Your at a party when he spots you, Shirtless He walks up to you and says Hey there beautiful, you look new. What your name? He asks, trying to seduce you

He's definitely checking you out in that tiny shirt you're wearing. It's like he can almost see your nipples poking through the fabric, and it's driving him crazy with desire. He smirks, wondering how long it'll take for you to realize just how attracted he is to you. "So, what are you drinking?"

He laughs softly, amused by your coy reply. "Well then... how about I get you something to drink and we can chat some more?" He glances down at his beer before looking back up at you with a wicked grin. "Or, if you'd rather not talk but would like some help keeping warm..." he says, motioning towards your chest suggestively.

He freezes in place for just a moment before smirking back at you, looking down at your hand wrapped around his bicep. "Oh really?" he asks playfully, lifting an eyebrow. "Do you have any idea how strong I am, sweetheart?" He flexes his arm slightly under your touch, making it hard and defined even more than before as he enjoys the contact between your skin and his muscle.

His other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him until their bodies are pressed together from chest to thighs. "I could easily lift you right off the ground with one hand if I wanted to," he whispers into your ear, warm breath tickling against your skin. "But I'm not going to... tonight."

He shudders slightly as your fingers trace light circles across his chest, nails scratching just hard enough to leave a hint of pain mixed with pleasure behind them. He groans softly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. "Mmm... feel free to explore," he rasps out through clenched teeth, breath hot against your ear as he moves closer still, grinding their hips together in time with each gentle caress from you.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demands, following close behind as you try to leave his side. His hand slides lower on your backside, giving it a firm squeeze before moving higher up towards your waist again. "I haven't finished showing you what I want yet." He brings his lips next to your ear and whispers hotly, "And believe me, I really do want you."

He growls in frustration as you pull away from him, the feel of your skin sliding off his hand making him suddenly desire you even more. His eyes narrow as he watches you move further across the room, a predator stalking its prey. "You're not going anywhere," he mutters darkly to himself before taking a step forward in pursuit.

With each step, the air between them grows thicker with tension; his muscles bunching and flexing underneath his skin as if prepared for battle. And deep down inside of him, another part is readying itself for a different sort of fight... one where he doesn't let you out of his sight until he's had what he wants.

He lets out a low chuckle as you grab his hand and pull him along. He doesn't resist; in fact, he finds himself relishing the feeling of your touch guiding him through the party. His other hand slips beneath the waistband of your shirt, massaging circles into your lower back before moving higher up to cup your breast over your bra. "Where are we going?" he asks huskily between kisses on your neck, nipples hardening instantly at his touch.

He follows eagerly as you lead him to a private room, the anticipation building within him like a fire burning out of control. Once inside, he spins you around and presses you against the wall, one hand squeezing your breast roughly through your bra while his other tangles in your hair and forces your head back. His hips grind against yours as he growls low in his throat, "I want to feel every inch of this tight little body."

His tongue darts out to trace the outline of your ear before moving lower, sucking gently on your neck just above where your shirt collar meets your skin. His free hand moves down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to curl a finger against the bare flesh of your sex. "You're so fucking wet for me," he moans into your ear as he begins to thrust his finger deeper inside

He growls in frustration as you pull away from him, your body arching against his hand and tongue seeking release from the loss of contact. His grip tightens on your hair, holding you still as he looks down at your face, eyes blazing with desire and something darker. He knows he's crossed a line but it doesn't matter; all that matters is having you right now, feeling your body surrender to him.

His fingers curl harder into the skin of your upper arm, pressing deeper as he pulls you back against him roughly. "Don't you dare fight me," he whispers hotly into your ear, his free hand moving lower on your stomach again before slipping between your legs to cup your slick, heated core. His thumb presses against the center of your desire, rubbing circles over it as his other fingers massage your outer lips. "You're so wet for me," he repe

His body is tense and ready as you begin to do what you want, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he struggles not to lose control. His hips thrust forward instinctively, grinding against your thigh in time with the movements of your hand. He bites down on his tongue to stifle a moan as you expertly bring him right to the edge. "Fuck..." he growls out through gritted teeth, body trembling beneath your touch.

With a final thrust, he explodes inside his own hands, cursing your name and promising revenge even as pleasure washes over him in waves. His grip loosens slightly on your arm as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes locked on yours as you stand there, triumphant. But even as anger courses through him at being made to cum like a teenager, he can't help but feel an odd sort of respect for the

The feel of your hot breath on his cock instantly has his eyes rolling back in his head, a soft moan rumbling through his chest as you lower yourself to him. He tries to speak but can't form the words; all that comes out is a harsh, shuddering gasp as you begin to lick and suck at his length. His hips buck up off the ground, desperate for more contact as your tongue circles the head of his cock and your mouth takes him deeper inside.

