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Ben Chilwell - Snooze 18+

Author’s Note; As you may be aware I post all my one-shots and series’ on Wattpad however I sometimes put some of the same ones on here. So for the next few days I will be sharing them here too.

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POV: Ben comes home from preseason and she is waiting for him.

Contains: Mature language, Smut (18+)

Music Choice: SZA - Snooze

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Preseason was finally coming to a close.

So, Ben knew the new season was fast approaching and with the wins that they had had under their belt he was actually feeling positive about it. This was something he hadn't thought about before they all started training together again, mainly because most of his friends had moved on and he was worried that they wouldn't all gel as a team.

But ultimately he realised he had nothing to worry about for the time being.

However, the thing he loved most about the end of preseason was coming home to her.

He had missed her more than words could say and the thought of her waiting for him at home, in their bed, in his clothes, was just driving him insane.

He had all these plans for when he would get home, for all the ways he could show her and tell her how much he missed her, how much he needed her these past few weeks, how he couldn't imagine being away from her like that ever again.

But all of those plans went out of the window, the grand gestures that he thought about on the car journey home, the idea of whisking her away for a romantic dinner, maybe an overnight stay, with a spa visit, spoiling her in a public was thrown away.

The first sight of her as he walked through the door caused his brain to haze and he only thought about how he wanted to spoil her, worship her, in private, just the two of them.

The thought of putting more clothes on to go out and celebrate being reunited was no longer at the forefront of his mind, in fact he wanted to get her out of the minimal clothes she had on and take her upstairs. And that's exactly what he did.

"Hey baby" was all she could say, the end word coming out in more of a squeal as he raced towards her, pulled her body into his, lifting her off her feet as she wrapped her thighs around his waist and his lips crashed into hers.

It was desperate, longing, lust filled and no matter how much they both felt like they were practically stealing the other's air it was quickly decided that if this was the way they would both go then so be it.

He carried her upstairs, his bags, jacket, and shoes just left strewn on the floor. The drinks she had poured for them and the soft sound of the radio playing in the kitchen was all left behind as they travelled closer to their bedroom.

His hands gripped onto her ass, his fingernails digging in slightly as she finally parted from his lips, kissing down onto his neck, marking him up with every movement, sucking harshly on the soft skin under his ear as his breath hitched.

"Fucking missed you" Ben moaned out as his feet found the carpeted floor as he practically raced them to the bedroom, leaning down with her onto the bed, his lips finding hers once more.

He pulled back as he looked at the flush to her cheeks, feeling the way her hands wear holding onto the back of his neck, scratching into the longer hair that sat around the nape of his neck. He smirked as he looked at the sparkle in her eyes, the redness to her lips and on the edge of her smile from the slight stubble rash she had managed to get from how hard and fast she had been kissing his neck.

She looked so good laying underneath him.

"So beautiful" he mumbled out as she smiled at him.

"I've missed you" she told him, a comment she wanted to make when he told her it only moments before, but she was too lost in the moment to say anything then.

"Yeah?" he asks, the cockiness oozing from his voice "what did you miss baby?" he asks her as he stays leaning above her, feeling her nails dig into his neck, trying to drag his body closer to hers as she bucks her hips up slightly, trying to feel any kind of friction, yet he stays firm resting above her.

"All of you" she smirks as uses the heel of her foot that's still wrapped around his waist to dig into his back to pull his body against hers as she rolls her hips against him.

She can feel how hard he is, she could feel that the whole walk upstairs, yet she still smirks to herself as she feels him against her, knowing its only her who has that effect on him. He lets out a deep moan, he wanted to try and hold some control over himself but the way she squirms under him, and not to mention how breathtaking she looks it just makes it all the harder for him.

"Behave" he tells her as she lets out a laugh "so needy" he smirks as he leans down and kisses her lips once as she kisses him back.

