"Damn it, Tess." He growls, "For once in your life, take a chance."

You spin around and glare at him. "You, Kyle Valenti, are just a human and not worthy of my time." You hiss as he stalks closer to you, daring you to defy him.

"Is that what you think? Or is that what he told you to think?" He questions as he stands so close to you that you're almost touching, almost.

You exhale sharply, the musky scent of his body overwhelming your senses as the heat of his body radiates against yours. Your body's weak and more human than you'd ever admit. "No." You manage to reply as you find yourself leaning closer to him, your body brushing against his.

"Tess," he whispers, dipping his head ever so slightly, his breath so warm against your neck. You shudder and you reach out to him, your fingers curling around his jersey, trying to regain some composure.

"Kyle," you sigh, tilting your head up, your lips brushing against his cheek.

"Take a chance with me," he challenges as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

You close your eyes and you realize for the first time in years you feel safe, wanted, loved. "Oh, Kyle." You gasp as you close the lingering space and kiss him, like you've wanted to do since he flashed you that beautiful smile of his.

And the rest is history.