacherous mind. I do not want to worry. From what I know, he would not do that to me. He told me I have the key. That is what this means. I'm finding a crucial bit to the puzzle, probably the most important piece yet. The one that opens him up, the one that makes it easier to find where the rest belong.

Suddenly realizations hits me-- these thoughts have been clouding my mind and I've been too busy over-thinking, I've yet to even react. I cannot think. I must act.

This is not the first time I have kissed someone, but I'm moving so slowly that it if someone else were watching at this very moment, they would be convinced that I am a novice at best. I'm astonished by my own terribly mediocre reaction time, but I come to understand that all other experiences before this should be considered nothing but predecessors up until this moment. This, now, is the authentic first time. It deserves to be.

Finally I react, fitting our lips together so Mitch isn't left to wonder where I've been lost any longer. I raise my left hand, gingerly bringing my fingers around the side of his neck, leaving my thumb to brush against his flushed cheek and then his jawline. The other hand travels along the curve of his spine, ignoring the soaked coat chilling my fingertips. I feel him shiver against my hands, I know it is mostly from the temperature. Instinctively, I pull him closer to me and my palm finally comes to rest where his back meets his waist.

We stay there for longer than minutes feel like, drinking each other in, no drop gone to waste. There are no other intentions beyond this, no reason to rush. I have no intention of rushing further than just kissing him. That is past my comfort zone, and well-- he is already far outside of his. I did not know it was possible for a kiss to hold this much emotion without having lust laced behind it as well. Behind our lips is a world of protection, a world of promises, a world of hope-- unspoken promises that are effortlessly conveyed through mutual affection. I want to give Mitch all that and more, I surely don't know how much time will allow me to do so.

Eventually we break away for air, and it dawns on me that an incredible kiss is just as addicting as the nicotine from a cigarette. I want it again, but I'm speechless. His eyes are cast towards the pavement, I immediately tell he is second-guessing. I reach for his chin with the most tender grip I can muster from within me and coax him to look up at me.