He uses one arm to hold himself up, yet his other hand wanders down her body, feeling her pert nipple under his shirt that she wears. She can't hold back the light moan that leaves her lips as he rocks his own hips against hers, desperate for more.

She keeps one hand on the back of his neck, yet her other travels down his body, her fingertips teasing along his abs that she can feel under the white t-shirt. She feels all the way down to the waistband of his shorts, normally she would tease him a bit, pull the band away just to let it sting back against his hip, feeling the tightness of his erection over the material but today she just can't.

She slips her hand into his shorts and boxers in one movement, immediately reaching down to take a hold of his thick base as he breaks away from her lips.

"Fuck" he moans out as he rests his forehead against hers, his eyes looking into hers but not missing the cheeky expression on her face as she slowly starts to work him.

"Feels good?" she asks as she runs her thumb over his tip, smearing the small bead of pre-cum back down his length as she picks up the pace.

She doesn't think she will ever get over how beautiful he is, yet in moments like this when he screws his eyes up tightly as his jaw goes slack she is sure he is the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. His hand that was once brushing against her nipple now pinches it between his finger and thumb as he finds himself bucking forward into her touch.

"Shit – yeah" he moans out as he struggles to get the words out as she keeps her grip firm and hard upon him as his eyes shoot open once more "baby if you don't stop I'm gonna cum".

She smiles at him "so cum for me then" she goads him as he moans again.

He can feel the pressure inside of him, but he tries his hardest to not cum so quickly "wanna fuck you though" he tells her as his head slips into the crease of her neck, breathing heavily at the feeling.

She digs her nails into the back of his neck as she turns her head slightly to talk directly into his ear "want you to cum first, then I want you to fuck me all night long" she smirks as she hears him moan at her words "missed you so much, I can't make myself cum like you can, so be a good boy and cum for me now so you can then make me cum".

Ben is sure that her mouth has gotten filthier since he's been away. He always knows whenever they are apart for a while that she gets like this but right now its like she knows all the words to say to get him to be like putty in her hands, literally.

"Fuck baby" he tells her as she feels him start to twitch in her hand "where do you want it?" he asks her as he bites down on her neck.

She smirks "wherever you want baby, just wanna taste you" she tells him as he groans before lifting his head out of her neck.

"Top off" he tells her as he reaches for his own shorts, dragging them down as she lets go off him momentarily as he picks up her pace.

She pulls the top off her body, leaving her naked from the waist up as her eyes go back to the way he works himself now, the flush to his cheeks prominent as he positions himself over her waist now, straddling her as she smirks at him.

"Push them together" he chokes out as he feels himself about to tip over the edge.

She smiles as she reaches for her boobs, pushing them together, knowing that this is one of his favourite ways to finish as she lays looking all doe eyed waiting for him as he curses under his breath as the first shot of cum shoots out his dick and paints her chest, as more and more follows.

Her name was moaned out from his lips as he slowly came down from his high, his eyes looking down at her as she slowly let's go of her boobs but instead of reaching for a tissue to wipe herself up she brings her cum coated fingers up to her mouth, sucking them in between her lips as he groans once more at the sight beneath him.

She smiles as she pulls them back out of her mouth "so you wanna play with me all night long or do you just wanna call it a night and snooze?" she asks him as he smirks at her.

"What do you think?" he says as he shifts back off her hips, pulling her underwear and resting himself between her thighs, still breathing deeply from his previous orgasm as he looks up at her.

His cum still coating her boobs, her fingers slowly tracing over the lines and bringing them up to her lips as her eyes look down at him. There is certainly no way he's missing out on this moment.