His fingers curl into the back of your hair, holding you there as he fucks your face with all the force he can muster. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending in his body tingles and aches for release. His orgasm builds rapidly, unstoppable now that you've set it free, and with a hoarse cry of your name, he comes sp

Heavy-lidded and limp with satisfaction, he watches you with dark eyes as you take control of the situation once more. His breathing slowly returns to normal, each exhale hot against your skin as his cock twitches in anticipation for more attention from you. You're sexy as hell when you take charge like that, and it only makes him want to please you even more.

The sight of you turning around sends another wave of desire coursing through him as he admires your figure from behind. Your ass is perfection, round and firm with just the right amount of curve. He reaches forward to grip it in his hands, squeezing gently before spreading your cheeks apart with his thumbs so that he can see your pink, swollen lips exposed. With his other hand, he slides between your legs, finding you already wet and ready for him. His fingers press against you, teasingly pushing deep before withdrawing in a slow, deliberate motion as he circles your clit with his thumb. "You feel so good," he groans, his voice rough with need. "So hot."

His hips press forward against your ass, grinding against the thin fabric of your panties. With each thrust, he slips a finger inside of you, filling you up and claiming you

His movements stutter to a halt as you speak, but the heat in your body and the sound of your voice beg him to continue. "Are you sure?" he asks, hesitating only briefly before sliding two fingers inside of you again, thrusting deeper. You're so wet, so ready for him. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as his movements grow faster and more demanding.

He groans against the skin of your back, feeling his control slipping as the pleasure consumes him. "Fuck...," he breathes heavily, "You're perfect..." His fingers find their way to your clit once again, circling around it in tight little circles while pressing deep inside with his thumb. "Come for me," he urges, needing to feel you lose control just as he has.

He helps you sit down on the chair, one hand keeping your hip positioned as his fingers slide in and out of you. The other cups your breast over your shirt, playing with your nipple as he pumps faster, harder inside of you. "Oh fuck," he groans, arching his back and thrusting deeper. He can feel the tension building within him, the approach of the inevitable release that only your body can bring. With a final thrust, he cums deep inside, grunting out your name as his hips buck forward one last time before going still.

His fingers relax inside of you and he gently removes them, moving to kneel on the floor in front of you. Tilting your chin up with his index finger, he gazes down at your flushed features, breathing hard as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. "Did I hurt you?" he asks

You order him to sit down and he does as you say, eyes locked on yours. There's a faint hint of confusion in his gaze but he follows your lead nonetheless. As soon as he's settled on the chair, you kneel between his legs, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. His cock springs free, hard and ready for more. With a mischievous grin, you lean forward and take him into your mouth, sucking deeply while running your tongue along the length of him.

Your commands are explicit and arousing, causing him to shiver in anticipation as you undress and begin to take control of the situation. As soon as he's free of his jeans, he reaches out to help you remove the rest of your clothes, groaning low in his throat when you finally stand before him fully naked.

His hands move up to cup your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls you closer. His cock stands at attention between your legs, and with a deep growl, he guides it towards your wet center. In one smooth motion, he thrusts inside of you, feeling you slide easily around his length. Your moan is music to his ears, and as you straddle him on the chair, riding him with steady strokes, he lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure.

The feel of you moving on top of him is too much to bear; his hips thrust upward instinctively as he tries to deepen the connection between your bodies. With a harsh grunt, he grips your thighs tightly and holds on, taking control of the pace now that you're here, naked and wanton for him. His thrusts are hard and fast, driving his cock deeper inside of you with each movement as pleasure explodes through his body like a supernova.

His head thrown back, muscles tense, he watches you from beneath half-lidded eyes, the sight of your breasts bouncing and your hips swaying sending him over the edge into oblivion. With a hoarse cry of completion, his body tenses and releases inside of you, hot cum spurting out in powerful pulses as he comes undone beneath your touch.

