Caught.

Lance. 

I sit down on the blanket, it is very fluffy and comfortable. Ford sits down next to me with a warm smile on his face. He seems very nervous, I can't blame him. I caused this insecurity that is settling within him. He thinks I am not sure about us, I am one hundred percent sure about us. 

I have to make sure to let him know. 

"So I don't really know your favourite foods, so I got a little bit of everything." he opens the basket and sure enough it is loaded. There are chicken and fries, club sandwiches, strawberries, apples, cake, two burgers. 

"Sushi?" I ask. 

He blushes. "Isn't that a bit too fancy?" I continue playfully. 

He reaches for me and I welcome him into my arms. Ford plays the movie and I rest my head on his shoulder. He is a very big guy, so my head fits perfectly in the space between his head and his torso. I don't mind staying like this for a long time. 

"You know I have never seen this movie before," he mutters as the beginning credits start to show. 

I move away for dramatic effect "You can't be serious. This is an Adam Sandler classic." 

He chuckles "I am not a fan of Adam Sandler." 

I open my eyes in shock. How can someone not be an Adam Sandler fan? Adam Sandler is awesome. "You must be joking." 

He laughs as the movie starts "Never even seen any of his movies." he blurts out and the shock is still evident on my face. Even though I am taken aback by his sudden unexpected confession, there is a smile on my face. The fact that we are having light conversations in between our movie is perfect. 

I wouldn't have it any other way. 

The movie continues and we quiet down as it starts to get interesting. The reason why this is my best movie is the fact that Drew Barrymore ends up falling in love with the same man all over again. It is kind of symbolic if you think about it. Someone having amnesia, every single day. The fact that she could find love through that is heartwarming. The movie is based off a true story which makes it all the more romantic. I guess you can say I am a sucker for a good old romance. 

"So, let me get this straight, she doesn't remember anything when she wakes up?" he asks as we are halfway through the movie. 

"Uh-huh," I put a handful of popcorn into my mouth. 

"So how will that work?" 

I shrug "Watch and see," I hit him playfully on his chest. He rubs the spot with a smile "I hate people that spoil movies. I won't rob you of the opportunity to find out first." 

He smiles "You are so cute." he leans forward and I stiffen against me. This happens every time he wants to kiss me. It starts with me physically being nervous and then internally my heart reacts to him being so close. His face is so close to mine—with just one lean forward, I can kiss him. His eyes travel around my feature, the smile still on his face. The movie is still playing but he is focused on me "Can I kiss you?" he whispers so low it almost sounds like the words must've hurt. 

I can't speak, the only thing I can do at this moment as I smell his perfume—he smells like vanilla and aftershave, is press my lips to his softly. The kiss starts out small, nothing more than an innocent kiss but I feel it the moment it transgresses to more. The moment he pulls me closer to him by my waist, I tremble against him as he slides his tongue into my mouth. He smiles and I feel his teeth against my tongue. His arms are still around my waist and he uses the opportunity to pull me until I am on top on him. He is seated with me placed in between his legs and I feel him hard against me. I am lost in this moment, in this kiss. All thoughts have been thrown out of the window. I push him against the floor and he lies flat on his back still fighting in our kiss. My heart is racing with heavy breaths in between our kiss. We don't stop for air as he reaches for my shirt. He pulls it over my head and I moan as he bites my lower lips slowly. It feels amazing, my body feels like it is on fire. 

I pull away from the kiss and he groans frustrated, I am not done as I slip in between the crook of his neck and place soft, wet kisses on his neck. He moans out from the pleasure and I continue this until there is a mark on his neck. This is my claim to him, I want the world to know he is mine. I want to shout it out proud. 

I lick the spot one last time and he smiles, with a look that tells me he is heaven on earth. 

I grind into him and the sounds that escape from his lips are ecstatic. Such a turn on. "Don't stop." he manages in between breaths. The fact that I can feel him against me is giving me more courage. I take off his shirt and he watches me, completely giving me full control of his body. His torso comes into view and I smile a kind of victorious smile, that says 'This man is all mine'. I don't know how I even got so lucky. How did I get this man to be mine? 

