With all the tears and heartache I have been through in the past four months I never thought for a single second that this would be the case. I shouldn't be here; he shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be feeling this, he shouldn't be doing this. But yet here I am in his bathroom sitting on his counter while he cleans my wounds.

"Ow watch it," I growled pushing his hand away.

"Would you stop moving!"

"Well maybe if you would you stop being an asshole I would stop." His hand holding the cotton bud stopped and he looked at me with eyes glaring.

"What?" He rolled his eyes and continued his torture, but it wasn't long before I jerked again. "Ow, that shit hurts."

He threw the ointment and cotton buds down. "FINE! You do it then."

"Fine, I will! I can do it better anyway." He rolled his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn." I rolled my eyes ignoring his annoying smirk. "Me being right is not being stubborn. It is just being smarter than you." He clicked his jaw and started rubbing the healing ointment on my jaw again.

"What happened to you anyway?" He asked with a frown. "Stuff." He rolled his eyes. "Try to be more specific, darling." I narrowed my eyes and clicked my tongue. Just because I told him about my feelings for him doesn't mean I am going to start telling him every little detail about me.

"How about you tell me what you were doing tonight?" His jaw tightened and he looked deep in thought.

"I had a client who wanted his father dead. I only did provided the information of what I was told to do." I raised my eyebrows surprised that he was honest. "Your turn now princess." He smirked.

"Let's just say my boss sent me a warning for something I hadn't done yet." His hands stopped and he looked at me intensely letting his eye darken as they dilate.

"What did your boss want you to do?" He asked and suddenly the room around as fell deathly silent. The air was so toxic that I nearly found it impossible to breathe.

"He wanted me to kill you."

I don't know what reaction I was expecting but he only just hummed and continued his treatment while being deep in thought.

"What about you? Did your boss want you to kill me?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't have a boss I am my own boss. Only I can decide what I do and who I kill. And no princess, no one told me to kill you. I wanted too?" So many questions started burning inside of me that I only had to ask.

"And do you still?"

"What?" He says looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "Do you still want to kill me?"

He looked deeply into my eyes not bothering to me his hand from my jaw. "I-." His thumb caressed my jaw as I searched his perfect blue eyes for answers.

"I could ask you the same question. Do you want to kill me, princess?" The question fell through my brain as an unanswerable question. I now think that I am unable emotionally and physically to be able to kill him. But does that mean that I didn't want to kill him? It was a tough war for my family and heart. But the hardest part of the question was trying to understand who I loved more and who was more important. Him or them?

Seeing that I couldn't either answer the question he sighed deeply. It was by far the hardest and weirdest love story ever. Two hearts falling for each other but both not sure if they want to kill one another.

"Did the bastard who hurt you, injure you anywhere else?" Blaze asked clicking his jaw as he scanned my body for more injuries. I was about to dismiss him because I know I can treat my own ribs but the gash on his neck caught my attention.

"what's that?" He looked confused but widened his eyes in realisation when I grabbed his neck forcing him to bend down to my level. "What was it?" He smacked his lips together averting his eyes.

"A knife. Mr Sampson also had a good arm and aim."

"Wait! You got to kill Mr Sampson" Jealously swam in me as I glared. "Yes, princess maybe if you were as good as me you could have got him." I rolled my eyes then turned my attention to the ugly gash.

I had to suppress myself from giggling at the memory of me throwing a knife at Blaze. Except mine actually stabbed him.

He narrowed his eyes, but I quickly sat up and pushed him down onto the counter where I was previously sitting.

"My turn now Champ!" I smirked as he groaned. His glares and growls are made to scare everyone in the room. But his attempts are useless against me. "Do you even know how to fix a wound?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, sherlock it may come as a surprise to you. But I have grown up the same life as you have been living in. Not to mention I have 3 brothers." He clicked his tongue and let go of my hand letting me tend to his gash.

