I need to apologize to MidnightBunny, cuz I thought that it was Junebug who suggested 'just like fire' for Sokeefe, but no, it was MidnightBunny. Sorry.

Oh, and this is my first Lylie! I'm so excited even though it's gonna turn out like crap!

Also suggested by MidnightBunny. Thank you! And again, really, really sorry.

When I arrived, Wylie was already there.

"Hey, Linh." he flashed his usual perfect smile. Even in the dimly litted night, I saw his beautiful features perfectly.

"Hi, Wylie." I glanced at the blanket neatly spread on the grass and a telescope next to it. "Why did you need me here?" I asked, walking closer towards him. Every step that brought me closer also made my heartbeat pound faster.

"You know, I just wanted to repay you, about how you helped me heal with the water coccoon and all, after..." he trailed off, gesturing randomly, but I know what he's meaning. "So... stargazing." he grinned. I couldn't help but to smile back.

"I've never been stargazing before," I scratched the back of my neck as butterflies overwhelmed my stomach when he led me to the blanket. "but I always wanted to."

"Well, today's your day! Or, night." he said, shrugging at the star-splattered sky, and I couldn't help but to giggle like the silly, lovesick girl I am. He grabbed my wrist and led me to the blanket. Closer, I could see that it was yellow.

It's just a coincidence that it's my favorite color, right?

We sat down, and I could smell him; drifts of chocolate and leather. I couldn't help but to notice how close we were, how I could hear his breathing as he manuevered the telescope around. But he didn't seem bothered by it, so I figured that I shouldn't, either.

"Not to brag," he started, finally settling the telescope on it's final position. "But I happen to be the guy who aced the Universe. Literally point to any constellation, and I can tell you all about it."

I took it as a challenge, gazing into the tiny hole of the device. "Um, tell me about that one where the red one and the blue one are together." I turned the telescope to him, and he peered in to look. It gave me a chance to inspect his fine features; his jawline, his perfect nose that curved and edged just right, and how adorable he looked as he squinted.

"Uh, that one..." as he talked, I snapped out of my fangirling phase as if I was under a spell. "Violet Flame." he leaned back and started tracing the air. To see from his perspective, I leaned in closer, laying down on the blanket next to him. Only when Wylie slid his arm around my shoulders did I notice how close we were, and... I liked it. Loved it, actually, but I shifted my focus to the stars. As my eyes followed his finger movement, I could see what stars he was connecting, all the stars aligning to reveal a hidden shape of a bonfire.

"Tell me the background story of it." I breathed, not taking my eyes off of the art displayed in the night.

"Once upon a time..." he started, and I changed my vision back to him. As his deep, powerful voice continued, I couldn't help but to be mesmerized by his everything. How his powerful muscles moved as he pointed to each showcase of light, yet how gently he held me, how his ocean blue eyes twinkle as he spun the story, how soft his lips look, how-

"Linh?"

I'm sucked out of my mental void. "Hmm?"

A coy smile crept onto those flawless lips. "Were you even listening?"

My face heated up with embarrassment. "Sorry." I looked away, not wanting him to see my flushed face. I knew I'm not the prettiest when my face is tomato red.

"It's fine." he cleared his throat a couple of times, and he sat up. For a moment, I thought that he was going to leave because he was offended that I wasn't listening, but my concerns disappeared in an instant when he took my hand. I sat up as well.

"You know, I can't sleep very well these days." he caressed his thumb over mine, and it instantly became sweaty. Darn it.

"Should I be concerned?" I didn't leave my eyes from our connecting hands.

"I don't know." he let out a small sigh. "I can't stop dreaming about the things we could be."

My heart dropped then exploded with a hurricane of hope.

"I'm in love with you, Linh."

I stared at him, stunned at what just happened.

"When I was stuck in that bed, all wounded and tortured, you made me want to live. Not just to survive this, get it over with, but to live. You make me want to live, Linh." he shifts closer a fraction of an inch. "I could lie, saying that I want to live normally, saying that I don't want to be bold." something shifted in his eyes. Something hungry. "It's like I'm drowning. Everytime I see you, I feel like I'm drowning. And it makes me want to fly."

He started leaning towards me, fluttering his eyes closed. I felt a gravitational pull, felt my body lean towards him, wanting him... then,

"I'm sorry, Wylie."

He flung his eyes open, and it felt like I was drowning to see his hurt showing through his eyes. "What?"

"I... I'm a twin." I shook my head. "I'll be a bad match. I'm sorry. I'm doing this for you." Blood rushed up to my head as I stood up too fast. I stumbled away from him, away from the amazing thing that could have happened.

"Linh-"

"You deserve someone better." I swiped at a loose strand of a teardrop. "I- I love you, too, but I'm not the one for you, and I'm really, really sorry that this is happening, and I just- you don't deserve to be a bad match." the tears just kept coming.

And I couldn't move.

"You love me, too?" Wylie carefully asked, standing up, allowing me to, once again, gaze at those muscles shift under the clothes. I realize that it's something that I will never have. "You really feel the same way for me?"

I violently nodded. "Yes." I whispered.

He closed the distance between us. Even as he moved, his telekinetic hold on my feet didn't falter. We were inches apart- no- centimeters apart as he looked into my eyes with such intensity that I couldn't help but to feel a shiver crawl down from my spine.

"Then nothing else matters." he reached up to cup my chin in his big hands, and I felt so powerless. "Absolutely nothing matters if we love each other, Linh." he moved one hand behind my back to pull me closer, as if we weren't already close, and I couldn't function.

My breath hitched as he lowers his mouth to reach mine. "Tell me to stop when you want." he whispered, his lip barely brushing against mine, giving me one last chance to back out.

Three seconds of silence and uneven breathing passed, and he dived in.

I was instantly dazed, stars exploding in my eyes. I felt my hands grab his shirt, and I couldn't tell if I was pushing him away or pulling him closer. His hands left my chin to travel to my neck and to my back, taking me all in. My hands navigate up, to run them through his ridiculously soft hair. He let out a soft groan, and his body started caving into mine.

It's too much, it's not enough, it's perfect, it's ugly, it's feral, it's wild, it's... us. It's us.

And I know that we'll be counting stars every night.

Okay... I feel like I got off topic from 'Counting Stars'...

What else should I do?