On The Run With James Dean [UNDER RECONSTRUCTION]

Twenty Four - "I've never done this before."

My fingers played with the 'wedding' ring on my hand as I laid on the uncomfortable motel bed. We had put them on because Gary had said it would be best, but we've had no situation where anyone asked us about being married, so they've ended up being pointless.

But neither of us have taken them off. At all. Even in the cabin where we didn't need to be wearing them, we still didn't take them off.

To be honest, I liked wearing it. Not in a 'i want to marry Killian' kind of way, but more that wearing it made me feel safe and connected me to him.

Until my mom died, she was my protector. She always made me feel safe and secure. It wasn't that my dad hadn't been able to do that, because, as embarrassing as he may be at the dinner table, I couldn't have had a better father. Aside from the whole lying about being a fed, thing, he's done everything to help me deal with my moms death and be the person I went to if i was upset.

But then I met Killian. And in the short space of time between meeting him and now, he's made me feel as safe and secure as my mom did. He's made me feel like I'm the most valuable thing on earth that he would die protecting.

I looked to my right where Killian was lying next to be on the bed. He had the arm closest to me behind his head and his eyes were closed. He'd taken his tshirt off when we came to the motel and tried his best to clean the blood off with bathroom soap. I laid there watching his bare chest rise and fall with each breath. Watching him lying there, peaceful and calm, made me feel peaceful and calm.

I moved over and cuddled into to his body and he took his arm from behind his head and placed it under my own head before lightly playing with my hair.

"Sugar, I can I talk to about something?" He said after a while. Something about what he said made my heart start beating faster. And not in a good way.

"Is there something wrong? I asked.

"No, it's just, I know with everything that's happened in the last few days, and what just happened and how we came so close to... I need to tell you something. But the thing is - I've never done this before, so.. I need you to bare with me, okay?"

"Okay." I said, nodding my head.

"Because of everything that has happened, I started to realise something. Something that, if I'm honest, I kind of knew deep down since we first went on the run but I didn't recognise what it was.." He stopped himself and took a deep breath. He was talking nervously and I have to admit it was kind of adorable.

"I'm sorry, like I said I've never done this before so I don't want you to think I'm being an idiot." He said. He shifted his body so that we were facing eachother. I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me.

"Please, I need to say this... I think you're incredible. I've never met a girl like you before. The way you've handled all of this is amazing and although I hate that his is how I got to know yoi and discover how amazing you are, it makes me sort of glad, in a strange way, that it happened because I got to be with someone as astounding as you."

My heart was hammering I'm my chest and my eyes were filling up as I was listening to the words he was saying. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before.

"Then last night, when you came to my room... I've never felt like that before. It's never felt like it did last night, with you. Not ever. I don't know what that means but I do know that I don't want to let it go. I don't want to let you go.

"I'm rambling now, I know, but my point is that I know that usually there's an order to how these things normally go and so I should be asking you out on a date, but, nothing about any of this is normal and I know it's selfish on my part, but I want to skip that step and go straight to the next one and ask you if... uh... you would be my girlfriend?"

I couldn't stop the smile on my face from developing or the monstrous amount of butterflies taking residence in my stomach. This man; this incredible, sweet, thoughtful and gorgeous man wants ME to be his girlfriend.

But I couldn't just tell him 'yes'. He took a chance in opening up his heart and telling me how he felt - the least I could do was do the same

"I guess it's my turn now." I said. I sat up on the bed and Killian did the same before it was my turn to take a deep breath.

"Yesterday, when you lead me into the living room to dance, and i saw what you had done for me... I realised that I never wanted to leave your side. I mean I don't want our lives to be in danger or anything but, if being on the run from those guys means I get to spend more time being with you then I'll find a way to be okay with it.

Spending this time with you has been insane, but I've never felt more protected and safe than I have with you. And then last night was... i can't even find the words to describe how i felt; how you made me feel. I know this is going to sound so cheesy and clichéd but, it was perfect.

And i meant what I said to you last night, too - it was incredible. You're incredible, Killian. And you're right, there is usually a way to do these things but I don't want to do them either. I just want to be able to call myself your girlfriend." I bit the inside of my mouth with nerves.

He had literally just told me he wants me and yet there was still a puddle of nerves in my stomach; scared he was going to burst into laughter and tell me it was a joke all along.

But he didn't. He grabbed my head with both of his hands and crashed his lips into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me as hard as I could.

Before I knew it, our clothes were on the floor and our bodies connected again. The sounds of our heavy breathing and groaning filled the room, along with the rattling and squeaking of the, probably decades old, motel bed.

Our ecstacy was interrupted by the pounding on the wall from behind the bed, with a muffled voice along with it.

"KEEP THE NOISE DOWN - PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"

It was all we needed for us to collapse into a fit of laughter. And not just a little one - I'm talking full on, belly shaking, tears streaming down our faces, laughing. I think it was all of the stress we'd been through, coming up to the surface.

Killian slid his body from mine onto the bed next to me, as our laughter died down and we spent the next few hours in that same position on the bed talking and laughing about random things.

Then Killian's phone rang.