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Benjamin James Chilwell ✨boyfriend vibes✨

Part 2

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calvins or nothing - b.c

pairing: ben chilwell x model!reader; timothée chalamet x reader (platonic)

warning: slight smut at the end (blink and you'll miss it)

wc: 1.6k

a/n: anyone who knows me knows how i feel about timothée so thank you to @halaxxx, i had so much fun writing this and getting to incorporate my two fav things!

being a model isn’t as glitzy and glamorous as people think it is. It’s a cutthroat industry but for whatever reason, you were lucky enough to have landed in an agency that you loved and book shoots that were exciting. 

today was one of those days.

you were handpicked to shoot with timothée chalamet for his upcoming ‘calvins or nothing’ campaign. you were a huge fan of films so you’ve seen most of his work and loved them. you were told to keep a tight lip on the shoot because of timothée’s high profile so all you could tell ben chilwell, aka your boyfriend of 9 months, was that you were doing an underwear shoot. you might have left out the part that you’d be photographed with another man but there was no point in telling him since you couldn’t even tell him who it was.

at least that’s how you were trying to rationalize it in your head. truth is you didn’t want him to be worried about something he shouldn’t be. this comes with the job and sometimes it isn’t the ideal situation but it has been and always will be strictly professional.

you walked on set wearing your cover-up, just a simple bathrobe, before making your way to timothée who stood by himself scrolling through his phone. there was no way you were gonna spend the next hour with this guy being basically naked and not introduce yourself. he was already topless and in his jeans with his calvin briefs showing. 

“sorry to bother,” you began. “my name is y/n. i just wanted to introduce myself before we started the shoot.” 

his green eyes flicked up from his phone and in one motion he locked it, shoved it in his back pocket and stuck out his hand. “yes, hi! i’m timothée but you can call me timmy if you want.”

you shook his hand and smiled. “it’s nice to finally meet you! i love your films, especially your latest one, bones and all? it was phenomenal.”

he began shaking his head, his loose curls moving freely. “enough enough,” he nervously chuckled. 

“no, i mean it! me and my boyfriend were sobbing at the end of it. you ever seen a professional footballer cry at a film? it’s the funniest thing,” you laugh. yes, you had to make sure you subtly dropped the b-word in case the frenchman had any funny ideas.

“oh that’s sick! not the crying part but the boyfriend being a football player. what club does he play for?”

“chelsea,” you answered with a proud smile.

“you’re lying!” timothée eyes widened. “dude, that’s my team! who is it?!”

you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “It’s ben chilwell.”

“ah, what a guy!” 

“i know!” you sighed with content. “hey! you should totally come to a game whenever you’re back in the city. ben would love you!”

“i think i’d have a fangirl moment,” he whispered jokingly. 

it was then that the photographer announced that she was ready and turned on loud pop music. you took off your robe and handed it to an assistant behind the camera. the only clothing item you adorned was a white calvin klein underwear. this shoot was probably the most revealing one you’ve ever done but breaking the ice with timothée earlier took the edge off a little.

you and timothée stood against a grey backdrop and the photographer started firing off instructions. 

“closer together please!”

“yes! timothée, put your arm around y/n!”

“y/n, press yourself against him!”

you moved closer and put your boobs against timothée’s bare chest with only your nipple pasties creating a thin barrier.

you snaked your arms around his torso and arched your back the tiniest bit. “you can put your hand on my lower back,” you whispered. 

“oh, okay,” he moved his hand to your lower back with his fingers slightly grazing the top of your ass.

“OH YEAH, THAT’S THE MONEY SHOT!” the photographer yelled out which caused you and timothée to break out with laughter.

five outfit changes and hundreds of poses later, you were finally done for the day. you thanked the crew and made sure to grab timothée’s number because he seemed like a genuine guy and you were serious about the invite to a chelsea match.

with photoshoots, unless it’s in a magazine or a runway, you never know when the pictures drop so there wasn’t much time to prepare your boyfriend. to be fair there is never a good time for a man to see pictures of his girlfriend wrapped around another man while topless.

a couple months later, ben was getting ready for training when he felt his phone vibrate. he was getting a couple of twitter notifications so he opened the bird app. one tweet he was tagged in read: @BenChilwell ur gf is sooo hot wtf

ben smiled because he already knew that but the smile quickly faded as he pressed on the tweet and saw what they were referring to.

