The Perfect Match

Lane

The next morning Lane heard Dan's alarm ring about three times until it stopped. She heard him grunt as he got up and walk over to the door where she was, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. He opened the door and walked over to the bed, he brought over a chair from the kitchen and sat it down in front of where Lane was sleeping. He then sat down and stared at her face. He didn't know she was awake. He ran his hand along her cheek, it sent sparks of electricity every where through her. She tried so hard to not smile. He scooted the chair closer and bent towards her. He kissed her on her forehead, and then her cheek. She felt like she was going to pass out. He was about to kiss the other cheek when she opened her eyes. Dan, obviously surprised, jumped up and knocked over the chair.
"Lane!" He ruffled his own hair, "I didn't think you were awake."
"Well, that alarm clock is really loud." She smiled ruefully. He gave her a shy smile and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well, you should probably get ready for school," He said clearing his throat.
"Dan,"
"And I can get you breakfast, or maybe we could go to Ihop?"
"Dan,"
"Or if you don't like pancakes, we could go to-"
"Dan!" Lane hit him with a pillow.
"What?" Dan looked at her nervously.
"Just kiss me." He hesitated. Then Dan walked over to the bed and cupped her face with his hands.
"You know, we shouldn't be doing this." He brushed a hair from her face, sending shivers up her spine.
"I don't care." He brought her face to his and opened her mouth. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and they were french kissing. His hands went from her face to her arms, down her spine to her lower waist. She let her hands roam his body. They came across his chest and they tore his shirt off. He picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed and pressed himself against her. His skin was feverish and it was slick with sweat. He ripped off her shirt and they went back to kissing, it was fiercer, stronger, better. Her hands felt their way to his waistband and they explored every bit of the region. He groaned and pushed harder against her. Suddenly he stopped and threw himself back against the bed.
"What is it?" She asked hugging the blanket to her chest.
"Look, your mother doesn't know you're here." He looked over at her.
"Okay?" She slipped her shirt back on over her head.
"No, I was following you that night," He put a hand over his face.
"So, my mom didn't send you to look for me."
"No, she didn't even call."
"Good, all the more reason I can stay here with you." Lane crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest. He rapped a arm around and squeezed.
"Lane, you want to know why I married your mother?"
"Actually yes, I do."
"I was in love with her." Lane drew back a little from him.
"But when I saw you all that changed. It was raining and I was coming to drop her off and I saw you running in the rain, your ponytail was falling out and you were wearing shorts that were extremely- never mind, and your legs shone in the rain, your shirt was kinda see through, though, watch that, and I just knew that I could never be with your mother and love you at the same time." He shook his head.
"Were you drunk that night?" Lane looked up at his face and saw the faintest glimmer of tears down his cheeks.
"No, I wasn't."
"It's okay."
"No, it's not." He wiped away the tears. "I'm a man Lane, I know when right is wrong."
Lane felt tears burn at the back of her eyes. Dan was a man, a illegal man. If this was ever found out by anyone, Dan would go to jail and Lane'ns mom would never forgive her. But She already thought Lane wasn't with him. What's a little more "Hey," She poked him in the shoulder. "I'm here now, please love me."
"Lane, I already do." And he kissed her.