Even though I was meant to be concentrating on his gash I couldn't help but take up the opportunity to admire the beauty in front of me. his perfectly shaped jawline and light stable brought butterflies but the way how he looked at me with his gorgeous eyes. He made me feel something I had never felt before.

"Your beautiful." I hadn't realised that my hands had stopped applying the ointment until he tucked a hair behind my ear. His words brought bright red flushes to my cheeks. Making me feel like Olivia and how she acted at the party. "But even more so when you are a tomato." He grinned flashing his perfectly white and shaped teeth.

"I wish I could say the same about you. But not everyone can be as beautiful as me." I teased making him chuckle.

The tension around us erased as we lost ourselves in each other. No other lives at this moment mattered only his. "This isn't possible." He muttered while cupping my face in his hands. His eyes were just as lost in mine as I was lost in his.

"I know..."

His lips slowly connected with mine in no suspense. My beating heart didn't ease once the only comfort I managed to withhold was from the arms he had around me.

In every moment we were touching, holding each other, being with each other. It was like crazy starvation what was finally getting cured with food. But the twist to it was that the hunger was never succeeded.

The hunger always lingered.

His hands wrapped around me as he carried me to his room. "is kissing you hurting you." He asked me with worry. As much as he didn't want to admit it but he was craving this just as much as I have.

"Just shut up and kiss me, you idiot."

Every touch and kiss are like a beautiful melody being played. Everywhere he touched, everywhere I touched, is like a thousand fireworks being thrown. The desire we had for each other was enough to make the most powerful source in the world. We didn't need time; we didn't need words to fall in love with each other we only needed our hearts to see each other.

It may be biased or wrong to say but our love was stronger than any love in this world. Although it was wrong on many levels our hearts made peace with it and nothing had ever felt better.

"We don't need to do this." He whispered as he pressed his soft kisses up my collarbone. I smiled softly at him making sure to capture every moment and every word. "No, I want to... that's if you want too."

"You don't have to ask me, princess, if I want this, because trust me I do..." The way he looked at me erased all self-insecurities. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman on this planet. I couldn't think of another person in the world who I would rather be with.

So I did what I have been waiting for all this time and what's he been waiting for we gave each other ourselves completely.

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The next morning was the most beautiful morning I had ever woken up too. "Morning princess." He whispered huskily stretching his arms.

"Morning." He smiled softly and kissed ever so delicately. "How did you sleep?" He moved my head so I can lay on his muscled chest and hummed softly. "It was the best sleep I have ever had. Although I do admit I would have rather us do more of the other activity." I pushed his shoulder slight causing him to chuckle.

"you can fix yourself up, idiot! The only thing I intend on doing today and probably for the rest of the week is sleeping, resting and eating." He groaned softly while chuckling to himself. I smiled to myself and turned around so I could rest my bare chest on his.

"Well, I haven't yet asked how your sleep was princess?" He smiled while brushing his thick raven hair with his fingers. "Never been better. I actually managed to sleep for once." I smiled chuckling to myself while shaking my head.

"Ahh, I have to get up and get ready soon... Jace will be worried otherwise and my family is expecting me to come back from Olivia's place." Blaze shook his head with disbelief.

"What?" I ask him. "It's just ironical how easy we all lie..." I look down at my fingers feeling my chest tighten. Is this how he treally sees me?

"But hey!" He quickly caught my chin making me look at him. "I get... I would do the same. I may not know why you're doing this or what you are doing. But I know you're doing this to save your family. It is one of the things I respect about you." I kissed his hand and caressed not being able to hide how happy I am.

"How about round five-." I was about to ask Blaze while wiggling my eyebrows but suddenly a loud screechy voice was made breaking our perfect moment.

"WAKEY WAKEY EGES AND FUCKING BAKEY!"

a/n: hey guys i decided to up date two days in a row as treat because of how long it has taken me. I hope you liked this chapter, It was fun to write! See you guys next time!

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