Him. || Colby Brock

fourteen.

Colby's POV

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I have never felt more alive than I do when I'm with her. She fills up an emptiness inside of me, a void that I perhaps didn't notice until I was without her. She gives me such an overwhelming sense of happiness when she's around. Whenever we're together, I can't help but find a smile on my face in almost every single moment. No one has ever been able to make me as happy as she does so simply. She could do anything and it would brighten my day. She's absolutely beautiful, the most magnificently stunning girl I believe I have ever laid my eyes on. I can't help but think how out of all of the guys in the world, which she would be able to get easily, she somehow chose me. I have no clue why but I've got to say, I feel like the luckiest bastard in the whole world when she's around.

I'm so madly in love with her. She is my every thought, every breath. The one who gives me a reason to wake up every morning. The one who simply makes life worth living.

"You ready to go back to the apartment?" I ask her and she nods as she drops her fork onto the now empty plate in front of us.

"Yeah, let's go," she replies and I nod as we get out of our chairs. I place my arm on the small of her back as we walk out of the restaurant into the warm evening air. Our fingers intertwine as we make our way back to the car. I open the door for her and let her in.

After getting in and starting the engine, I place my hand on her thigh, rubbing my thumb gently on the soft material of the dress.

"Did you have a good birthday?" I ask her and she looks at me with bright eyes.

"It was the best birthday I've ever had Colby," she beams, tears brimming her eyes.

"Really?" I ask her excitedly and she nods.

"Yes, it was absolutely amazing. Thank you so much," she says.

"You're so welcome baby, you deserve to have the best birthday in the world," I tell her truthfully and tear slides down her cheek.

"I love you so much," she whispers and I grab her hand.

"I love you more," I reply in the same hushed tone and her smile widens.

"I disagree but everyone is entitled to their own opinion so," she counters sassily and I chuckle at her.

After a few minutes, I pull into the parking lot of our apartment. We walk inside, hand in hand and silent. As we get up into the elevator, anyone could have been able to sense the sexual tension. After a couple of seconds, I finally give in as I hastily back her into the wall and crash my lips onto her's. Her small hands find their way to my hair and she tugs at it lightly, an action I have grown to absolutely love.

All too soon, the elevator dings signaling we've reached our floor and we walk down the hall to our apartment. I shove the keys into the door unlocking it quickly before walking inside, Rebecca following after me. She closes the door with her back and we stare at each other for a moment before our lips connect again. This time, slower, with more passion than ever before. Unlike the rest of our make out sessions, this one is different. Instead of lust it's fueled by something else. Love.

I pick her up bridal style and carry her into our shared bedroom sitting her down by the door, and shutting it. Our lips find our way back together and her hands trail up to the collar of my shirt. She slowly unbuttons it one by one, our lips never disconnecting. She slips her hands underneath the shirt and slowly pushes it off of my chest and down my arms. It falls to the floor her hands move back to my hair.

After a few moments, she slowly pulls away.

"Colby," she says in a hushed tone.

"Yeah," I say in the same volume.

"There's one thing I want for my birthday and one thing only," she says quietly and I feel a smile creep onto my face.

"What's that baby girl?" I question as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Her small fingers hook around my belt, pulling me as close to her as possible. Her gorgeous eyes stare into mine and whispers against my lips.

"Chicken wings."