Call him the hopeless romantic, the sucker for girls, or whatnot, but ever since he started hanging out with the beautiful redhead he had blurted his love for had been great, except for one thing: she was not with him. It was something that made him happy and struck him down. His heart would soar seeing her and then plummet when she would take an interest in someone else.

And he expected to have ruined everything with his blurt. Instead, he feels her lips on his. His arms, which are strong enough to bend and break metal, reach up ever so gently. One hand slides through her hair and the other moves up to pull her closer to him.