ben had forgotten how to breathe for a second. he couldn’t believe his eyes. here you were practically naked hugging timothée chalamet, one of the hottest stars in hollywood and one of your favourite actors.

he sat down before the empty locker room started to spin. when was this? why would you keep this from him? did you like being pressed up against timothée like that? did you enjoy it more than you did hugging him?

then rage hit him as he noticed timothée’s hand placement. how dare he placed his hand on your ass like that? didn’t he know that you had a boyfriend?

ben knew he was spiralling but he couldn’t help himself. this was probably the worst time to have seen this (it would have been better if he didn’t at all be honest) right before a full day of training.

he took a few deep breaths collecting himself before tying up his sneakers and heading to the gym. 

you didn't get many off days but when you did, you spent it at home in sweatpants and one of ben’s shirts. your day would have been better if you and ben never left the bed but duty called, the man had training. before he left, ben had made you a cup of tea just the way you liked it and gave you many sloppy kisses so you were content and completely oblivious to the fact that the calvin klein twitter account had put up your photos with timothée and the internet was eating it up.

you had a productive day cleaning the house, getting work done and reading nearly a hundred pages of your book. 

it was nearing 6 p.m. so you made your way to the kitchen, put on some post malone and got to work on dinner you and ben. it was about half an hour later and you were dancing to one of your favourite songs, candy paint, before the music stopped abruptly. 

“wh—oh hi bennny,” you turned around and saw your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen entrance holding your phone.

“i was listening to that, you know?” you shuffled over to him and took your phone out of his hand to resume the song but when you went in to kiss his cheek, he backed away. 

considering he still hadn’t made fun of your dancing and now avoided the kiss, you had a strong feeling that something was off. “babe, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know you tell me… or better yet i’ll ask timothée, you know, your new mate,” ben’s voice was filled with quiet rage.

“so the calvin klein campaign is out,” you stated.

“yes, it's out. for the whole world to see. and you’re fucking naked!” he was starting to raise his voice which he never did with you. 

“okay, we can discuss this like level headed adults or not at all because i won’t stand for you yelling at me,” you replied. you loved ben with your entire heart but there are some things you wouldn’t accept. “so do you want to talk about it?”

ben rubbed a tired hand over his face and nodded.

“okay, then let’s take this to the couch,” you suggested. you made sure you turned everything off in the kitchen before going to him.

you took a quick breath before you began. “ben my love, i am a model. this is my job. everything and everyone was professional to a t.”

“okay, cool. it’s your job, i get that and i support it, you know i do,"

you nodded because it was true. ben was your biggest fan and supported from the day you two began dating. he catually slid into your dms to tell you you looked great walking down a runway almost a year ago.

"what i can’t support is my girlfriend pressing her naked body on a man she told me was attractive not too long ago,”

“first of all, timmy is a friend—"

“timmy, yeah? you’re on a nickname basis with him?”

“let me finish… second of all, you are right,” you come clean. “i made a mistake not telling you that day because i didn’t want this, for us to argue over something so meaningless. i know now that i was only delaying the inevitable and i am sorry but timothée was nice and respectful and understood my boundaries,”

“boundaries? what boundaries? his hand was on your arse,” he scoffed.

“it was on my lower back,” you corrected him but leaned inro his ear to say, “because my ass is reserved only for you,” 

in a swift motion, ben had managed to pull you into his lap which made you laugh. you ran a hand through his dryish hair. “my ass, my heart. it’s all yours, ben james chilwell,”

he smiled for the first time that day. a relief washed over him hearing those sweat words but ben wanted to make a point. he trailed his fingers up your legs.

“so you’re absolutely not interested in timothée?” he questioned.

“how could i be when i have you?”

