The Reason I Go Crazy (Brallie)

"Single most best thing in my lifetime"

Brandon and I had successfully kept our relationship a secret for over two months now. No one suspected anything and we couldn't be happier.

Although it was hard to keep our relationship quiet and private from the rest of the world, we were somehow managing.

During family movie nights, we'd hold hands under the blanket, and during dinner Brandon would keep his hand on my thigh.

Late at night when I knew everybody was safely asleep, I would sneak into his room and we'd make out for hours. Sometimes more than make out.

He's touched me in places I never knew I wanted to be touched until he put his hands on me. He makes me feel out of this world, like I'm on a euphoric high I never want to come down from. I hope that I've made him feel the same, with my own ways.

We still haven't made love, there hasn't been enough time for us to get that far, and I'm starting to think it's bothering me more than it is him. Maybe he doesn't want me that way yet. But I want him.

I want him so bad, sometimes my chest aches at the way he makes me feel.

We were now sitting in the living room watching a movie, my head on his lap and his fingers carding through my hair.

It was Saturday afternoon and everyone was out doing who knows what. I didn't really care what everyone else was up to, as long as it meant I got alone time with Brandon.

I took the remote from the table and paused the movie. I sat up, letting both my legs rest on Brandon's lap as I took both of his hands into mine.

He looked down at me with a confused look.

"Is everything okay, baby?" he asked.

As soon as the words left his mouth, tears started falling freely down my face. I knew it was pathetic and stupid to be crying over something like sex, but it was bothering me so much, I couldn't help it.

He placed both of his strong hands on either side of my face and softly wiped away the tears, but it was useless. They wouldn't stop.

"Callie, love, why are you crying?" I refused to meet his gaze, I was embarrassed.

"Callie please look at me. Baby, I'm here for you, I don't like it when you cry. Please tell me what's wrong," he whispered against my cheek, kissing more tears away.

I finally looked up and met his beautiful green eyes that were filled with nothing but worry.

"Do you love me?" I whispered.

His eyes widened at the question. "How could you not know that, love? Callie, I love you more than anything in this messed up world."

I smiled a little but his words weren't enough to ease my thoughts. More tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Callie, please, are you okay? Baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong," he said, wiping more tears out of my eyes.

"Do you want me?" I quietly asked. My words must have sparked something in him because he pulled me into his chest and rocked me back and forth as I continued to cry.

"Callie, baby, sh, it's okay, don't cry," he whispered. But I couldn't.

I couldn't stop crying and I don't even know where all this emotion had come from. I just needed the confirmation that Brandon still wanted me in the same way I wanted him, even if it hadn't happened yet.

"Baby, there's nobody in this world that I want more than you. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

I shook my head. Tears were still stinging my eyes, but my breathing had slowed. He kept one hand in my hair and the other on my side under my shirt. A small smile appeared on his face as he began to talk.