Truth

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I told him everything. Any detail I thought of I told him. He deserved to know.

"Your own father tried to kill you?" he asks.

I nod my head. "And my mom but she's awake from her coma now."

"Niall sounds like a really good guy." He looks at me intently.

"He is." I smile sadly.

"If you wanted a new start, then why didn't you start over with him?"

"I wanted to move on from everything in past and sadly he was part of it."

"I see." He says. He bites down on his lip and frowns. "So are you just using me? To forget?"

"I'm not sure anymore." I say quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"I was trying to make myself believe that, that was the only reason but I know that's not true." I take one of his hands in mine. "I want this to be different. I want to be different. I won't push you away. I won't leave you. I'll stay as long as you want me too."

"How do I know you're not lying?" he says

I intertwine our finger and put my head on his shoulder. "Just trust me."

He turn to me and puts a hand on either side of my face. "Okay. I trust you."

I smile at him. He's almost like Niall but with a different personality and looks. We dated the day we met. He made me sing for him. He read my songs. He writes songs and plays guitar. He sings.

"Stop that!" he groans.

"Stop what?"

"Biting your lip."

Really? How am I supposed to control whether or not I bite my lip. I can't help it.

"I do that when I'm thinking. Why can't i do it?"

He raises his eyebrows at me. "You wanna know why?" I nod my head.

He pushes me onto my back on the couch and kisses me. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip again, asking for entrance, which I accept. He slides his tongue against mine as his hands travel to my waist. He removes his lips from a mine and leaves a trail of kisses down my jawline to my neck.

"How does this answer my question?" I ask out of breath.

He presses his body against mine and that's when I feel it. My eyes widen and my face heats up. Jesse straddles me and laughs.

I cover my face with my hands as I feel my face get more red with embarrassment.

"That's not funny!" I him in the arm.

"Yes it is!" he laughs more. "Lana are you a virgin?"

I nod slowly and cover my face with my hands again.

"19 years old and you still haven't been fucked yet. We'll fix that." I remove my hands from my face to see the smirk on his face.

"Why are we having this conversation?" I groan.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

He sighs. "Groaning and moaning and biting you lip. Its driving my crazy."

"I can't help it!" I laugh.

He laughs too. I love his laugh. It makes me happy that I can make him laugh.

"What are you thinking about?" he leans down and stops when our lip touch.

"You." I whisper against his lips.

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