I disclaim.

The world was a frosted haze, and what did it matter? What did he care? He'd never had anyone truly ever be there for him. He didn't know the touch of a lover, or the addicting nuance that came with making love. None of those things had ever mattered to him.

Sex. Sex he knew about. It was simple and easy. There was no mess involved. No real feelings, just pleasure. For a long time, he thought that was all he wanted.

The small inkling of the taste of love Max had explained him, had at first, intrigued him. Then as time went on, he became obsessed by it, enthralled and addicted by the concept. Searching for that one woman, who could fill the void that ached inside his chest.

He watched her from across the room. Her hair gently cascading down her back, swaying with the slight draft from the open door. Those wonderful eyes of hers, flashing from cinnamon to dark chocolate brown, as she laughed. The smile reaching her entire face, lighting her features.

Alec inhaled sharply. She was gorgeous in ever respect of the word.

She was the only one that could cut his smart-ass comments down, just as quick as kicking his butt. She took no shit from anyone, and as much as he denied it, he liked the fact he couldn't get away with nothing.

With her, things weren't easy, they weren't meant to be. She was a challenge to him, not a conquest.

This is what she had meant, all along, he had wondered what it would feel like. Maybe it had been there all along. The tightening in his chest when she said his name. The feeling in his stomach when he looked into her eyes. The way his skin danced when they touched.

All of it made sense. It was love.