Watching all those movies really made me tired. It felt nice to be next to Scott, snuggled in his shoulder and his arms wrapped around me. As I reached the room I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. On my notifications bar, a text message from Jason.

Why is Tyler coming over to our house looking for u? I thought he was in Wyoming!- big bro Shit, I was having so much fun here that I forgot about Tyler.

He moved to Montana, dumbass. Y was he looking for me? - Me

He said something about wanting to meet u for a talk or something- big bro.

U didn't tell him where I was, right? - Me

I don't even know where u r nor do i care but as long as ur safe. Did he see u today or something?-big bro

I hesitated to answer that question until I texted back yeah.

Does your boyfriend know?- big bro

No. its not a big deal anyway - Me

Then why all of a sudden he popped up here? Again not that i care, just curious- big bro

It's nothing. Good night- Me

Goodnight baby sis- big bro

Before putting my phone down, I noticed a message notification on my Facebook. Tyler's name on the screen, my stomach dropped. Immediately, I deleted his message not reading it. I placed my phone on the nightstand, letting out a heavy sigh as I started to pick my nails. Hearing the bedroom door open, Scott came in with a worried look on his face so I smiled. He sat next to me, placed a comforting arm on my shoulder I laid my head against his neck.

I liked how Scott was being patient with me. Maybe for tonight, I should give him a sneek peek. What he offered the first time when we were in bed. Lifting my head up, I traced my lips on his jawline softly. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, I pressed my lips onto his.

"You wanna go to sleep?" He asked in a whisper.

"For now, no." Kissing him with such passion, I pushed him on his back. As I began to grind against his junk, Scott reached under my shirt groping my breast. I let out a soft moan, tracing my lips on his neck, bringing our lips back together. Now he's on top, kissing him harder I writhed underneath him. A seductive demon had come over me and I didn't want to stop. He pressed his pelvis against mine. "Getting a little aggressive there, Curly," he stated against my lips, gripped on my hips.

"Curly?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't know your name before. I think it fits, considering your wavy hair," he said with a smirk. I giggled as he finger combed my hair.

"So is that my new nickname?"

"What do you think?"

"I like it better than princess," I said in my flirty voice. He kissed my nose and then leading to my neck, tickling it with his nose, I let out a laugh. "I really like you, Scotty," I confessed.

"I really like you, too." He kissed his lips softly, his tongue massaging mine, while not breaking our kiss, fingers tracing my stomach he unbuttoned my jeans. Pulling the zipper down, my thighs clenched. I didn't want to ruin our moment, I let him continue, the legs of my jeans slipped off with ease. Goosebumps formed on my skin, his hands reaching lower. He traced my inner thighs with his fingers. My breath became shallow; I made sure I inhaled deeply.

"Your heart is beating really fast, I can feel your pulse," he whispered.

"It is, huh?" I let out a shaky chuckle, placing a palm on my pounding chest.

"If you want me stop, I will."

"No, no. I'm just a bit, nervous."

"I'll take it slow," he assured me, kissing my chin softly. He pulled my underwear to the side. "Just say the word." Biting my bottom lip, anticipating as his index finger touched me. Slowly, I shut my eyes letting my entire body take over the shocking and airy sensation.  I had to hold my loud moans until it was over. Scott laid next to me, wrapping his arm over my neck. I giggled uncontrollably, hiding my face under my palms.

"Whenever I touch you, you're laughing," Scott told me, tracing his fingers on my collarbone.

"Sorry, I just, it was really... I've never had that before," I spoke in a breathy tone. I felt more relaxed than ever.

"An orgasm?"

"No." I placed my thigh over his, nuzzling into his chest.

"I told you I'll teach you things."

"Can you teach me one more?" I started undoing his jeans and I reached in. My fingers brushed the tip, I heard him gasp. I asked him if that was ok, he only nodded. Making a fist, I squeezed him. "Not like that, Curly." He jumped up.

"Sorry," I crinkled my forehead. He guided me the rest of way, I moved my hand in a up and down manner making sure not to apply too much pressure. I watched his face scrunch up, he grunted and moaned my name lowly.

"That's good or bad?" I asked in a worried tone.

"Maria, I need to teach you more." His voice sounded tired.

"It was good. Seriously. I have to change my boxers."

I laughed again, not knowing if I was embarrassed or proud.