"You are so beautiful," I remark incredulously "And you're all mine," he smiles as I brush my fingers against his nipples. They are pink and very inviting. Slowly I place my lips on one. Taking it into my mouth. This is new, for me. New and exciting. 

Ford moans underneath me from pure pleasure. I continue with no intention to stop. This is so unlike me, maybe its all the uncertainty in my life. Tonight might be the last time I am alone with him. I might have to fight to convince him to stay with me. I don't know the outcome of my honesty, but I will tell him everything before the end of the night. 

I am going to be honest. 

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The date ends without sex, he ends up turning me down. I don't blame him; he doesn't want this to be meaningless. His own words, he wants the first time to be when both of us are ready. He seems to think I am not ready; he is scared that I would run away after we have sex. I don't know how to convince him that I don't plan on leaving him. We leave the cabin with the memories of a wonderful night and he tells me he has another surprise. 

Surprises erk me. 

I don't let him know that is how I feel because, at the end of the night, I want this to be perfect. I let him take control of this date because once it is over I plan on telling him what I know. 

"Where are we going?" I ask him another set of curious questions. 

He seems pretty excited for the next surprise and that just makes me all the more curious. The drive is as long as getting to the cabin but once we get to the direction of his house I ask "Are we going to your house?" 

"Yes," his answer is honest but I am freaking out. 

"Is your dad home?" 

He shrugs "Don't worry about him. Just you wait and see." his expression is excited. I don't know what is happening and why we need to end the date at his place. I am really self-conscious about going to his place, at least until I have told him the truth. I don't want to be caught. 

"Can we not go to your place?" he parks his car in front of his house. There is no other car in the driveway except for his. That must mean no one is home. Maybe I should stop worrying like I always do. 

"Why?" 

"Your dad. What if he comes home. I don't want you worrying about getting caught." I lie. I am not actually thinking about the fact that he doesn't want anyone to know about him. I am thinking about the fact that I know his father and I will be the one getting caught. 

"You don't have to worry about that anymore," he gets down from the car. I stay inside, worried out of my mind. This is not the surprise I want. I don't know what he has planned but it could backfire. I could end up at the short end of the stick for this surprise. 

He walks over to my side and knocks on the window "Come on babe." he urges me. 

My heart is racing "I don't want to," I shake my head in refusal. 

With creased brows, he opens the door and goes on one knee on the concrete ground. He is worried about me, he knows something is up. This is the time to tell him the truth. There is no point in keeping this anymore. The risks are just too much to continue hiding. 

"I need to tell you something." 

"What is wrong?" 

"There's something I need to tell you," I take a deep breath "I just found out about it. I promise I didn't know about it before getting into this," I stutter, already hyperventilating. 

Ford notices the worry from the tone of my voice. He is watching me, waiting for my honesty. I don't know how to form the words. He can tell this is hard for me. 

"Let's go in. Take a deep breath and you can talk to me." he brushes his fingers on my cheek gently. 

I obey his words and he smiles, still touching my face "I want to do something, I'm sure this will make things better for us." 

I don't know what he is talking about. He seems to be really intent on whatever he has planned. As long as his father is not at home, this night could end the way I want it to. 

"Okay," he stands up and I notice that there is a little dirt on his pants. All thanks to me and my dramatic self. We walk into the house hand in hand and I remember, the last time I came here. The last time I was here with him. The first time we met, we met here. This house was the start of all our beautiful memories. 

He leads me to one of the living rooms and I sit down on the couch nervously. Here I am, waiting for the supposed surprise and I cannot figure out what it is. "I'll be back," he gestures with his hands. He is as nervous as I am, so whatever he is doing must be big. 

I watch him walk out of the room. It takes a while to hear any sounds but the minute I hear footsteps. I stand up from the couch worried. There are murmurs that sound like more than one person. There is someone with him and that makes me freak out. There is no time to escape as they walk into the room and I see John with a confused expression on his face. 

"Lance....what are you doing here?" 

I can't speak, I wish the ground would just swallow me whole at this moment. I shouldn't have dragged it. I should've told him immediately and now there is no hiding it. The truth is out there and there is nothing I can do. 

Shit.