It was probably Monica. She should have been back from the Chapmans’ by now. She was probably coming by to give me all the details of what Christmas Eve day was like with Trey's family.

I tossed aside my blanket and trudged to the front foyer. But it wasn't Monica at all. Standing in his NorthFace jacket with snow atop his brown hair was John and my heart was in my throat.

“I-I-I wasn’t expecting you,” I stuttered. I could barely form any words. I was scared that we wouldn’t talk before we returned to school. I thought I’d have more time to think of what to say. But now he was standing there, looking every bit of sexy as always, but with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“And I think that’s my cue to leave.” Valerie grabbed her coat from the rack and slid it on. “I’m just going for a drive. A long drive. And I’ll make sure to knock. A lot. Before I come home.” She raised her eyebrows, giving me a sly smile before she walked out the front door, closing it tightly behind her.

“That’s why I’m here, Red.” He took a step closer, rubbing the back of his neck. “After talking to you last night, I couldn’t sleep. I needed to talk to you. See you. I wanted to leave as soon as we got off the phone, but thought better of it. So I waited until this morning.”

How did you find out where I lived?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Monica.”

“Guess that makes sense.” I stared at my feet, tracing a small circle on the entryway tile with my foot.

“So, can we talk?”

I looked up, meeting his eyes. He definitely wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t sleep. The bags under his eyes were evident. “Yeah. We can talk.” I pointed to the closet. “You can hang up your coat in there and come in the living room.”

“Okay.” He unzipped his coat and shrugged it off before hanging it in the closet. He kept his eyes on me the entire time as if he’d blink and I’d be gone.

“Living room is this way.” I took small steps backward and he followed behind. I grabbed the remote and paused the movie, right at a scene in which the male lead had the woman in an embrace, their lips only inches apart.

“What are you watching?” He glanced at the screen, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Some old Christmas movie. Valerie loves these things.”

“Oh.” He traced a small circle in the carpet with his foot. I’d never seen John nervous. He had always been so sure of himself. This was a side of him that I’d never seen. His vulnerable side. It made me want to wrap my arms around him, breathe him in and make it better.

“So...what do you want to talk about?”

He took a few steps closer until we were toe-to-toe. “I thought a lot about this on the way over. It probably sounded a lot better in my head, but I’m going to try.”

“Okay...”

He cupped my face in his hands. His eyes were so blue they could have lit up any night sky. “I love you, Melanie Wilder. I love you so fucking much that I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I should have realized it a long time ago. It’s why I didn’t sleep with you that night. I wanted you to remember it. I wanted to savor every moment with you and not worry about anything but how you feel against me.”

My knees felt like they were about to give out and I was glad he was holding me. He did love me. He loved me just as much as I loved him. The foul-mouthed fraternity guy. The vulnerable man. All of him was mine. I did the only thing there was left to do. “I love you too, John.” I leaned forward, unable to keep the smile off my face. “You’re the most amazing person. I thought I was so broken. That because of my cancer my world was going to fall apart.” I took his hand, lacing our fingers together. “Then you showed me that I wasn’t broken, just bent. You fixed me.”

He shook his head slowly, tracing his thumb along my palm. “You’re the one that fixed me. Before you I was the misunderstood bull. The guy that people thought just wanted to fuck or fight and you saw past that. You showed me that I could be something more.”

He grinned and pulled back slightly, digging through his pocket before he pulled out a small, gray box. “But I hope that you still want this. I didn’t know what I’d do if you wouldn’t have talked to me. If you would have just told me to leave.”

I raised an eyebrow but took the box from his hand and opened it. Inside was a necklace with a bronze heart charm. The words ‘The Only One’ were stamped on it.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know. It’s kind of cheesy, but my sister-in-law makes this hand stamped jewelry shit and I saw this heart design and thought it was perfect for you. I even picked out the words and she gave me a hard time about it. If you think it’s stupid, I’ll take it back.”

He wasn’t the bull at all. The guy who I didn’t think of as more than a quick lay when I met him, turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. He thought about me when I wasn’t around and even came up with a very special Christmas gift. I felt the tears welling in my eyes. For once they were happy tears. “I don’t think it’s stupid at all.” I looked up from the necklace to meet his gaze. “I’ll still be your only one if you want me.”

John took the box from me, placing it on the table next to the couch. He grinned, leaning in so that his breath was on my lips. “Red, there is never going to be another one.”

He kissed me with such force that it took my breath away. His tongue found mine and he rolled it against my mouth. His smile was evident with each kiss. His lips trailed to my ear as he whispered, “I love you. I can’t believe I finally said it. God, I love you.”

I raked my fingers through his hair and his hands trailed from my face down to my butt, grasping it tightly. I ran my fingers over the top of his thin t-shirt and could feel the hard contours of his chest.

“Here, lemme help you with that,” he whispered and pulled his lips away long enough to peel his shirt off.

I traced my fingers along his bull tattoo. “Do I get to be the matador? I promise I won’t distract you.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’ve always been the matador. You always will be.”

I grinned, grabbing his wrists and walking him backward toward the hallway.

“You don’t have some random sex room that you’re taking me to, do you?”