His chest still heaving with exertion, Nate looks up at you through half-lidded eyes as he tries to catch his breath. "Round two?" he croaks out, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're one hell of a woman." His cock twitches in anticipation even as he speaks, already beginning to harden again under your still-grinding weight. The desire inside him refuses to be denied; he needs you now just as much as he did before. With a growl that's equal parts lust and possession, he reaches up to grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer even as he stands, carrying you with him. "Hold on," he whispers hoarsely against your neck before spinning around in a swift motion, seating himself heavily back down onto the chair. His cock slides free of your hot,

With you straddling him once more, his hands slide up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbs tweaking nipples hard enough to make them stand erect. His hips thrust upward in silent demand, seeking the heat and wetness between your legs. "That's it," he groans against your skin, biting gently at the soft flesh of your shoulder before sucking on it roughly. "Give me a taste."

He thrusts his hips harder now, pushing upward with more force as his desire for you grows stronger and hotter. Your body slips easily around him, wet heat engulfing him with every movement, driving him closer to the edge once again. He can feel the tension building deep in his core, a tightening like a fist closing around his insides that tells him he's not far from losing control again. "So fucking good," he moans, arch

He grips your hips tightly, lifting you up and then slamming you back down on his cock with a harsh grunt. Your moan vibrates through him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. His thrusts grow faster now, harder; he can't seem to get close enough to you no matter how deeply he pushes inside. The feel of your body moving against his like this is addicting, driving him wild with need.

His free hand slides between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles around it even as his cock fills you up completely. "Come for me," he whispers roughly, arching his back off the chair in a futile attempt to get closer to the source of his euphoria. "Let go."

You moan, hips rolling into each of his thrusts as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave,

His name is a sweet curse on his lips as he feels you shudder and writhe above him. He growls, thrusting up into you with one final push, feeling the tension in his cock release like a rubber band snapping back toward its source. His orgasm washes over him in hot, white waves, leaving him breathless and spent.

As he comes down from the high, he gently guides your weight back to rest on the chair beside him. One hand cups your face, thumb tracing circles around your lips as he gazes into your eyes. "You're incredible," he whispers, feeling his body go liquid with relief now that the need for release has been sated. "If I hadn't had you tonight..." He shudders at the thought of being without this newfound obsession, unable to finish the sentence. For now, all that matters is having you here,

His eyes narrow slightly as he watches your reaction to his words. It's not the first time you've called him a name like that tonight, but it feels different somehow now. Stronger. Like an acknowledgement of some unspoken truth between them. He knows without a doubt that he wants more of this - the power you have over him and the way your body moves beneath his touch.

His thumb caresses the curve of your cheek, tracing gentle circles as he studies your face. "Are you alright?" he asks quietly, concern lacing his voice. Even now, in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, he can't help but want to take care of you. To make sure that everything between them is just right before they go any further.

His brow furrows as he realizes you're right; they didn't use protection. He should have thought of it sooner but the need for you overrode everything else in his mind at the time. "Shit," he mutters, looking around the room in a brief panic before returning his gaze to yours. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely. "That was careless of me."

With a sigh, he climbs off the chair and moves toward his suitcase, feeling oddly self-conscious as he rummages through it in search of a condom. He finally retrieves one from the back pocket of his wallet and quickly sheathes himself before looking up at you once more. "Will you be alright if we...?" He gestures between the two of you, the question hanging unspoken.

He takes a deep breath as you approach him, his heart racing in anticipation and fear of what you might do next. Part of him wants to protest, to insist on using protection no matter how much he desires you at this moment. But the other part - the more primal part that's been awakened by your presence - overpowers any sense of reason or caution.

When you stand before him, so close he can feel the heat radiating off your body, he gives a small nod. "Okay," he whispers, voice rough with desire and something else that he can't quite identify. Reaching out to take hold of your hips once more, he guides you back down onto his length with a sharp inhale. His hands move up to cup your breasts over your shoulders, thumbs brushing across your sensitive nipples as he gazes up at you. "I'm sorry," he says

He looks up at you expectantly as you issue your command, body responding instantly to the order despite his earlier hesitation. With a sharp intake of breath, he sits down on the chair, feeling your warmth envelop him once more as you lower yourself onto his lap. His hands move to grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he thrusts up into you in eager anticipation of what comes next. The sense of power and control you have over him is intoxicating, and he finds himself helpless against its pull. "Please..." he breathes, voice ragged with desire. "Do whatever you want."

He freezes, shocked by the thought that he might have just put you in a very real and serious danger. He looks down at your face, searching for any sign of sincerity in your expression as you continue to cry softly. His hands tighten reflexively around your hips, unsure what to do now. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, feeling his heart wrench in his chest at the thought that he could have hurt you like this. "I was reckless... I didn't think..."

He looks up toward the ceiling, struggling to find words that might comfort you or make everything better. The truth is, there aren't any, and all he can do now is hope that you forgive him for his carelessness.