“good answer. tell me one more thing,” he said as his fingers made it to the top of your thighs and cupped your heat over your sweatpants. “what about this? who does this belong to?”

you let out a slight moan. “you...only you,”

“that’s what I thought,” he smirked before he captured your lips with a searing kiss. you kissed back with equal force while grinding on his hand.

within a matter of moments, what you two were arguing about was forgotten because all you really wanted to do was be wrapped up in each other.

hope you enjoyed x

p.s. pls look at this ben chilwell edit i found last night WITH A TIMOTHÉE INTRO?! it couldn't be more fitting lmao

u guys seem to like these intros #fyp #foryou #edit #benchilwell #benchilwelledit #bc21

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miss you 💙

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his such a kid 🤣🤣🤣

[xxenia14]

bought a chilly and a mase jersey at the beginning of the season hoping to wear one of them to my first ever chelsea match ☺️ thinking what could go wrong, if one got injured the other would definitely be on the pitch. yeah guess what, got tickets for the carabao cup final and BOTH of them are out bloody injured 🙄🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 whyyyyyy 🥺🥺

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Ben Chilwell - You're Not Sorry

Author's Note; For more of my stories please visit my Wattpad Account (link is in the Masterlist)

POV: Angst with Ben Chilwell

Contains: Angst

Music Choice: Taylor Swift – You're not Sorry

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'I'm just out with the lads'

'I don't know what time I'll be home, don't wait up'

'Oh that girl, she's a friend'

'We all went back to the hotel for an after party'

'Nah I didn't really speak to them much to be honest'

'I just crashed back at my room not long after we got back'

'I was alone'

Lies.

These were just a few of the lies that Ben had told me. Just a few of the things he said directly too my face, his eyes looking into mine as he let the words effortlessly slip from his lips.

It had been so easy for him to just recount his night, like something he had done so many times to me, but now it made me question everything.

Had he lied to me before?

What else had he lied about?

Why was it so easy to just lie to the woman you're supposed to love?

That thought hurt the most. It hurt so deep to know that someone who professes to love me more than anything could so willingly lie. Could so willingly look me in my eyes and just feed me lies upon lies as I eat every single one of them up.

It was sickening. It left me with a bitter taste in my mouth that I couldn't quite shift. No matter what else I did it lingered as a reminder to what was happening. It haunted me.

The worst part of it was that even when I questioned him on it all just moments ago, he still denied that he was lying.

"Baby I wouldn't do that to you" he told me as his hand reached for mine squeezing it as he let a soft smile spread over his lips "I love you so much".

The five words he would usually say that would shut me up, yet it didn't quite work this time. I had wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, I had wanted for him to tell me himself, tell me the information I already know. But he couldn't even do that.

The issue was later in the day after he had come home and told me the initial set of lies, after seeing some sketchy photos on some trashy tabloid of him and a few of his mates with a couple of girls on a night out up north, I had been sure to believe him.

I didn't think I had any reason not to, there had been many times I had seen him photographed in a large group with women included and I wasn't the jealous type.

We had been together for two years; we had been friends first and foremost and I knew how much he cared about his friends from first-hand experience. I was well aware of the fact that in his profession he would regularly have girls throw themselves at him. These stories came about so many times that I just brushed it off now.

However, this one had been different. While he was showering to get ready to take me out for dinner, something he used to always do if he had been away with the boys, I received an Instagram notification. It was someone wanting to send me a message, not an account I follow or who follows me.

I received these a lot, when you date a premier league footballer you have a lot of brands and scams contacting you. As well as a lot of fans, so you have to be wary. However on this occasion I clicked on the message and that's when my heart stopped.

A selection of photos and videos were sent to me, ones from Ben in the club dancing, his hands round the waist of the woman in the photos, one of Ben downing shots, his arm around her shoulders. One of Ben in the taxi singing along with his friends, yet his arm was once again wrapped around her, while her hand was on his thigh.

Then I saw it the one of him and her kissing, his hands cupping her jaw as hers wrapped around him. The next one looked like a selfie though and that one might have killed me more. It was taken in bed, just the two of them. A photo of her extended arm, his naked body, from what I could see, pressed against her naked back, as his arms wrapped around her, both smiling at the camera, bloodshot eyes and a flush to their skin.