I kept my face neutral as I pulled him by the belt loops to my bedroom, quickly throwing the door open and pulling him through.

“Ah, the bedroom.” He grinned.

I shut the door behind him and then put my hands back on his chest, running my fingers along his tattoos and down his abs.

“Don’t tease me. I don’t think I can take it.”

A small smile crossed my face as I pushed him forward until he was at the futon. He took my hands and tried to pull me down with him.

I shook my head and stayed in a standing position. I ripped off my shirt, tossing it on the ground before I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I rocked my pelvis up to his groin, feeling the ever growing bulge in his pants. “Just taking charge,” I whispered into his lips before running my tongue along them.

He grinned and then his fingers made tiny circles on my back as his tongue found mine again. “God that’s hot.” He reached one of his hands up and unhooked my bra with such ease I wondered how many times he’d done that. I shrugged it off my shoulders and he broke our kiss, moving his lips down to my neck and then stripping off my bra.

I sucked in a breath as the air hit my breasts and moaned when he put his hands on them. His fingers drew small circles on my nipples, building my body up to eruption.

He pulled his lips from mine, smiling. “I think I owe you something.” He flipped me on to my back, hovering over me while his fingers made quick work of unzipping and unbuttoning my jeans, stripping them off of me and throwing them to the floor so I was left in just my panties. Thank God I was wearing a silk pair instead of granny panties.

He moved his lips to the waistband, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin right above it before lowering my panties down my thighs with his teeth . I sucked in a deep breath, my body warming from his touch.

“You-you-you don’t have to do this,” I stammered, but even as I said the words I didn’t believe them.

John sat up and tugged my panties off, his thumb running along my inner thighs. “I want to do this for you, baby.”

He moved his thumb to my clit, drawing small circles over it, and I forgot all about trying to protest as a low moan escaped my lips.

“I’m not going to stop here baby, so don’t come yet.” He bent down, his thumb still circling as he kissed a line from my belly button down to my clit. I thought his tongue might replace his thumb, but instead it went lower, twirling inside of me while his finger ran circles along my clit. His mouth picked up the pace, his stubble tickling my inner thighs. I gripped his hair to keep my body steady with each mind-blowing flick of his tongue. I felt him groan against me and that was all I needed to erupt, my toes curling and my body shaking in its wake.

He pulled back, shifting his hands to the side of my body as he hovered over me. “I love it when you come undone for me.”

He leaned in and kissed me. I wanted to object to opening my mouth and tasting myself on him, but when his tongue ran along my bottom lip, I couldn’t protest.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done,” I said breathlessly as I moved my hands to the waistband of his jeans.

“You don’t need to return the favor.”

I shook my head and unzipped his pants, grabbing his rock hardness in my hands. “I want you inside of me.”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Are you sure? Because once we start I won’t stop and if after your surgery and all that you’re still sore—”

I cut him off by leaning in and biting his bottom lip. “I want you in me, Jonathan Walden.” I yanked his pants and boxers down until they were at his feet and he kicked them off.

“I love this take charge girl.” He grinned, but then his face fell when he reached into his pocket.

“What’s wrong?” I propped up on my elbows. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No...um...I didn’t exactly think we’d be doing this so I didn’t bring any protection.”

I smiled slowly and reached over to my purse on the nightstand. I fished around for the condoms that I’d grabbed at Student Health Services the day I planned on getting birth control.

“What the hell? Where did you get all of those?” His eyes widened.

“Better safe than sorry. And I plan on being safe. A lot.”

The grin returned to his lips as I ripped open the foil packet and rolled it on him like my life depended on it.

“I love you, Melanie.” He spread my legs, putting his hands on my waist as he slowly inched inside of me. I gasped, feeling his fullness with each ridge sending a new wave of pleasure and pain through me. He stilled inside of me, as if relishing the moment. Then he thrusted deeper inside of me, rocking his hips against mine like he did on the dance floor. But this was even more mind blowing, every part of my body tingling with pleasure from his touch.

With each movement, I felt like an invisible wall was being taken down. I was finally able to let go. I didn’t think about cancer or measuring up. He rubbed his thumb in circles on my clit while he continued rocking inside of me. I came around him over and over, finally letting go. I was glad Valerie wasn’t home because it was hard to keep quiet with the way my body responded to his.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me come if you keep going like that,” he said breathlessly.

I grabbed onto his hair, tugging it forcefully. “I wanna make you let go. Let me drive.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and inched him backward until he was in a sitting position with me on top, facing him. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and pushed him deeper inside of me.

His eyes widened and he moaned into my lips. “Oh, fuck, baby.”

We moved in unison, slowly and then faster. His fingers gripped onto my ass. “Let go for me, John.”

With that I felt him shudder inside of me, a low groan escaping his lips before he laid his head on my chest, his movements coming to a complete stop.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said between breaths.

“You are, John.” I kissed his temple. “But as much as I’d love to stay here, naked with you, we should probably get our clothes on so my sister doesn’t come home and find us like this.”

I climbed off of him, feeling almost as good getting out as he did coming in. I slowly sat up, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure, but knew I had to get some clothes on. Once we were both dressed and he discarded the condom in the trash, I lead him out into the living room.