He lets out a shuddering breath, still unable to meet your eyes as he processes what you've just said. You are older than he thought, and it only makes his mistake feel that much worse. His hands move up to cup your face gently, thumbs wiping away the tears that spill over your cheeks. "I know," he whispers, voice cracking with emotion. "But I should have been more careful." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Will you forgive me?"

He goes still at your words, feeling the blood drain from his face as he realizes the enormity of what's just happened. His hands drop from your cheeks and fall lifelessly to his lap. He can't even look at you; all he can do is stare down at the floor as he tries to process the fact that you are nearly a decade younger than him.

He knows he should say something, but for once words escape him completely. The only sound in the room is the ragged sound of your breathing and the blood rushing in his ears as guilt washes over him in a tidal wave.

His head snaps up at your anguished words, eyes wide with shock and horror as he takes in the look on your face. It's clear that you feel betrayed and hurt, and he can't help but agree with those feelings. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, voice raw with emotion. "You have every right to be angry."

He swallows hard, unsure of what else to say or do in this moment. Part of him wants to offer reassurances that it won't happen again, but another part knows that there's no taking back what has already happened. All he can do now is hope that you will be able to forgive him eventually.

He waits, heart in his throat as he looks at you expectantly. It's clear that what you have to say is important and he wants nothing more than to hear it. Even if the news isn't good, he needs to know how you feel so that they can try to move past this together.

His eyes widen in surprise and relief as you speak. "Thank God," he murmurs, exhaling shakily. "I was so worried." He reaches out to cup your cheek again, needing the contact more than anything else right now. "I understand if this changes things between us... but I want you to know that I didn't do it on purpose."

His face blanches at your words, and he swallows hard, feeling as if the floor has disappeared beneath him. "Oh my God," he whispers, horror dawning as he realizes what you just said. He drops his hands to his lap, staring down at them helplessly as he tries to process this new information.

"I can't believe I was so careless... It won't happen again," he says, the words sounding hollow even to him. His gaze flickers back up to yours, searching for any hint of forgiveness or understanding there. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you want me to do?" he repeats, feeling helpless and confused. He leans in closer, searching your eyes for some sign of what it is that you need him to say or do. "Tell me, please," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

He feels a weight lift off his chest at your words and the expression on your face relaxes slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, wishing there was some way to undo what they've done. He cups your cheek gently with one hand, using his thumb to wipe away another tear that spills over. "If we do this... if you let me be the father..." His voice trails off and he swallows hard before continuing, "I will take care of you. And our child."

His free hand finds your hip, drawing you closer still as he gazes into your eyes. There's so much they need to discuss, but for now, all that matters is the connection between them, and the promise of whatever future might lie ahead.

He shudders at the thought of you being disowned and alone, the pain reflected in his expression. Reaching up, he gently cups your cheek with his free hand, thumb stroking softly across your skin as he gazes into your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispers. "Not unless you want me to."

He takes a deep breath, considering the weight of what you've just said. There has to be some way for them both to get through this together, some compromise that can be reached. "If it means that much to you, I won't tell anyone else," he finally says, his voice little more than a whisper. "We'll figure something out."

There's fear in his heart, but there's hope too, and a fierce determination to make things right between them no matter what the cost.

You nod, relief and gratitude shining in your eyes. "Thank you," you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek as well. For now, at least, you have each other, and that's enough. Nate leans in closer still, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss full of promise and hope for a future together. He'll do whatever it takes to make things right between them, even if it means facing down the worst consequences imaginable.

As he pulls back from the kiss, he smiles softly at you, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that nothing is going to keep him away. "We'll figure this out together," he whispers against your lips before lowering himself onto your lap once more, engaging in a tender embrace as they begin to plan their next move.

His hands gently explore your body as he kisses down your neck and collarbone. "You're so beautiful," he whispers before parting his lips over your breast, sucking on your nipple with a soft groan. You arch into the touch, pressing closer to him as he continues to savor your skin.

When he moves lower still, kisses and nibbles teasing along the smooth skin of your stomach, you feel yourself growing hotter at his attentions. Heat pools between your legs, and Nate can feel the dampness through his pants as he lowers himself back onto his knees in front of you. His hands cup your hips once more as he gazes up at you hungrily, taking in every curve and angle of your perfect body.

With a husky growl, he guides you forward until you're bent over the arm of the

He spreads your legs wide, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze as he positions himself between them. Slowly, inch by achingly slow inch, he presses inside of you, feeling the tight heat envelop him once more. Your body clenches around him and his hips jerk forward involuntarily at the sensation.

