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"I really like you too, Stevie." He whispered back, one hand still lost in her blonde curls as the other gently rubbed her lower back.

Slipping one arm around his neck, she pushed herself up on her tip toes as he wrapped his arm around her waist a little tighter. "You're not just saying that, right?" Stevie was obviously a little nervous, but not nearly as much as she originally thought she would be when she knocked on his door.

It felt comfortable.

Shaking his head, Lindsey's eyes kept scanning over her face, admiring every feature before he kissed the top of her nose. "I wouldn't tell you that if I didn't mean it." He was being honest... He wasn't sure he'd ever been that enticed with anyone, let alone someone he'd known a total of four days.

Her one hand met his creek, cradling his face as she brought his eyes back to hers. "I believe you..." Stevie's voice was quiet- just above a whisper.

Swallowing hard, Lindsey suddenly was the one feeling a little shy... That never happened anymore. "Do you want a glass of wine or-"

"No," she cut him off as a soft giggle escaped her. "I want you to kiss me again." She admitted, letting out a deep laugh when his lips immediately met hers.

"Oh, good." He smirked lightly before he let out a faint chuckle.

She pulled away for just a second, letting her long coat hit the floor to reveal the form fitting red dress she'd been hiding all evening. "It's been a really long time since I've felt this way..." she told him, another very soft giggle filling the air around them when he reached out to take her hand in his.

"You are so beautiful." Lindsey's heart was racing again as he held her by the hips.

Stevie's two hands fell right on his cheeks as she brought his lips back down to hers. "So are you, Lindsey."

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"Are you okay?" He whispered down to her as he continued to run his fingers through her long blonde hair.

She had her head on his chest, eyes closed as she listened to the sound of the fireplace crackle mixed with the beating of his heart. "It's been so long since I've felt that wanted." She admitted, biting down on her bottom lip as it started to tremble.

He paused for a second, wanting to ask her why she was even married if that's how she felt, but also not wanting to upset her either.... He didn't want to ruin that moment, not in the slightest.

"I missed you today." Lindsey was a little reluctant to tell her that- not because it wasn't true, but because he was worried that it would be too hard for her to believe..

He didn't want to weird her out, but after spending the last four days together, almost the entirety of his trip so far, Lindsey was really bored and lonely.

He really missed her company.

She pushed herself up only enough to look down at him. "I missed you." She really did, even though she knew it was wrong, especially when she was supposed to be enjoying the presence of her husband...

It didn't feel irrational though, not like she thought it would. She didn't feel guilty or like she had done anything that hadn't been done to her... It was weird.

"Can we watch a movie?" She whispered a moment later as a little smirk danced across her sweet face.

Lindsey couldn't help but chuckle, nodding his head as he felt her sit up on the couch. "We can do whatever you want, pretty woman." He assured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when she slipped off the sofa in his white button up shirt that he'd given her to wear.

"What is wrong with you?" She wondered as she trailed towards the television stand, where a thousand old VHS movies were stacked up. "I mean," she let out a little laugh, backtracking immediately. "Why do you seem so perfect...?" she recounted as she slowly sat down on her knees to pick out what they were going to watch.

Lindsey let out a chuckle, pushing himself up to stand. "I'm far from perfect." He assured, shaking his head lightly as he headed into the small kitchen area of the room. "But I've learned from a lot of my mistakes." He pulled out the two glass cups, using his other hand to hold up the bottle of wine, silently asking if she wanted some.

Nodding her head, she turned back to the television to push the tape in. "I find it hard to believe someone divorced you." She knew it wasn't her place to ask or talk about that sort of thing, but she felt so connected to him, especially after what they had shared.

Lindsey's heart sank instantly, but instead of making it obvious, he poured the white wine into the glasses and smiled softly. "I think it's crazy your husband doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated." He wasn't as nervous to say that, because he knew it was true.

He would have been damned if his wife ran a business all alone on the other side of the country and he only got to see her once or twice a year...? It would have driven him nuts, but that was just him.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she slowly ventured back to the couch and curled up with a throw blanket as the beginning previews began to roll on the television. "Tom's first wife left him with two kids under the age of two..." she announced in a low tone of voice as her mind began to drift back in time. "A new born baby, an eighteen month old and he had no idea how to raise them." Stevie's eyes followed Lindsey back through the room, a soft smile on her face when he sat down right next to her and handed her a glass. "I met him a couple of weeks before she moved out and six months later we were married." She wasn't always thrilled to admit that she didn't have the ideal marriage, but something about that story just embarrassed her a tad bit more.

Lindsey left a soft kiss on the side of her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You're a strong woman." He told her.

She chuckled, shaking her head in disagreement. "I have never been strong enough to leave." She admitted as the tears slowly began to fill the brims of her brown eyes. "Not after he told me that he didn't want any more kids, not after the first affair, not after my move out here and not now... when we have absolutely nothing in common but our last name."

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