Part Five

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It had been a fantastic week. Never had Haley had such a good time in South Carolina, enjoying the sand and the surf, the love and laughter. And the heated moments, the sneaking around under the watchful eye of her parents and Taylor had made the passion that much sweeter. She knew now, without any doubt, that she was ready to be with Nathan. Completely. She wanted him, all of him, and she knew he felt the same way.

It had probably been the best week of their relationship. She had never felt closer to him than she had at the beach house, seeing him first thing in the morning, his face the last thing she saw before she fell asleep. After the second night when they had almost gotten caught by her mom, she had made it a habit to sneak into his room after everyone was asleep. They both knew nothing would happen, not with her family in neighboring rooms, but to sleep in the same bed as him, to feel the length of him pressed up against her back as his arms encircled her waist, to see the lazy smile he gave her first thing in the morning; well it made it all worth the risk. This was something she could get used to. And it had helped her make the decision to be with him, to give herself to him completely. She felt no hesitation, had no doubts, and now as she drove over to his house, after telling her parents she was going to be spending the night at Peyton's, she could barely contain the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach in anticipation.

She had figured she'd be nervous, had anticipated it. But the adrenaline she felt flowing through her was a welcomed surprise. She was ready, she had thought about it from every angle, and in the end love had won out. She just simply didn't want to deny herself him anymore. And she knew without a doubt, that Nathan was the one for her, and any remaining doubts she had were washed away over the last week. It was a side to Nathan she rarely saw, the side that enjoyed being cheesy with her, that allowed himself to be carefree and simply enjoy being with her.

Haley turned the car into Nathan's apartment complex, pulling into an empty parking space. She stilled her hands on the wheel, breathing in a deep breath, a futile attempt at settling the butterflies. She wanted to feel him next to her now, to hear his words of reassurance as he led her over the cliff. She had dreamt many times about being with Nathan for the first time, the memories causing her to blush even now, but she was almost certain that her subconscious mind wasn't going to do him justice.

Gathering up the courage she threw open her car door, grabbing the overnight bag she had packed carefully, making sure she had all she needed, and headed for his apartment. Breathing deeply, she raised her fist to knock, her knuckles rapping on the wood door.

Swinging open the door, Nathan looked at her with a bright smile. "Hey!"

One look at him, standing there in a simple t-shirt and jeans, Haley felt the nerves in her belly tighten, her pulse quicken. "Hey." She raised herself up, bringing her lips closer to his for a kiss, Nathan bent over to press their lips together fully. He pulled her into the apartment, pushing closed the door, all the while keeping their lips together, his hands framing her face. Haley gripped at his hips, her hands knotting at the cotton of his t-shirt.

Nathan pulled back then, his lips pecking hers softly before he looked her in the eye. "I'm glad you came over." He took in her face, his eyes raking over the slight blush that covered her cheeks. His eyes wandered to the bag on her shoulder, his look questioning.

"I told my parents I was staying at Peyton's." She chose not to elaborate, couldn't get the words out completely, yet her tone implied everything. The butterflies kicked up again, swarming, as his eyes searched hers, looking for any doubt or hesitation. She kept her eyes on his face, wanting him to know she was ready, that she felt nothing but love and excitement for him.

He smiled warmly, pulling the bag off her shoulder and setting it behind the couch, he led her over to sit, a paused basketball video game on the television. "So how's the family recuperating after vacation? I still can't believe your dad challenged me to a game of one on one the last day. I tried not to play too hard, but years of Dan Scott training makes it hard to throw games."

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