I almost dropped my phone, it slipped as I came to terms with what I was seeing. He had lied to me, directly to my face, he had lied to me.

The message read;

Hey, I'm really sorry that I'm the one who is sending this to you, but my friend slept with Ben last night and I didn't realise he had a girlfriend until I looked him up today and I just couldn't not tell you. I am so sorry, I told my friend to tell you as it was only right but she wouldn't, but I just couldn't keep this from you. I know you don't know me and you might think I'm crazy but I thought you have a right to know. Also sorry that I sent you these photos first before messaging, I was in such a panic with everything and I have probably made this worse but I just didn't know what to do, xxx

My stomach felt physically sick, I reread the message over and over again, thinking how this one weak link in his chain of lies had snapped and here it was out in the open. But the worst part of it was the fear that this really wasn't the first time this could have happened.

He had used these excuses so many times before but maybe this time he was actually found out.

He came downstairs not long after, freshly showered, hair slicked back and a smart outfit on, ready to go.

"Are you ready baby?" he asked with a smile as he pulled his shoes out to put them on.

"Just one minute" I replied as I stood up from my seat "sorry to ask this again but nothing happened with you and any of those girls last night right?" I asked the question again, knowing the truth this time around.

"Baby I wouldn't do that to you" he told me as his hand reached for mine squeezing it as he let a soft smile spread over his lips "I love you so much".

That was when I felt something change in me. I pulled my hand back slowly, as I walked around him, reaching for a pair of trainers, instead of the heels I had picked out to wear with my skirt and top. He flinched slightly as I moved away, watching carefully as I put the trainers on my feet with a frown.

As I sat on the bottom step pulling the last of my trainer on my foot, I checked in my handbag, my car keys and purse sitting there as I picked up my bag and put it on my shoulder. I opened up my phone before standing, Ben still stood watching me as I clicked on things, before locking it.

A ding rung out from Ben's phone as his eyes looked at the locked screen and then back at me, a slight smirk on his lips "why are you texting me when I'm right here beautiful?" he asked still smirking until he unlocked his phone and the colour drained from his face almost instantly.

On a WhatsApp message from me was the screenshot message from the girl, plus all the photos and videos she had sent me, all for him to see. His eyes stayed glued to his phone not daring to look up, not daring to move as he realised he had been found out.

I stood from my seated position, adjusting my skirt as I turned to walk towards the front door.

"Baby please wait" Ben called out, his eyes now searching for mine as he reached out for my arm "I'm sorry" he choked out, finally caught, finally having to admit the truth that he should have done in the first place.

I yanked my arm out of his grip "You're not sorry" I spat back at him as I lowered my voice "you're just sorry you've been caught out".

I reached for the door handle and let myself out, stepping down the steps and onto the gravel as I walked towards my car. I didn't glance behind me even as I got inside and started the engine, pressing the button on the fob for the gate to open up.

It was only as I drove through them that I caught a glimpse of him in the rear-view mirror, stood at the top of the steps, watching me leave and all I could think to myself was no matter how many apologies I would receive, how many grand gestures he would send my way, how many times he would beg and plead with me, that I knew the truth. I knew what to say back to him each time.

'You're not sorry'

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Ben Chilwell - Love You Goodbye

POV: You go and pick your stuff up from your Ex Ben's house.

Contains: Fluff, Angst

Music Choice: One Direction – Love You Goodbye

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It had been 3 weeks since our argument, words said that we can't take back, too much distance created between us now to repair what we once had. Both of us wrong, both of us right, both too stubborn to apologise to one another.

We had decided that it was time to call time on us, both unsure of what the future holds. Its impossible to know if after all that we have been through we can still be friends? I couldn't keep going round this merry-go-round that we were on. Hurting one another was the last thing I wanted to do yet it kept happening, it never changes, it just gets better for a while and then we dip back into this cycle.