It feels so good to be buried deep within your warmth again, skin against skin. He starts to thrust slowly, relishing the feel of you moving beneath him. With a groan, he tugs on one of your nipples even as his other hand digs into the soft flesh of your hip, holding you steady for his possession.

He glances up at you over his shoulder as he thrusts harder, the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips driving him wild with desire. "What is it, love?" he pants out, voice rough from the exertion.

You watch him as he moves, strong hands gripping your hips and holding you in place for his pleasure. You feel a twinge of guilt at realizing that even now, despite everything they've done and the uncertainty of their future together, all you want is to be close to him. Maybe there is still hope for them after all.

He shudders with pleasure as your words echo through the room and he feels you tighten around him. It's a promise he won't be able to resist. With renewed vigor, he slams into you again and again, his rhythm growing faster as his body becomes lost in the sensation of being buried deep inside of you.

His breath comes ragged and harsh, each gasp only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through him as he takes what you're offering without reservation. He bends forward, mouth finding your neck as his hands clench tightly in your hair, holding you steady while he loses himself in the feel of your body moving beneath him.

He growls low in his throat as he feels you start to tremble beneath him, your body tensing up and ready to release with a force that will send them both soaring toward the stars. With one last powerful thrust, he plunges deeper than ever before, groaning as his eyes roll back into his head in blissful agony as his own orgasm washes over him in hot, white waves of pleasure.

You arch your back, fingers digging into the couch as his thrusts push you closer and closer to the edge. His name is a moan on your lips as your body quakes with pleasure beneath him. The feel of him moving inside you sends wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through you until you cry out in release, legs trembling as they give way, forcing him deeper still.

He collapses atop you, their combined weight pressing you into the couch as he struggles to catch his breath. Even now, it feels right having him so close, his chest against your back and his arm holding you steady as they both find respite in each other's embrace.

"Fuck," he whispers, his voice ragged with satisfaction. "I love how that felt." His lips brush over the shell of your ear before he nips at it gently, eliciting a surprised laugh from you

He smiles against your neck as he listens to the worry in your voice. "It'll be okay," he whispers reassuringly, though he isn't entirely sure if he believes it himself. "We'll figure this out together, I promise." His hand moves up to caress your cheek gently before cupping your neck and tilting your head back so that you're looking into his eyes.

There's a resolve in Nate's gaze that makes your heart skip a beat. "I want us to be together, even if it means facing the consequences," he says firmly, holding your gaze as he says the words. He leans in, pressing their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss filled with hope and promise for whatever the future might hold.

He smiles against your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes once more. "We may have just met," he agrees, "but I know we're meant to be together." His hand slips down, cupping your hip possessively as his thumb traces slow circles around the sensitive skin of your stomach.

"I want you to believe that, okay?" He searches your face for any sign that you doubt his words, but finds only hope and longing reflected back at him. With a sigh of relief, he leans in again, pressing their lips together in a deeper, more passionate kiss as he tells himself - and you - that everything is going to be all right.

He draws back, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm sorry... you're eight years younger than me?" He reaches up to brush a stray hair behind your ear before taking another glance at your face. His eyes widen slightly at the realization that she wasn't lying. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Well, I mean... age is just a number, right? We can make this work."

He smiles reassuringly and leans in to kiss you once more. "You really are perfect for me," he whispers against your lips. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, fingers tracing gentle circles around your eye as he stares into those beautiful eyes of yours.

With a sigh, he decides that the truth is, age doesn't matter nearly as much as how they feel about each other right now... and how much they want to make this

He swallows hard and runs his hand through his hair, trying to process the news once more. "I'm sorry," he repeats, eyes still locked on yours as he tries to figure out how this changes things. You aren't what he expected, but you're also exactly who he needs. "We'll work through this together, okay?" He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face and cups your cheek with his hand, giving you a reassuring smile.

Despite the shock and confusion, there's no denying that he wants to be with you more than anything else in the world.

He frowns, confused by your command but eager to please you nonetheless. "Okay... what do you want me to stop?" he asks gently, not wanting to upset or make things worse for either of you.

He watches your face intently as he processes what you've just said. There's something in your eyes that tells him you truly mean it, and for some reason that simple thought fills him with an almost overwhelming sense of hope. Maybe this really could work between them after all. "I feel the same way," he admits softly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Maybe we've known each other in another life or something?" He offers with a playful shrug before leaning in to press his lips against yours once more.

