"I don't like this idea Bay" Issac says, reluctant to my proposition.

"Pleaseee. It would make me feel better." I give him puppy dog eyes and I jut out my bottom lip.

He looks at me with reluctance running in his eyes, but in the end, he says yes. I start squealing and jumping around as I make my way to my makeup bin. I pick up every single piece of makeup I own and skip back to Issac who is sat on my bed.

"Do anything crazy and I will stop buying you Chipotle for the rest of the year." He threatens.

"We both know you love me too much to take away my burritos." I say and open up my makeup palette and I use my brush and start brushing along his cheeks. I try to hold in my snorts of laughter, but looking at Issac all glittery like this is killing me. As I brush some makeup on his eyelids, his eyes never leave mine and I nearly forget what I am doing. I stop brushing and I just focus on his eyes. His grey eyes have a small silver twinkle in them and I find myself being fascinated at the combination of grey and silver in his eyes.

He has a girlfriend Bay.

I break eye contact and continue applying the makeup on his face.

15 minutes of poking and prodding later....

"I am done. I am quite proud of my work." I say with a full toothed smile. I bring my mirror up to his face so he can look at himself.

Issac growls at his reflection in the mirror. "Pass me a Kleenex so I can wipe this crap off."

"Uh no. We are taking a picture of this monumental moment in history" I say and grab my phone and crawl over to Issac. I go behind him and get a little on my tippy toes so I look taller than him. I can't contain my chortles of laughter even with Issac's glares.

I hold the phone out in front of us and I rest my hand in Issac's soft hair. Before I take the photo, I say, "Say cheese" I ruffle Issac's perfect hair and take the photo with a big smile on my face. I look at the photo and I can't help the butterflies that erupt in my stomach. Issac has a cute pout on his face while I am smiling like an idiot.

"I look absolutely ridiculous. " He mumbles as he uses a makeup wipe to wipe the makeup off his face.

"Oh shut up" I say and grab my nail polish and uncap it. "Ready to do your nails?" I ask with a smirk on my face. He has just finished wiping off all the makeup and his face looks fresh and new again.

"Bay Valeria Stewart, you have lost your mind" He says and tries to take the nail polish out my hand, but I keep moving it farther and farther away from him and he swiftly tries to grab the bottle from me, but instead it accidentally knocks out my hand. I quickly spin around to find where my precious bottle of lavender nail polish went.

My face falls when I look at my lavender polish gushing out the bottle and onto my personal biochemistry book that I bought myself. That was 300 dollars. My jaw drops as I stare at the horrific scene before me. I scramble to get out the bed and I pick up the nail polish off the book and take a napkin from of the table and start trying wiping off the nail polish, but it has already dried.

I turn back to Issac anger filling me. "Do you know what you just did! That spilled over my 300 dollar textbook!" I stomp over to him and slap him on his arm.

You know what the bastard does?

Laughs.

An animalistic growl erupts from me and I pounce on Issac throwing punches at him. He holds his hand and dodges the punches. One punch lands him flat on the bed and I straddle him and start punching him, slapping him, and pinching him. I loved that book. That was a book that was required to use for class at UPenn. Getting it now puts me ahead of the game.

"I needed that textbook for UPenn, you asshole. I will beat your ass for this." I continue throwing punches while Issac is in a fit of laughter.

"Bay stop!" Issac gets out through his laughter.

"I am not laughing Issac Evans." I throw a punch and it successfully lands on his cheek. It doesn't even faze him. He still has that stupid smirk on his face.

I pull my arm back and push it forward to make contact with him, but in a swift movement, he grabs my wrist. I use my other hand to try to make a punch to his shoulder, but he is too fast. He catches my next wrist and holds both of my hands behind my back with one hand.

"That was fun." He says with a smirk on his face.

"You destroyed my textbook!" I yell and struggle to get out his hold. I try to pull my hands out his strong grip but he just holds it tighter behind my back, causing my back to arch more and more. I use my knees and try to kick him in his rib and I get a few good hits until he suddenly flips us around so I am no longer on top of him, but instead laying on the bed. He is now hovering over me, pinning my hands above my head with one arm and my legs are trapped between his.

"You are quite violent Bay Stewart."

"Tell me something I don't know."

He rolls his eyes and says, "Sorry about your textbook. I will buy it back."

"No don't do that. I can buy it back myself."

"Bay, i insist."

"And I insist on you letting me go." I struggle against his grip on me. Issac looks at me with an amused look on his face and something else in his eyes that I cannot figure out. Issac slowly brings his face closer to me and I look into his darker than usual grey eyes. His eyes flicker to my lips and i absentmindedly lick my lips. Issac looks at the small action and his eyes turn almost black. His face comes closer and his soft breath fans across my face.

He has a girlfriend who is a good person, my voice of reason says.

But right now, I am knocking reason out the door, all I can think about is how my body craves him. His fiery touch, his stormy eyes containing so much passion. The way his soft fingertips touch my skin sets a path of fire across my skin and starts wildfires throughout my body.

His thumb brushes lightly against my jaw and I lean into his light touch, feeling my body become relaxed.

Why does this feel so right, so meant to be?

His face inches closer, so close that our breaths mingle in the air between us and our lips are only 2 centimeters apart. My eyes flutter close and I wait for our lips to connect knowing fireworks will be set off and it will be like we were right under the Northern Lights again.