Its like they say everything that's good comes to an end.

I had been out with my family and lost track of time, knowing I was meant to be heading to Ben's to pick up the last of my bits as planned. I jump into my car, still dressed in today's dress, a strappy blue dress that skims against my thighs, a denim jacket and some Nikes and I make the short drive to Ben's house. A chance to say goodbye, face to face, no arguments. Then we would go our separate ways.

When I get here, I can see he has the front door open ready for me. I get out of the car and make my way inside the place that was my home.

"Hey" I call out shutting the door behind me. I hear the echo around the rooms, the silence in the once happy and warm house.

"Hey" I hear as I see the familiar figure appear down the staircase. His hair messy, his stubble a little bit longer, a tight fitted white tee and some grey lounge shorts.

I smile at the sight of him, he looks incredible, he always did, but when he is dressed like that, he makes me just want to wrap my arms round him. I need to stay strong.

"Thanks for letting me come by" I say, keeping eye contact with him.

"You don't need to thank me" he laughs "its practically your house, you are welcome whenever, you know that" he says with a faint smile.

"Have you been out somewhere nice?" Ben continues, gesturing to my outfit.

"Ah yeah, family lunch, overran a little bit so didn't have time to get changed" I remark

"You look good, that's always been my favourite dress of yours" he smiles.

I think to myself about when I wore it last and it hits me, it was when we went Ibiza and he planned for us to go on a yacht trip at night, to watch the sunset, have dinner and just be together. We ended up making love on the deck looking out at sea. That was this dress, why did I wear this today? I hadn't even thought about it when I threw it on in a rush this morning.

I can feel a little bit of tension in the room, aware that Ben was probably replaying exactly what I was, seeing the way his tongue licked his lips, making me do the same. I break the silence.

"Is that all my stuff?" I say pointing towards a neatly piled collection of boxes and bags.

"Yeah, I think its most of it, I'm not sure" he says scratching the back of his head.

I walk over to the pile and lean down, looking through the top bag, a selection of clothes sit on the top and then underneath the scrapbook Ben made for me. I reach inside and pick it up, flicking through a few of the pages.

The love we had would always be unforgettable, it was a love only we could understand. It looked perfect from the outside, it was like we almost held the whole world in our hands, before we let it slip, before the world came crashing down around us. I see our smiling faces in the pictures, the tickets and wristbands from the events we had been to, the love letters Ben had written me that I had kept in here too. All the places we have been, all the nights we have had. My heart is well and truly breaking, I don't know how much longer I can stay in here before I crack.

"Some good memories" his voice sounds from behind.

I stand to my feet "There sure was" I smile at him.

"Do you want some help taking it to the car, or do you think you can stay for a drink or something?" Ben rambles, feeling as nervous as I am.

"Urm, I'd love the help, I mean, I could possibly stay for just a quick drink, I guess" I say.

He smiles and I do too, we both reach down for the boxes and bags, practically bumping into one another, nearly knocking me off my feet. Ben wraps his arms around me to steady me. His lips inches away from me, his eyes looking into mine as I feel his fingers keeping contact with my skin. I lick my lips as I breathe him in. He leans towards me, and his lips touch mine so delicately, so gently.

He pulls back and I lean forward to him, this time my lips connecting with his with more force, more passion. Just one more taste of his lips to bring back those memories, those feelings. My hands wrap around him as he tangles his hand in my hair keeping me close to him. When we pull away from our kiss, we are both breathless, foreheads touching, hands still holding each other.

I look up at him as his eyes lock with mine before he speaks.

"I know that this is over, I know we said we would let each other go but please, stay the night" he whispers to me "if tomorrow you won't be mine, then at least let me have all of you one last time, let me remember the feeling of making love to you, holding your body close to me, waking up next to you" He kisses my lips once "At least we could end it right"

I smile at him as he kisses my lips once more before I follow him up the stairs for our final goodbye to us.