Author's note: well my laptop has been acting funny and I think it my break. If it does break, I'll have to wait till feburary to get it fix. (everything I need in life is in feburary) so I'm posting the last chapter so you guys don't have to wait.

1 year later.

Clare was sitting alone in the library when I walked. The librarian had left the room for a minute and the last kid got up and left a moment later. Clare was sitting at a round table, her head bent over a book.

I smiled as I approached her. I covered her eyes with me hands. "Guess who?"

"Hmm," she played along. "Let's see, these hands are smooth and soft. And that voice. It sounded really sexy and loving. Could it be Eli?"

I laughed and took my hands away before kissing the top of her hair. "Happy Anniversary,"

"Eli, that was yesterday," she laughed.

"I know that," I snapped. I remember the dinner we had last night. It was only a little compared to what we had planned. "But we're celebrating tonight,"

I trailed my kisses down to her neck. "You're still coming over, right?"

"Mhmm," she tried to sound calm about it, but she didn't. I kissed down her neck. "Eli, we're gonna get caught,"

I ignored her and bit the spot on her neck right below her jaw line. My name came out of her mouth in a moan. I liked that. "Then don't be so loud," I whispered against her fresh hickey.

She stood up. "You better stop,"

"Or what?" I challenged, waking forward, making her walk backwards until she hit the book shelf.

"We're gonna get in trouble," she whispered.

I sighed. "You're right,"

She looked up at me with a smug look. I laughed.

I grabbed Clare's hips and pulled them against my own before I kissed her, making sure my tongue touched every part of her mouth before I let her go. She fell back against the bookshelf.

I smiled. "I'll see you after school so we can begin our sleepover,"

I turned and walked out of the library before she could respond.

Since it was a new year, I didn't have the same schedule as last years. Neither did Clare and this time we didn't have any classes together. We only had lunch. That led to us skipping school a lot more. You can expect us to go a whole day without seeing each other.

We have been together for a year and we couldn't be more in love. Next year, I was working at The Dot instead of going to college so I didn't have to leave her. And that way, when she graduated, I'd have more money so to go college with and we could go together. She felt bad that she was making me miss college because she had to be in school, but there was no way I was going away for year. I could barley take a day without her.

School couldn't go slower. Especially today, since I knew Clare was coming over after school. My parents were out of town. I didn't know where they were, but I didn't care. Clare and I had the house to ourselves and she was spending the night.

I still respected her wishes of the purity ring. We still kissed and got pretty close to sex, but we've never done it yet. I had condoms, only because I knew how easy it was to get caught up in the moment, but we never planned on using them.

School went by slow and boring and when the final bell rang, I went to my locker and put my whole bag in. I walked out to Morty, where Clare was waiting patiently against his hood.

I ran up to her and picked her up. I lifted her up onto the hood of Morty and began kissing her. She locker her ankles around my back and her fingers in my hair.

I pulled back and pulled her off the hood. "You ready to start our celebration?" I asked taking her hand.

"Let's go,"

We got in Morty and I took off. First we drove to Clare's house and she got her stuff to stay the night and then we drove to my house.

Her parents had learned to like me better. They accepted that I wasn't going to rape her and it actually became better. I was able to go to her house and be in her room as long as the door was open. My parents always loved Clare and nothing's changed there.

Clare's parents still didn't know she was sleeping over, though.

We pulled into my drive way and I opened the door for her. We walked up to my room. She set her stuff down and sat on my bed. I turned my iPod on low to our song and grabbed her gift before sitting down next to her.

"So are you ready for you present?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes,"

I gave her the velvet box and watched her face as she opened it. She gasped when she saw it and the smiled. "Eli, it's so pretty,"

"Thank you,"

She touched the necklace I got her. It was silver and had 1 year on it. The chain connected through the top of the 1 and the r. The letters all connected and the words were filled with a thousand tiny crystals the sparkled in even a hint of sunlight.

She took the necklace out and fastened it around her neck. The 1 year hung right below her collar bone.

When she turned to look at me, butterflies hit my stomach like always. Even after a year, and her eyes could still stop me in my tracks. "Are you ready for your gift?" she asked, nervously.

I nodded.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small sack. It was made of velvet and was tied close with two brown strings.

"Open it," she whispered.

I untied the brown cords and dumped the contents of the bag into my palm. It was a purity ring that matched hers exactly. She wanted me to wear this? I had already promised her we wouldn't have sex till marriage, why did I need to wear this?

I looked up at her and she looked so…scared. Maybe scared wasn't the right word. More like vulnerable. "You got me a purity ring?" I asked.

"No," she whispered, blushing. "That's my purity ring,"

I glanced down at her now empty finger. "Clare, you don't have to do this,"

"I know. I want to," she leaned down and kissed my neck.

"You have beliefs," I stated. She pulled back to look me in the eyes. My stomach turned.

"Eli, my beliefs say I shouldn't have sex until marriage. Well, marriage only means I'm going to stay with someone forever," she moved closer to me. "I already know I'm going to stay with you forever,"

"Clare, I know that, but we don't have to have sex to prove it,"

She began kissing my neck again. Something about her not having the ring on her finger made it a lot harder to argue with her.

