I cried into my pillow until I heard the door creak. I saw Aiden standing in the doorway.

I wiped my tears away, "What do you want?" I said, my voice raspy and weak.

He slipped under the covers and hugged me. I snuggled up to his chest and tucked my head in his neck.

"Why'd you run off, Calli? You don't like the nickname anymore? I can stop using it if you'd like." He suggested.

I sighed. "It's not that."

"Then what is?"

"What are we doing? This is something couples' do." I avoided the question.

"So? This just means we're comfortable with each other."

"What if one of your girlfriends ever see or found out about this?"

"Screw them."

"You already do that." I said snidely.

"Someone's jealous." He said quite amusedly.

"Just stop doing this." I said seriously. I pushed myself off of him and sat in the corner of my bed, making sure I didn't touch him in any way possible. I felt cold with him, but I needed to get away.

"Why?"

"Because this is wrong. Couples' do these things. They kiss each other on the forehead. They hold onto each other's waist. They call each other pet names. They share the same bed." I listed the reasons why. "We shouldn't do this. We aren't a 'we' anymore." I was on the verge of crying, I was about to lose myself.

"And why should that matter?" He asked angrily.

"Because I still love you!" I spat back. I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. I cried in front of him. "And you have sex with other women. I get it, you've moved on."

I cried in my hands silently. I looked back up to see him in complete shock.

"That why I can't do this." I continued silently, not caring if he heard. "I can't keep pretending that I don't feel anything when you do these things. It hurts ignoring it and it hurts even more that you don't feel the same way."

I crouched my legs up to my chest and hid there. I didn't want to see him, I wanted to be invisible, to just go away.

I felt him grab me to his chest. He pulled my face and he just stared at me. I felt his hands caressing my cheek softly, his breath made me dizzy, but a good kind. I heard his breathing become ragged. His nose touched mine, rubbing them together. His lips ghosted on my forehead, cheeks, nose and chin. His fingers trailed on my lips and I could feel myself about to give in to this sweet, sweet pleasure.

My heart kept beating erratically that I thought it was going to jump out. This was pure torture. He was probably doing this to make me feel better.

Then I felt it. His lips barely touched mine and I froze. I wanted more but it would damage my poor heart even more. I took the risk and kissed him. I lingered for a second before he responded back. My hands immediately went up to his neck and I brought him down closer towards me. I held onto his hair tightly, never wanting to let go. I felt his tongue lick my lips, begging for entry. I slowly opened my mouth, and I was overwhelmed. His tongue swept through my wet cavern, I thought I died and went to heaven.

Realizing this, I pushed myself off of him. His hair was all messy especially since I kept playing with it, his eyes were darker than usual, and his lips looked even more delicious.

"Why? Why?!" I asked. "I told you that it hurt knowing that you moved on! Why did you kiss me?"

I felt his hands grab my face again. He looked at me straight in the eyes. I felt so vulnerable yet completely safe. I could feel myself cry again for being put in this position.

"Because I love you, too." He said softly. "I never stopped but I thought you did. I went out with all those girls so I could forget about you, but its so hard.

I live with you, I see you every day. When you go to work, when you go out with your friends, when you look gorgeous for the dates you go out on. I always wished that I was the person you would come home to after a long day at work, the person you were getting ready for when you went out with your friends and those other guys."

"Really? I thought it was so you could just get laid." I said sarcastically.

"At first, yes." I slapped the back of his head. "Ow. But seeing you in your PJ's was so much better than seeing them in a dress. After I realized that, I knew I never got over you. I always thought I was making love to you when I was with them. It was the only way I could get through it."

"I'm so sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry that I left. I know I don't deserve you but you are the one for me, Callia."

I grabbed his hands from my face and pulled them down to my heart.

"You feel that?" He nodded. "That poor heart has been hurt and bruised. I wonder how it still works." I said sadly. Aiden looked like he was about to cry.

"But its always been yours. You stole it right from under me. You snatched it up. Sure, there are some scratches on it, but it can always heal. If you promise to always be there for me." I smiled.

"I, Aiden Cruz, promise to never leave you again. I promise to be there for you." He said, his hands never leaving my heart.

"You better." I kissed him again, without hesitation and with fervor. He moaned into the kiss. He wanted to go further but I stopped him.

"As much as I would like to have make-up sex with you, you have to end all ties with your bim— I mean girlfriends!" I added.

He laughed. I love that laugh.

"Ok. I'll call them tomorrow. Does that mean I can't sleep in the bed, then?" He asked, pulling the puppy dog face. Of course, I couldn't say no to that.

"Of course not. Just make sure your hands don't wander." I warned.

"Yes, Calli buns. Anything to make you happy." He kissed me again.

"Aiden?"

"Yes?"

I looked into his eyes. I felt warm and comfortable under his gaze. I felt special again.

"I love you, so much." I meant every word.

He caressed my face with one hand and played with my hair with the other.

"I love you, too." I knew he meant every word.

I had my love back and I would never let go.