His lips brush against my ear sending shivers down my spine. He says, "I will never let you go." He whispers slowly and I have a feeling that he doesn't mean his grip on my wrists.

My eyes open and I meet Issac's grey storms and for some reason, I feel compelled to want to go right into Issac's storm. Usually people would run from a storm. I would've 3 months ago, but something whispering at me is telling me to walk right into the storm. His storm.

And I will do it.

Issac lets go of his grip on my wrists and he gets off of me and off the bed. He mutters something about needing to go to the bathroom and then walks off and into my bathroom and he closes the door shut behind him. I lay on the bed struggling to catch my breath and my accelerated heartbeat.

What was that? Like honestly. I actually thought he was going to kiss me , but that didn't happen. Matter of fact, what is wrong with me! I succumbed to my desires and not reason. He is dating someone and she is nice, kind, and beautiful and she doesn't deserve to get cheated on.

I need to keep my feelings, desires, and everything Issac in check because I can't complicate his relationship with Mackenzie and I won't be a homewrecker.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I am a complete asshole.

Pinning Bay down like that and touching her silky brown skin and watching her hazel eyes twinkle and become a little darker as she stares into my grey eyes. When she licked her soft, plump lips, I just wanted to kiss her right there and then and forget about the fact that I am dating someone. The physical connection between Bay and I has grown and it is getting harder everyday to ignore it.

Everything about her mesmerizes me. The way how her curly hair bounces when she moves, the way how she can tell you off in 15 words or less, the way how she can make it seem to everyone that she is this hardcore demon, but when it is just me and her, she can break down those walls and just be herself with me.

I have a girlfriend and she is great. She is considerate, loving, brave, kind-hearted, and more. And add beautiful to that list as well. She is a British beauty and I am gifted to have met her, but she is lacking one thing. She lacks fire. She lacks the element of surprise. The fire I see everyday in Bay's eyes is one of the things that pulls me to her. Makes me want more, crave for more. She is an addiction that I don't want to cure. As Shakieb Orgunwall says, "She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine." Bay Stewart has a fire in her eyes that I want to play with even if I get burned.

Right now, I am hiding out in the bathroom trying to calm my breathing and get rid of this untimely boner that is tightening my pants. I can't be feeling like this for another girl when I am with someone. Isn't that emotional cheating?

I have to go back now or else Bay will think I am taking a dump in her bathroom. I open the door to find Bay crouched down and scrolling through movies on Netflix.

"We could watch the Conjuring, that good?" she asks, not sparing me a glance.

"Yeah." I say and unzip my duffel and take out a pair of shorts and a tank top. I quickly change out my clothes and into the new ones before Bay turns around. When I finish, I turn around to find Bay turning off the lights. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top as well.

Don't look at her legs

Don't look at her plump chest.

Don't do it!, my voice of reason tells me and for once, I listen to it.

She walks over to the bed and crawls on it. I play the movie and I lay down on the bed next to her.

"You set an alarm?"

"Yeah" she says and yawns. She snuggles into my arm and I wrap my arm around her and pull her close.

How is it that her body fits better into mine than my own girlfriend's body does?

Why is my heart beating so fast? I think she can hear it. I would rather my heart beat fast than the blood rush down south.

"Are you hungry?" Bay murmurs.

"No, you?"

"No, I'm good." she mutters and yawns.

"How did the thing with your dad go?" I ask her already knowing she will fall sleep before we even get 10 minutes into the movie.

"I told him off. I told him how I felt and I gave him a list of special letters I had that I wrote that basically tells him how I felt, but that is a story for another time."

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah. I feel lighter, happier, like I don't have a heavy burden on my shoulders."

"I am happy that you are happy and that you opened up to me."

She hums and snuggles into me more resting her head on my chest.

"Thank you for everything Issac. For being so supportive and being the best person ever." she mumbles.

"I will always be here for you Bay. I promise."

"Don't go breaking that promise Issac."

I run my hands through her soft, curly hair hoping to try to put her bed quicker because she is exhausted and needs the sleep.

"Issac, can you make me another promise?" she says groggily.

"Anything."

"Don't break my heart." she says in a soft voice. Her words, so soft and delicate, float through the air, but these simple 4 words have so much heavy meaning. So much emotion. I have never felt like this before with someone. The feeling is almost overwhelming and I wish we were in different circumstances, specifically with me being single, but that's not the case. I have been dating Mackenzie for a few weeks now and she has never made me feel the way Bay has in one night and she never will and that's why I need to end things between Mackenzie and I because it is not fair to her that I have feelings, strong feelings for someone else while I am dating her. Mackenzie already feels insecure because of my strong bond with Bay.

A soft feather like kiss on my cheek snaps me out my thoughts and I look down at into Bay's hazel eyes. She moves her lips from my cheek and hands me a small smile before laying back down on my chest.

"Goodnight Issac."

"Goodnight beautiful" I respond. Her soft kiss has left tingles in its place and I keep replaying that moment in my head over and over again. The way her soft lips felt on my skin is a an indescribable feeling. As I look down at Bay who is already fallen asleep in my arms, I realize one thing, one scary thing that will seep into my dreams at night and torment me during the day.

I have fallen for Bay Stewart.

And there is no way I can hide my feelings for her anymore. And in truth, I don't want to.