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In the parking deck he swiftly pulled me down from his truck and my hand into his.

The tension was thick, his arms found my waist in the elevator and he pulled my back against his chest. "Please, don't be scared of me? I'm not going to try anything, okay?" he questioned softly trying to reassure me. His breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my skin, his tight hold on me......my breath caught and a shiver ran through me, just as the elevator opened.

He showed me around the apartment with my hand in his.

The view from the balcony had my attention, bright moon and crashing waves in the sand. I shivered when his arms found my waist and smiled up at him.

"What are you thinking?" he asks softly, pulling his hands from my waist and placing them on the railing. We were facing each other, his arms on either side of me and I was pressed against the railing, with his forehead leaned down on mine. I shivered from his closeness and the breeze rolling off the beach below. Grabbing a hold of his shoulders, I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. "Dylan...." I whisper against him as his grip tightened on me. When I looked up at him, biting my lower lip, his breath caught and he pulled his lips to mine, soft and slow. His tongue found mine and I moaned into his lips as his hands quickly grew stronger, pulling me closer.

I broke away, needing to breath. he ran his hands up and down my back as we caught our breath.

I almost stopped breathing, so close to him, but instead I closed my eyes as he pulled me into his chest. I'm not sure how long we stood there, swaying back and forth, there was no music- just us. I heard him take a deep breath and his grip on my lower back tightened. God it felt good.

Slowly he picked me up. bridal style, and sat on the couch.

On into the movie, I was leaning on him, his arms around me, my back to his chest. I excused myself to the bathroom, and took a few deep breaths, just standing here leaning on the sink. Tension was thick, I wasn't sure if I needed to let it go for tonight? Or if he was waiting on me to talk to him?

Upon returning, I sat down as I placed the cokes I'd grabbed us from the fridge. I could feel him staring as I drank. "Why did you move?" He questioned puzzled looking down at me."I...I thought... I don't know..." I was trying to answer, confused for the right words, as he pulled me up into his lap. "I do want you...I do feel the connection.... but, it scares me..." I finally admit choked up, burying my face in his chest. "I'm not going to hurt you... I'm not going to push, but...now that I know you feel the same way..." He answered softly rubbing his hands up and down my back.

He groaned and motioned to his ringing cell phone in the kitchen, as he softly kissed my cheek. "Dad... I can't... But, I don't want to... Fine, I'll leave in the morning..." was all I caught before I was blindsided with pain. My tears lead me to the balcony.

I was leaning against the rail, looking up at the stars, trying unsuccessfully to get the lump out of my throat. Why is he leaving and why why why am I crying agian. His arms startled me as they found their place around my waist. "You're leaving?" My voice cracked as I wiped my tears. "Only for a few days... I'll be back Thursday...I just have to help out at home, that's all," he answered reassuring me. "Is it dangerous?" I ask, voice cracking. Breaking into more tears, as he turns me around. "No...Not at all...Not now, it's just that... my mom.... she's sick and my dad has business out of town... She's an alcoholic... My Father... He... He had an affair and it broke her heart... One night and it changed all our lives drastically... He doesn't like to leave her alone... That's why I had to go so far away to school... She's sad and he feels guilty and angry with himself..." He rambled, lowly, looking away.

"I'm so sorry Dylan... Can I do anything? I asked placing my hands on his face. "You already are" he smiled genuinely down at me, wiping my tears. "You're upset that I'm leaving?" He questioned, searching my eyes.

"Yes... Only I thought the worst.." I choked out. He pulled me to him, kissing me soft-slow-gentle.

Just like the very first time. "I'll... Always... Come... Back... To... You..." He said each word softly between gentle kisses. "It's fast, I know it is... But I can't let you go...I care about you..." He stopped hesitating briefly. "I can tell by your reactions to me, my touch, the thought of me leaving... I think you feel the same way?" He questioned with so much hope, I couldn't help but smile.

"I do...Very much" I bit my lip, smiling up at him, as he crashed his lips to mine. Our tongues dancing, our breathing mingling and our arms tightly clutching to one another.