"We aren't proving anything by having sex. I love you, Eli, and tonight's the night,"

"Okay," I said defeated. "But if at all you wanna stop you have to tell me. I won't get mad. Or if I hurt you,"

"I promise," her hands reached the buttons of my shirt and the same time she reached my lips. I began to push her on her back.

This wasn't about just having sex. This wasn't about pressure or going as far as we possibly can. This was about loving Clare with every part of me and every ounce of my body. This was about our love being so strong that when it was time, it was still about love. This wasn't about anything dirty or nasty. This wasn't about lust. It was about love.

I was gentle. I was careful. Kissing her lightly and having gentle hands. I didn't want to hurt her.

I entered slowly, and as gentle as I could. A few tears escaped her eyes that I immediately caught with my lips. "I'm so sorry," I whispered against her face.

"It's okay," she gasped. "It's supposed to hurt, right?" her hands held tightly and dug into my back.

"Your first time," I murmured. I hated seeing her in any kind of pain, but this was worse because I caused it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Don't be," she sighed against my cheek. "It stopped hurting,"

"Can I move?" I asked, still being absolutely still.

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Slowly, please,"

"Of course,"

I tried to go as slow as I could, gently pulling out and going back in, watching her face distort in pain.

Eventually, she stopped clenching her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. Her breathing began to increase and soft moans were coming out of her mouth. Fire burned through me when the moans turned into my name and I couldn't help but move a little fast.

Her fingers were tangled in my hair and she pulled me closer to her so she could kiss me.

And when it was over, I just held her against my chest, hearing her breath go back to normal. I held her close and tight and told her how much I loved her.

She didn't say anything back and I thought she'd fallen asleep.

I stayed up, holding her and thinking.

Clare was forever mine. I had made that claim and I felt like she made her claim on me. Even though, it wasn't my first time, it was my first real time. First time the love was real. I don't know what my other girlfriend was. Hormones, maybe? It didn't matter. This was my first time in my eyes and when I looked back on it, I would remember Clare as my first.

So suddenly, Clare began sobbing against my chest uncontrollably. I immediately knew why. My hands stayed frozen on her back and I couldn't move.

I felt horrible with myself. Disgusted with myself. If I could, I would have killed myself right then. I hated myself, hated myself so much that I suddenly felt sick. How could I be so stupid? I let my stupid male hormones get in the way and now I had to pay by hearing Clare cry. And I had to know this was my fault.

She regretted it.

It was the only explanation to why she was crying. I felt like puking. I wished to die. I prayed to die. Hate with myself filled my whole body and she cried, her tears creating pools against my chest. They felt like acid against my skin.

She pulled herself closer to me and continued crying.

"Clare," I whispered, horrified. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I-"

"Sorry?" she cut off. She pulled herself up to look me in the eyes. Her tears still fell from her eyes unstoppable. "Do you regret it?" she blubbered out.

"No, not at all. But you do," I whispered.

"No I don't, Eli. I don't regret it. It was amazing and wonderful and you were perfect and gentle and sweet and caring and you showed your love and I love you,"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Then why are you crying?"

She shook her head. "You'll laugh at me,"

"No, I wont," I promised. "Tell me why you're crying. Did I hurt you?"

"No, I just told you, you were gentle and kind and caring and wonderful and-"

'Then why are you crying?" I asked.

"Because I'm in love,"

Despite my promise, I let out a little giggle. "You're in love so you're crying?"

"Yes. I was just listening to you heart and thinking about you and us and I realized I love you so much that it's not human and nobody could ever amount to you and how perfect you are and how perfect we are and my love was just building up inside of me so much that I just started crying. I'm not sad at all. I've never been this happy. I don't know why I'm crying. I just feel so much love inside of me that this is the only way out,"

I pulled her into my chest against and shook her back and forth. "Oh, Clare," I whispered. "Please don't cry. Even if they are happy tears, I don't like it. I love you, too. So much more than I ever thought I could and I couldn't describe a better or wonderful or perfect girl. You're made for me. You're my soul mate and I never ever want to lose you no matter what. You're all I want,"

She began crying again. "Eli, I love you so much,"

"I love you, too,"

I held her and since I knew it wasn't because she regretted what we did, I felt ten times more better. I still didn't enjoy her crying, but knowing it was over the love she had for me, it made it better.

"Eli, can I tell you something?" she asked when she was in control.

I leaned into her lips and kissed her, tasting her tears. "Sure,"

"I still have painful butterflies,"

Now that she mentioned it, I could feel my butterflies forming an angry mob I my stomach.

"I know, so can I,"

"I think that's what are entire relationship is,"

I laughed. "Butterflies,"

She leaned up to me and I kissed her again. "Butterflies," she agreed.

She laid her head back on my chest and I held the girl I loved closer and closer in my arms, as I would forever and ever.

Author's note: okay, so how did you guys think of the ending? Too lame? Cheesy? Perfect? Lol, idk.

Now prepare yourself for a super long note:

I said in the beginning of this book that it was all written out and I was just posting it bit by bit. WELL I have a sequel that's written out to this book. It's called "A Different Kind Of Butterflies" and a few things differently happen. I'm not gonna give too much away BUT *hint hint* someone my be having a baby. So do you guys think a sequel will be good and I should post it? Even if you don't review a lot or don't wanna say anything about "Butterflies" at least let me know if I should post the sequel. I kinda like it? Thank you guys for reading this book. I love you all! Merry Christmas!

~Karlee