Song of the chapter: Sex and Candy -  Maroon 5

I was so psyched for our trip. Not only was I going to Ibiza for the first time ever, it was a group vacation which I loved so very much and I was going to see my boyfriend again.

Being apart from the reason of your happy life is the hardest thing anyone can ever experience. Random outbursts of tears were a regular occurrence as well as being on edge for most days.

That's why when Mitchell called me the night before our early morning flight to Spain, I was breathing a little easier.

"Babe?"

"Hi, Mitchell. God, I miss you so much!" I exhaled, my heart skipping a beat as I heard voice.

"I can't do this any more. I'm in physical pain from my groin upwards. I have the worst headache because I've been so sad, Z," he told. I could hear pain in his voice and my heart sunk.

"Hey, please don't do that? I'm gonna cry if you start crying."

"I miss you so much though. I wish you'd come with me."

"That's not a possibility right now. People will figure it out," I reminded him with a sigh.

"I don't give a fuck about people finding out. It's about time they did." My throat closed up - I was unable to breath. Did he...? Was he...? Did this mean we...?

"I want everyone to know how much you mean to me and I'm ready to tell them that you're the one I'm working so goddamn hard for. I love you, Zoe Moy," he proclaimed.

Dig my grave, why don't you? I slid off the bed in Ty's guest bedroom, happy tears flooding my cheeks.

Incapable to respond, I sent him a picture of my figure sitting on the floor crying my eyes out, the dopiest grin on my face. He replied with a picture of himself standing outside what looked like a restaurant, his nervous grin plastered on his face.

Love made us the happiest idiots gracing the earth with our beautiful and special presence as a unit, hand in hand and in sync for all eternity.

"And before I forget, I want you so bad I'm gonna die if I don't make love to you. I'm going to blow your mind and amazing petite body. Just thought you oughta be prepared," he added silkily, turning my insides into jelly before saying his goodbyes.

Being with him was always a mind-blowing experience. He ought to know that by now. I remembered what that fan from the ice-cream parlour compared him to, a "sex god with a killer guitar." If only she knew how accurate she was.