She studies me a bit more, brows furrowing like a sculptor, molding her lump of mushy and unappealing clay into something spectacular. She draws her thumbs up to my face and traces over my brow, sliding along the natural and soft groove of my eyebrow. I hold my breath while she traces over my nose and then down over my lips. I feel them part and she continues, rounding over my chin and down my neck.

?You?re beautiful.? She says hoarsely and tears sting my eyes, she?s so genuine, but I won?t cry in front of her. Not again.

?You?re magnificent.? I reply, hands moving up to her shoulders, pulling her down on top of me.

I want to melt with her like we did last night, but instead I just kiss her hard, realizing I quite possibly could be bruising her lips. I stop, collect myself and grin wryly up at her. She smirks in response before finding that spot on my neck, the one just under my earlobe that makes my toes curl. She?s lavishing attention to it and it?s all I can do to keep from screaming. Her hands are in my hair and she?s bunching them, like she?s trying to devour me. It?s desperately ***** and I?m desperately in tune to her, arching my back up unconsciously.

I know this road and where it?s heading and I brace myself for the ride ahead. My hands slip down to her bony hips and I grip them while she straddles my stomach, enveloping me in such warmth I can?t help but shudder at the drastic change in temperature. Her fingers ignite me and I?m fighting for breath, gasping her name out again and again. I wonder then what we look like right now, colliding in the way that we are. I can imagine it?s extremely *****; anything is with Shane in the mix. My head tips back and my raw throat pushes her name out before my body collapses in a heap of stinging lungs and sweating limbs.

When I finally get the chance to breathe normally again I notice Shane is still curled on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. I sift my fingers through her hair, gently tugging with my actions. She gives a low rumbling sound from somewhere deep in her diaphragm and I crane my neck to hear what she?s saying.

?Hmm?? I ask quietly, contentedly.

?I love you.? She says, just like the first time, and once again, we?re molten rock, melting through each other?s hearts with breakneck speed.

?Shane?? I whisper through a giggle.

?Yeah??

?I love you, too.?

And I?ve never said a truer thing in my entire twenty-four years of life.