doesn't even notice you got home so she was on her bed naked and half asleep

I mumbled something about needing a blanket as I felt your warmth. Then I realized it was you. I smiled into the pillow, cuddling closer to you.

I nuzzled my nose against his neck and breathed in his scent. "I missed you," I mumbled sleepily. "How was your night?" I didn't bother opening my eyes, too comfortable with the feel of him pressed against me.

I giggled softly and wrapped my arms tighter around his waist. "Just lazy," I replied with a yawn, still not opening my eyes. "You can take off your clothes if you want." His warmth was addicting and it felt so right being naked against him like this.

"Hmm?" My eyes fluttered open as he started touching me, my body responding instantly to his touch. "Are you sure? You're so cute all dressed up." I ran my hands over his chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath my fingertips.

I glanced down at where our bodies were pressed together, wanting to feel even closer. "We could just... you know..." I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you want." I kissed him softly on the lips, my tongue tracing his lower lip before slipping inside.

I blushed bright red at his question. "Um... make love?" I whispered, my eyes searching his face for any sign of what he was thinking. The desire in my voice made it clear what I meant, even if the words were still tentative.

His lips curved into a knowing smile as he nodded. "Okay," he murmured, moving one hand to cup my breast over my pajama top. His touch sent shivers through me and I arched into him instinctively."I've been thinking about this all night,"

The question was so unexpected that it took me a moment to respond. "Um... yes," I admitted quietly, my cheeks still flushed with color. I didn't know why he'd want to know, but I couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious about it.

He paused for a moment, his expression unreadable before he gave me a small smile and whispered, "Me too." It was as if he'd just taken away the last of my worries.

I shook my head, my curls tickling his chest as I moved against him. "No. Why?" I asked curiously, still not entirely sure why it mattered whether he was single or not.

He smiled down at me, his thumb tracing circles on my breast through the fabric of my pajamas. "Just making sure." He kissed me softly before leaning in to slip off my top, revealing my bra and breasts to him for the first time.

I looked into his eyes as he asked me this question, feeling a rush of emotions I couldn't quite explain. It was like he was asking for more than just my virginity or even my heart; he wanted everything. And in that moment, I knew I could give him that. "Yes," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible over our ragged breathing. "I'll be yours forever."

My hips jerked up from his touch and I moaned into his neck, my body desperate for more contact. "Oh god," I muttered, arching into him as he continued to tease me through my pajamas. He felt so good; it was like he knew exactly where to touch me to drive me wild.

With a growl of frustration, he reached down and yanked off his clothes, leaving us both naked and pressed against each other from chest to thigh.

The feel of his skin against mine was overwhelming in the best possible way. His hard length pushed against my core, demanding entry as he kissed me hungrily. I didn't know if it was the combination of exhaustion and desire that made me so willing to let him take control, but I found myself arching into him even more eagerly as he thrust his hips against me.

He growled low in his throat, apparently feeling just as out of control as I did.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear; it felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. With each thrust, he ground his hips against me, driving them both to the edge of sanity and beyond. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me still as he took what he wanted from me again and again.

Finally, with a hoarse cry that seemed to come from deep within him, he stilled above me, his face flushed and sweaty as he panted for air.

The thought of being this close to him without any protection sent a shiver down my spine, but it also made me want him even more. I nodded mutely in agreement as he thrust into me one last time before collapsing on top of me, their sweaty skin sliding against each other with every breath they took.

It was only then that the full weight of what we'd just done hit me: we'd made love for the first time, and it had been everything I could have hoped for and more.

"More," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist as he began to move inside me once more. The ache between my legs only seemed to heighten the pleasure; every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body and left me desperate for more. "Oh god, Abhi..."

He growled low in his throat, taking advantage of my surrender as he pounded into me with rough abandon. His skin was slick with sweat and mine was flushed from the heat they'd created between us.

"Please," I gasped out, my body arching up toward his as he took me roughly once more. "Please..." The words were garbled and barely intelligible, but they conveyed the depth of my need for him in that moment. He groaned low in his throat as if in understanding, his thrusts growing harder and deeper still.

