"Arya, I want you," Derek let out a bit breathlessly. Though his deep baritone sent pleasurable shivers down her spine, his words slowly sunk in, the reality of what they were doing and what was about to happen slowly setting in. Was she ready? Was this the right time? She could now think clearly without her wanton haze clouding her judgment. Yes, she wanted this, and she didn't know about the time, the moment, but she definitely knew that he was the right guy.
"D... Derek, I w... want you too," she managed to say as his lips curved up in a genuine smile, desire evident in his eyes, her words music to his ears. He abruptly got up, confusing Arya, and extended his hand, making her place her hand in his and getting up from the couch. Before she could ask him anything or even comprehend what
