Lyla's P.O.V:


"....that I'm still in love with you?" He practically yelled, catching me off guard. I felt my heart begin to beat at a rapid rate, my stomach fluttering, my mind clouded. The mass amounts of alcohol I had consummed wasn't helping this situation. My eyes snapped open in realization of what he said.


He still loved me?


I didn't know what to say, what to do. I stood there, frozen in time, trying to comprehend what I had just heard come out of his gorgeous mouth.


It had to have been the alcohol, right? He was the one who dumped me, left me for dead and never looked back. He broke me, left me crumpled, in pieces.


So why do I still love him? Why have I never been able to let him go?


I was snapped out of my thoughts as I saw him move quickly towards me, closing the space between us. His hands moved up to my face, and before I knew what was happening I felt his soft lips on mine as he kissed me with force.


It felt so right, and I couldn't help myself from kissing back.


I moved my hands to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his long, brown hair. His hands moved to my lower back, pulling me into him, eliminating the remaining space between us. Our lips began to move in rhythm with each other, things escalating quickly.
I knew this shouldn't be happening, that this wasn't the way to handle this complicated situation we were in; it wouldn't solve anything, possibly make it worse, but my mind was clouded by the alcohol......and by my love for him that I couldn't seem to get rid of, no matter how much I wanted to, how hurt I was.


I felt myself stumbling backwards as he pushed me up against the wall, pressing himself into me as I did the same to him. His tongue brushed at my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to intertwine with mine. My hands made their way down, feeling his toned chest and back through his shirt. His mouth moved down to my neck and I let out an involuntary moan, unable to contain it. I pulled him closer to me, if that was even possible, as he found the spot on my neck that only he knew about; I was surprised he remembered after all these years. He began sucking and biting, my breathing becoming shallow, soft moans escaping often.


He returned his mouth to mine as I felt his hands move down to the back of my legs, lifting me up so my legs would wrap around his waist. He hiked my dress up and his hands moved up and down my thighs, our tongues continuing to battle with each other. I reached down, moving my hands up his shirt, and feeling the muscles on his chest. I slid his shirt up, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor as I pulled his mouth back to mine.


We were taking out our anger, our hate, our sadness in a way that we shouldn't be, but neither one of us was thinking clearly to realize that this was wrong; we were too caught up in each other.


Vic pulled away from the wall, still holding me, and moved over to the bed, laying me down gently. As he hovered over me our eyes met, and I was surprised at what I saw; it wasn't lust, anger, sadness, anything I would expect; it was love. It was the same way he used to look at me so long ago.


I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to mine. I pushed my lips against his, softly this time, kissing him passionately, lovingly. I pulled away and stared at him once more, neither of us saying anything, before I rolled us over so I was sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. I bent over and began kissing my way down his jawline, to his neck where I began softly nibbling at his warm skin. He groaned loudly as his soft hands caressed my thighs. I kissed down his chest as I felt his hands move to my back and begin to pull the zipper of my dress down, the fabric beginning to fall away from my body.


I moved my lips back to his, kissing feverishly this time, as I reached my hands down, undoing his belt buckle before sliding his pants as far down as I could get them. I palmed his hardness through his boxers, elicinting a low growl from Vic. He flipped us over again, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off in the process. He pulled my dress down my body, letting it drop to the floor, leaving me in my black strapless bra and black undies. He leaned over me, holding himself up with one arm, putting his other hand behind my thigh and pulling me closer to him as we kissed. He moved his hand behind me, pulling my torso up a little as he slipped his hands to the clasp of my bra, pulling it off my body as he kissed down to my breasts, my moans becoming louder.


I reached down into his boxers, stroking him as he growled into my neck. I continued to move my hand up and down over him as he kissed down my neck, between my breasts, and down my stomach, making his way to my underwear. He moved his thumbs lightly below the fabric, my breath catching in my throat, before pulling them down. I pushed his boxers off of him as well before he moved back up to me, and slammed into me, his face falling into the crevice of my neck.


I screamed out his name as he entered me, quickly picking up his pace, falling into a steady rhythm.


"Oh....God Vic!" I moaned out, struggling to catch my breath. I dragged my nails down his back, before moving my hands down to grip the sheets. He picked up the pace even more, groaning and moaning into my skin. He grabbed my hands, interlacing our fingers as we neared our breaking point. He moved his lips to mine, kissing me hard, and I felt my body tense as I reached my high, screaming his name in the process. He followed shortly after, screaming my name as he collapsed onto me.


After a while he looked up at me, our eyes meeting. He leaned up and kissed my lips so sweetly before rolling off of me. He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me as I laid my head on his chest. This wasn't right, I knew that and I think he knew that, but neither of us did anything about it. I closed my eyes as a tear escaped from eyes.


Having sex with him brought back so many memories of how it used to be. Even though my mind told me that what we had just done was horribly wrong, my heart was telling me otherwise. Nothing compared to that; Vic was my first, and even though I have had sex with a few other people since Vic I had never fully given myself to them like I had once done to him, like I had just now.


I was so conflicted, my heart telling me one thing while my head told me another, told me to run because he was bound to hurt me again. Hell, I didn't even know if this meant anything. We were both completely wasted, and it's quite possible that that is the only reason why he kissed me, why this happened.


Vic could feel my mind racing, and he sat up, gazing down at me.


"Lyla-" was all I managed to let him say. I didn't want to hear whatever it was he was going to say. I needed to hear it from him sober, whether he was going to tell me he was sorry, or beg for me back, I needed to be in my right mind, and so did he.


"Please. Don't talk," I said as I turned onto my side, facing away from him. Soon I felt him curl up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed the back of my neck.


In that moment, even thought I was drunk, I knew I had fallen head over heels for Vic Fuentes again, even more than I had the first time, and I was scared.


I closed my eyes, the alcohol overtaking me, as I fell into a deep sleep.