And then, with a shattering cry that seemed to echo through the room, I came apart beneath him, my body contracting around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I felt his movements slow and then stop entirely as my orgasm began to subside. With a soft groan, he collapsed on top of me once more, their chests heaving as they fought for air. My legs trembled from the exertion of holding him up, but I didn't want him to move; I wanted to feel him pressed against me forever.

Eventually, his breathing evened out and he rolled off me, laying beside me with a satisfied smile on his lips. "I love you,"

I echoed, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my body against his. "No. I don't ever want this night to end." His admission had caught me off guard, but it felt right; like the missing piece of a puzzle that I hadn't even known was missing until now. And as we lay there in the afterglow of our passion, I knew that no matter what happened from here on out, this moment would always be etched into my memory forever.

I couldn't help but laugh, despite the exhaustion weighing down on me. "You don't have to threaten me," I teased, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm sure it'll be fun whenever you decide to do it." He chuckled and rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at me.

"Really?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're sure you want that?"

His question caught me off guard, but I didn't want to admit that I had no idea what he was talking about. "Um... yeah," I stammered, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "It's clean." He gave me a curious look before leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips.

"Good," he murmured against my mouth. "Because I want it."

I gasped and sat up, suddenly panicked. "Oh god, really?" I had never been so careful in my life as I was with birth control; the thought of being pregnant at seventeen was terrifying. Abhi raised an eyebrow at me, clearly amused by my reaction.

"It's possible," he said simply, leaning back against the headboard. "But if you are, we can deal with it together."

My heart pounded in my chest as he positioned himself between my legs and began to push into me. It hurt more than I'd expected, but the look on his face told me that it was supposed to feel this way. He growled low in his throat, fighting through the resistance of my tight muscles until he finally slid all the way inside me.

"Fuck," I groaned, wincing as he bottomed out against my prostate. "It hurts."

He didn't reply;

his only reaction was to start moving slowly within me, testing the boundaries of my body. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out as he stretched me and filled me in a way that felt impossibly intimate. It hurt, but there was something about it that made me feel even closer to him than we had before.

His movements grew bolder and more confident with each thrust, his hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that threatened to send me over the edge again. "Oh god,"

I moaned as pleasure washed over me once more. My body arched up toward him, desperate for more contact as I felt myself beginning to lose control yet again. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice hoarse and raw from all the shouting and moaning that had filled the room earlier.

He growled in response, his thrusts growing harder and deeper still as he took me with a fierce determination that left no doubt that this was far from over. And it wasn't;

I awoke to the feel of his warm breath on my neck and the weight of his arm across my stomach. My body was sore and sticky from last night's marathon lovemaking, but there was an unmistakable sense of rightness about it that made me smile even as I struggled to open my heavy eyelids.

He must have sensed my movement because he turned his head slightly, nuzzling his nose against mine before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "Morning,"

I mumbled sleepily, nestling closer to him. "Hey." I yawned widely and stretched, wincing as my muscles protested the movement. "What time is it?"

He glanced over at the alarm clock on his nightstand before looking back down at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "About seven. You want to get up?"

The words sent a shiver through me and I couldn't help but blush beneath the covers. "I... um..." I trailed off, not quite sure what to say in response. It was such an unexpected thing for him to call me that, especially after only one night together.

But as he shifted closer, wrapping his arms tighter around me and pressing his bare chest against my back, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of happiness coursing through me. Maybe last night really had been something special. "Okay,"

I whispered softly, turning over to face him and threading my fingers through his hair. His expression was so serious, it made my heart ache with happiness. "I love you too," I told him honestly, leaning in for a gentle kiss that seemed to last forever.

And just like that, we were back where we started: naked and content in each other's arms, our futures still full of promise and possibility.

"So," I said, breaking the comfortable silence as I nestled closer to him, "what do we want to do today?" The question seemed ridiculously mundane after everything that had happened between us, but it felt like a natural progression. Maybe now that we'd gotten this out of our systems, we could actually be a normal couple.

He smiled down at me, his thumbs tracing circles on my hipbones through the thin sheet covering us. "I don't know," he murmured thoughtfully. "

What do you want to do?" The question made me feel a little self-conscious, but I decided to ignore it for now. There was plenty of time to figure out what our relationship would be like.

