Nate does not wait a second. His hands feverishly go to my hair again, tilting my head back roughly and his mouth crashes with mine once again.

I let out a slight whimper, the slight bit on my scalp making me see the stars in heaven. I opened for him, his lisp clashing with mine and sweep all the last bit of control and sanity I had.

Both my hands explored under his shirt, his hard body reminding me of the man that was currently ravishing me. I pulled his shirt off his body, momentarily losing his contact on my lips. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him back to me as he roughly removed my shirt over my arms, the buttons flying hazardously across the floor.

"I have no intention of stopping." Nate mumbled it in my ear, and I could feel his teeth brushing against the skin of my ear.

I felt the goosebumps ripple across the whole of my body and my skin.

We had a ravenous appetite for one another. This kiss felt like two starving individuals finally sharing a dish together to satiate their hunger. This was the air we breathed. This was the thread that kept us alive.

I could care less about anything at this point in my life. Nate was the only one who could make me experience what it felt like to be fully alive and to soar above the skies. It makes no difference to me that he was probably someone I ought to be cautious with. At this very moment, he was completely mine, and I was completely his.

I let out a startled shriek as he pulled me off the ground and his hands went down to the back of my legs. I kept a firm grip on his shoulders while hesitatingly giggling under my breath. When I came up to his lips, I said, "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," he said in response, regaining control of my lips with his own.

He carried me effortlessly past the living room and into his bedroom. As soon as he kicked open the door, my stomach began to churn with anticipation. After that point, everything became quite chaotic.

I glanced around his room, wanted to see what his private space was like, but the curtains were drawn, and the lights were off. I got dropped on the bed and I propped on my elbows, looking up at a bare-chested Nate. This is the first time I saw him like this. And the intricate tattoo that was carved into one of his pectorals. All smooth skin covered the rest of him.

"Ellie," Nate said slowly. I moved up to the bed and started pulling down my pants, all the while keeping my eyes locked on his. We were going to do this. His eyes dipped to where I slowly started to begin spreading my thighs.

A tentative smile curved my lips. "Nate."

He smirked down at me but made no attempt to get any closer to me. I decided to take it upon myself to eliminate his reluctance and make the first move.

I got down on my hands and knees and started crawling towards him. He kept a wary eye on the situation, his lips just slightly parted as he observed.

I inched closer to him slowly and carefully, as if I were hunting my own game to gorge myself on. He made an audible swallowing sound, but other than that, he was perfectly motionless.

When I came close to his body, I flicked my tongue against the firm flesh of his abs. One touch. One blaze. One push over the edge and he pounced on me.

His large hands fisted the back of my head and rear it back, exposing my throat to him. I felt so open for him, so vulnerable but so much in need for him. He pushed me back into the bed, aggressively but all hesitation has disappeared from his eyes.

He was primal and was moving with instinct right now. I could not breathe anymore. His arms snaked around my waist and pushed me down on the bed fully. I could barely catch a breath before he was fully on me, devouring each exposed skin as he passed over it.

Until he came back to my lips. I moved my hands through his hair and welcomed him back again. Desperation and animalistic want waved between us. We are out of control. My whole body is trembling at each touch. My finger grazed his open back.

I started to rub myself against him, wanting more of what he was giving me. Whatever contact I could get, I was clinging onto it.

Nate devoured my mouth as though he never experienced connecting with someone like that before. The emotions laced in this kiss, in these touches was borderline suffocating. The essence of each touch filled in the deepest parts of my soul. The parts that sang alone for a very long time, were finally dancing in delight with being fulfilled.

The minutes crept away from us as we lost ourselves in the sensations.

I stirred, the warmth of the sun creeping onto my skin. As I slowly opened my eyes, I had to blink a few times before I could make sense of where I was. Then, as I turned my head, my gaze fell upon Nate's face, still asleep beside me. Memories of the night before flooded my mind, and my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my racing heart and take in my surroundings. The sheets were soft against my skin, and I felt cocooned in the warmth of the blankets. Everything in the room was quiet, except for the faint sounds of birds chirping outside the window.

As I lay there, I took a moment to observe Nate's sleeping form. He looked peaceful and content, with a slight smile on his lips. I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. But at the same time, I wondered what this meant for us. Were we now a couple? Or was this just a one-night stand?

Shaking off my thoughts, I stretched my arms and legs, feeling a satisfying ache in my muscles. It was then that I noticed Nate's t-shirt draped over the edge of the bed. I picked it up and held it to my nose, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne.

Closing my eyes, I let out a contented sigh. This was where I wanted to be, for now at least. I didn't know what the future held, but I was willing to enjoy the present moment and see where it took me.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt Nate starting to stir beside me. I turned my gaze back to him, watching as his eyes slowly blinked open. For a moment, he looked confused, but then a smile spread across his face as he saw me.

"Hey there," he said, his voice still husky with sleep.

"Good morning," I replied, unable to stop the smile that crept onto my face.

Nate stretched his arms and let out a contented sigh. "Last night was amazing," he said, turning to face me.

I nodded, feeling a rush of happiness at his words. "Yeah, it was."

For a few moments, we lay there in silence, just gazing at each other. Then, Nate leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I responded eagerly, deepening the kiss.

When we finally pulled away, Nate grinned at me. "I could get used to waking up like this," he said.

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "Me too."

We lay there for a few more minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Then, Nate got up and stretched again, heading to the bathroom.

As I lay there, listening to the sounds of the shower running, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Maybe we didn't know what the future held, but for now, I was happy to be with Nate.

I reached for my phone and my heart dropped down my throat. I could feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest, clouding my brain.

Panic set in, and I sat up abruptly. "Oh no, I should have been home," I muttered to myself.

Nate, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at me quizzically. "What's wrong?"

"I should have been home."

Nate's face fell. "Oh, I didn't realize," he said.

"I'm so screwed," I said, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

Nate put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Just explain that you were working and crashed at a friend."

But I was already in full panic mode, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. My father knows I have no friends that I would ever sleep over with. And on top of that, I should always be at home in my own bed.

Without thinking, I scrambled out of bed and started getting dressed in a frenzy. "I have to go home now," I said, my voice shaking.

Nate tried to stop me, but I was already out the door, running down the street in my dishevelled clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could barely breathe as I raced to reach my house.