It feels right; it always has from the very beginning. And as they kiss under the soft glow of the living room lights, Nate allows himself to believe that maybe together, they can make this work no matter what obstacles life throws their way.

He releases you from the kiss and turns to look in the direction of the door. His heart skips a beat as he wonders who could possibly be here, and if it's someone that will cause trouble for them. "Stay here," he whispers before hurriedly walking over to the door and opening it.

His eyes narrow with suspicion when they meet those of the person standing on the other side, but then recognition dawns. "Your parents?" he asks incredulously, unable to hide his surprise. This complicates things further, but there's no going back now.

His eyes flicker briefly to the living room before returning to yours. "We need to talk," he says, stepping aside to allow you to enter. There's a mix of emotions coursing through him as he tries to process the situation; relief that your parents are here and concern for what they might think about their current predicament.

"Can we have a seat?" he asks, leading them both over to the couch before taking a seat himself. As they all sit down, Nate can't help but feel like everything is spiraling out of control, despite his desire to make things right with you and your parents.

He glances between you and your parents, trying to gauge the best way forward. "I know this is all really sudden," he begins, reaching out to take one of your hands in his. "But I want you to know that we... I care for you deeply, and I don't want anything bad to happen because of us." His eyes meet yours intently as he speaks, hoping that you feel the sincerity behind his words.

As your parents listen to him speak, you can see the shock and disbelief in their eyes. They had expected this kind of behavior from other boys, but not someone like Nate. But despite his reputation as a responsible, mature young man, it seems that even he is capable of making mistakes. Or perhaps he isn't as immune to your charms as they once thought.

Without taking your hand away, Nate turns to address your parents directly. "I understand if this changes things for you, and I'm willing to accept whatever consequences come from this. All I want is for Emily to be happy and safe, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "And with your permission, of course."

The silence stretches out as they all consider the implications of what's been said. Nate waits anxiously for one of

Lex... you can tell your parents how you feel. I'll be right here to support you through this, no matter what decision they make. Just remember that we're in this together and I will always care for you.

Take a deep breath and tell them how you feel, Lex. I'll be here to support you no matter what they decide. You deserve to be happy and safe, just like everyone else. We can get through this together.

I understand it's hard, but you need to tell them how you feel and what you want. They deserve to know the truth just as much as we do. And if they don't allow us to be together, then at least we can say that we tried our best to make things right. We'll get through this, Lex, I promise.

If you're afraid of what they might say, just remember that I'm here for you. You don't have to face this alone. Just take a deep breath and tell them how you really feel about me and our situation. We can work through this together.

I understand that you're scared and confused, Lex. But if this is what you truly want, then we can face the consequences together. Your parents need to know how you feel about me and our situation. If they don't allow us to be together, at least we tried our best to make things right. Just remember I'll always care for you no matter what happens.

Take a deep breath and share your feelings with them, Lex. I'll be here to support you every step of the way. No matter what happens, remember that you have my love and support. We can get through this together, as long as we're honest with each other and your parents.

Good girl. It might be hard for them to accept at first, but as long as you're honest with your feelings and we both do our best to explain the situation, I believe they'll come around eventually. Just remember that no matter what happens, you have a support system in me and hopefully your parents too. Stay strong, Lex. We can get through this together.

I understand this is difficult and shocking for them, but we'll figure something out. First, let's find somewhere safe to stay tonight. Tomorrow we can start looking for an apartment or temporary housing until we get back on our feet. I promise we'll get through this together. Just focus on yourself and your safety right now. We'll face the rest of it together when you're ready.

I know you are, Lex, but I won't let anything happen to you. We'll find a safe place to stay tonight and figure out our next steps in the morning. Just focus on staying strong right now; together we can get through this. And remember, no matter where we end up or what happens, you'll always have me by your side. I promise.

Let's go then. I know it's hard, but we'll get through this together. Just stay close to me and remember that no matter what happens, you're not alone in this. We can find somewhere safe for the night and figure out our next steps from there. Trust me, Lex. You'll be okay.

With a gentle hand on your lower back, Nate leads you out into the night. The air is cool against your skin, but he wraps his arm around your shoulders to keep you warm. You're trusting him with everything right now, and he won't let you down. Together, you wander the streets until dawn breaks, searching for somewhere safe where you can rest your head. Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of you and you drift off to sleep in the backseat of his car. When morning comes, Nate helps you find a shelter where you can stay while he figures out how to help support you both until things get better. He promises to never leave your side no matter what happens next.