He shrugged, looking around as if inspiration might be hiding in the folds of his comforter. "I don't know," he repeated with a small smile. "Maybe we should just stay here and enjoy each other's company for a while?"

My brow furrowed in confusion at his words, but then I remembered hearing something about that on the news earlier. "Oh really? What happened?" I asked, genuinely curious now.

"You... what?" I sputtered, my eyes going wide with shock and disbelief. He grinned sheepishly up at me, his cheeks flushing pink beneath the covers. "It's not like that," he mumbled quickly, trying to cover his mistake. "I meant, well... you know."

My laughter bubbled up out of me despite my surprise and relief at his admission. "Oh, okay," I said between giggles, nudging him with my elbow. "Well, in that case..." I paused dramatically before adding, "You should probably get some practice on the other one."

His eyes widened comically before he burst out laughing as well. "Oh god," he gasped between chuckles. "You're terrible."

"I didn't mean it like that!" I protested with a laugh of my own, still finding the whole exchange hilarious despite myself. "But yeah, let's see how you do on that one." He grinned at me playfully, reaching down to cup my breast through the thin material of my tank top.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine and I arched into him, pressing myself even closer as he caressed me. "I love you too," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on tight. For now, it didn't matter what we did or where our relationship would go from here; all that mattered was this moment, together in each other's arms. And with the promise of an entire day ahead of us, it seemed like anything was possible.

I laughed softly at his words, thinking back to those early days when we'd been nothing but enemies. It seemed like such a long time ago now, even though it had only been a few months. "Yeah," I admitted with a grin. "And look at us now."

My fingers traced the strong lines of his jaw, marveling at how soft his skin was despite his rough exterior. "I do too," I murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. "And you know what? Even if we'd never ended up like this..."

I glanced away for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed by my admission. "Even if things had stayed the same between us, I think... I think it would have been okay too." There was a long silence as he considered this, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded slowly and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "It probably would have been."

And maybe that was enough.

I traced his jawline with my fingertips, feeling the rough stubble against my skin. It was a small gesture, but it felt significant somehow; like I was acknowledging all that had passed between us and accepting everything for what it was.

"You're really something else," he said softly, his voice full of wonder and affection. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

The words caught me off guard, making my heart skip a beat. The idea of marrying Abhi had never even crossed my mind; we hadn't been together that long and our relationship was still so new. But as he stared up at me expectantly, hope shining in his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"Really?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the thundering of my heart. "You want to marry me?"

I shook my head slowly, unable to meet his gaze as I tried to find the words to explain how I felt. "No," I said at last, lifting my hand to cup his cheek. "It's just... it's so soon, you know? We haven't even been together that long."

I blinked up at him in surprise. It had only been a few months since we'd started sleeping together, but somehow it felt like so much longer than that. "Really?" I asked, my voice still tentative. "You mean even before we... you know?"

It occurred to me then that he was right; in a way, they had been together for longer than just the past few months. They had been through so much together and grown closer despite their arguments and fights. Maybe there really wasn't any reason why they couldn't be together forever.

"Okay," I said softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. "Let's get married."

I smiled up at him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling a sense of rightness settle over me like a warm blanket. We had come so far from where we'd started, and somehow, despite all the odds, they were still here together; stronger than ever before. Telling their parents about their decision would be difficult, but it was something they could face together.

"Okay," I said with a nod. "Let's go tell them."

We made the announcement over dinner that night, both of us feeling nervous but determined as we shared our news with our families. There were questions and laughter, surprise and disbelief, but in the end, everyone seemed to be on board with the idea. It was a little surreal, sitting there at the table surrounded by people who had once been strangers but now felt like family, discussing their future together.

As we finished dessert, Abhi leaned over and whispered something in my ear that made me blush: "

I want to make love with you right now." Heat flooded my cheeks as I glanced around the table, but everyone seemed to be engrossed in their own conversations. With a mischievous grin, he took my hand and led me upstairs to his room, where we collapsed onto his bed in a fit of giggles.

"Just wait until they find out what we've been doing up here," I murmured between kisses as he began stripping me out of my clothes once more.