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"I should go now."
"Please don't go see her tonight". Damn, jealousy had got the best of me. Words have this bad habit of falling out of my mouth. He paused.
I stared at him. At those smoldering baby blues, in a longing, in an urge, in what would have been a kiss, had we not just finished discussing how wrong what we were doing was.
He sat down on the edge of my bed. "People are starting to get suspicious - if I cancel this date it'll only make more imaginations run wild about us."
He just explained this all to me 10 minutes before. I nodded and turned away. I failed to mention to him that sometimes I think I would rather see him dead than with another woman. I stared at the woman in my own mirror on the bureau. I didn’t recognize her. When had I grown up? Then again, the past few weeks I’ve felt childhood quickly slip away.
"I'm scared." No one hears me. It took me a moment to realize I was talking to the voices in my head again.
Through the reflection I watched him stand up and walk over behind me. He watched himself in the mirror aswell. His large hand fell onto my shoulder and did not stop. It was as if my body absorbed it, though my physical appearance was unchanged. I blinked. Insanity? Ha, i believe so.

I remembered different feelings, instances, environments, sounds. Skin touches skin. I smell his cologne. My throat lumps up. Someone calls me a b***h. There is laughter. At Mercy Lounge. My bare toes in the grass. I’m drunk. I hear…Lawson’s banjo? The heat of a fire and the smell of burning wood. In the back of my mind I see my home back in Buffalo. Out my bedroom window I see the Nashville skyline.

Ick, I felt dizzy - my own words didnt make sense to me anymore. How was I suppose to tell him that I wanted this silly game to end, that I wanted both of us to be happy - him to be happy - and free, but that I didn't want people to whisper about me 5 seconds after I walk by them in a crowded room? I figured one had to come with the other. Well I guess the last part didnt really bother me so much; we we're both extremly hard headed people, we always kinda did whatever the hell we wanted. But it was the principle of the thing -
Was I floating?
No nevermind, he just picked me up carried me over to the bed and sat me on his lap. His arms were honestly the only place in this entire world that I felt safe. Closing my eyes, he began to rock me back and forth. If i may add, it was calmingly alluring.
"Come to bed, lets just lay down..." He sang.
"Stop." I demanded, it didnt come out as tuff as I wanted it to sound. Although, I did like that song.
I couldn't see it but I had the feeling a childish grin spread across his face as he ignored me and continued, "Theres just one way we're gonna work this out. Forget what I did, forget what you said - "
His lips brushed my earlobe. His breath was hot on my neck, and his voice was deep and sensual, "Oh darlin...Come to bed."

I remembered to breathe again.
A chill ran down my spine. In all honesty, that was hot.
I moved my face closer till our noses touched.
“Then Faire L’amoure.” I whispered. The forigen words rolled off my tounge. Holy s**t, my voice was sexy. I had no idea I could make myself sound like that.
He gave me a playful smirk, “And what does that mean?”
“To make love.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled his lips to mine. He leaned forward and gently pushed me back. We fell onto the clean white sheets and pile of pillows.

The sound of a ring tone shocked me. Now of all times? I scowled, why, with options of convert communication would someone call? They could have sent a text..