Song of the chapter: Sugar - Maroon 5

I clutched him close to my body, taking in his delicious smell, his arms encircling my waist. He rested his chin on top of my head and I felt him smiling.

"You should go out with Rae more often," he said finally.

"Why?" I asked, curious.

"Because she makes you wear your own clothes for a change. I'm running out of clothes because of you." I punched his chest although I knew he was right.

He grabbed my behind and pulled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our noses were touching, his eyes flirting with mine.

"But that's what you signed up for. You dating me in exchange of free clothes worn by Your Royal Awesomeness. It's a fair trade, dude," I said with a smirk. He grinned at my compliment, running his finger down my cheek.

"You forgot the part where I have to be semi-naked because I have nothing to wear."

I winked playfully at him. "I like us better when we're naked." He laughed and cupped my face, kissing my lips lightly. He whispered "Me too" against them inbetween breaths, prompting the all-so-special sensation.

Suddenly, I heard my name being called by Rae, seemingly looking for me. Argh! You're so gonna pay Rae, I exclaimed inwardly.

Mitchell slowly put me down, mouthing a sweet apology and he kissed my forehead. "Later, okay?" I nodded my reply. Playing the part of an adorable flirt with eyes set only for one Eoin, I made my way back to where everyone had gathered.

The man of the hour was chatting with a few girls who were flirting with him, unashamed. The innocent lad he appeared to be, he was obviously clueless: his body language was simply platonic.

His eyes darted towards me and he smiled his corner to corner grin showing off his perfect pearly whites; he politely apologised to the girls hanging off of him and briskly walked up to me.

"I think they liked you."

He looked back at the now scowling blondes, their eyes displaying their annoyance at Eoin's brushing them off for someone like me. I saw the blush creeping onto his pale cheeks, followed by a giggle as he ran his fingers through his long hair. "I was just trying to kill time, waiting for you."

Oh no.

"Really? Why?"

"I was going to ask you out," he revealed, looking down at his boots.

NO!

"Um... that's really sweet," I began.

"That's what I was hoping for -"

"...but Eoin, I don't live here," I finished. Technically I don't live in America either. I'm just here for school, I muttered under my breath.

His eyes became dark with rejection and I felt terrible for turning him down. "I totally understand."

I squeezed his hand and offered a solution to both our dilemmas. "How about you just get me a drink and we talk?"

And talk we did. He told me about living in Ireland, boarding school in England, his eccentric parents and his sister who was apparently engaged to some Scandinavian royal. I told him about my family, living in France and explained how I ended up in Chicago.

We laughed, flirted and had a great night which ended with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug.

"Come back to me soon," he whispered into my ear, tickling my spine. I blushed a little at his forwardness, which didn't hurt at all. I waved him a friendly goodbye, leaving with everyone else in my small group.

Fortunately, Mitch was occupied for the entire night, explaining why there weren't any hysterics when I was chatting up Eoin. Also, with Rae a few feet away for the whole night I had to soak it up and flirt my ass off. And Eoin being the gentleman he is, he was very sweet and treated me with the utmost respect - he did not try anything with me.

I got back to my room an hour after midnight, quickly wriggling out of my dress and my boots down to my underwear. I planned on taking a bath; I was running myself one when I heard a soft knock on the door. Mitchell stood behind it, still wearing his clothes from earlier.

"I said later, remember? And look at you patiently awaiting me already dressed the part," he grinned, throwing me over his shoulder.

I shrieked, hitting his large arms and kicking my legs to get him to put me down. He threw me onto the bed and climbed onto me, his eyes gloomy with passion. He removed his top and proceeded to suck on my bottom lip with his teeth, turning me on instantaneously.

I felt him on top of me, big and hard, pressing against my stomach.

"Let me make love to you, Zoe?" he asked, his eyes beseeching mine. Because he didn't need to anything to make me want him, he always knew how and when exactly to use it against me. I nodded my head, my lips incapable of making any sounds.

In the distance, the tap dripped into the tub; that could wait.

I spent the night tangled underneath his body, legs intertwined and bodies moving skilfully in unison, till the dawn light filtered through the gaps in the thick curtains.

I was brought to the brink of insanity once, twice, several times, as I allowed my hunk to love me.

"Thank you for choosing me," I panted eventually, having been rendered speechless by a little pain and our mind-numbingly beautiful connection.

Love never felt so good.