0 comments/ 10641 views/ 2 favorites New Love Ch. 01 By: RomanticGirl It is amazing what can happen in one night, isn’t it? When I left my apartment that evening I had no idea that my life was about to change forever. I was 23 years old and had just moved to town, leaving all my family and friends a thousand miles away. I was one month into graduate school, and temporarily forget that I had a life away from classes and books. So as a celebration for finishing our first term papers a group of us had planned a big night out on the town. Though it didn’t fit my style at all, we choose to hit up a popular country bar downtown because we heard the band playing was really good. Anyway, I was missing Denver, my hometown, and knew that some good country and a few guys in wranglers would at least remind me of family. The girls I was in school with were shocked by my selection, my trendy clothes and taste is “snow-boarder-type-bad-boys” didn’t really add up with my love for country music. The whole way downtown in the car I blared the local country station and made everyone laugh with my dead on knowledge of George Strait lyrics. I was sure by Monday word would be around the department and I would no longer be the hip, cool girl, but more like the trailer queen. Well, who cares what they think…that’s what I say! Inside the bar I grabbed a bottle of Coors Light and planted myself in the middle of the scuffed wooden floor to watch the band. I had heard about the show on the radio and that these guys were really quite good, so I was hoping it was a good choice for the evening. When they came on stage and began playing I knew I was right, they were great. And for a bunch of country musicians, they were really cute too. But it was the lead singers who had me so mesmorized. I’ve never been one of those people who was fascinated by musical talent or singing, or any of that sort of thing. But his voice was beautiful, and unique. It had this sexy edge to it, and none of that stereotypical honky-tonk twang that many country singers still have. His hair was a dark blonde cut short on the sides and styled into spikes on top. His jeans were trendy and faded in just the right spots and hung off his body in the sexiest way, and were worn with a dark blue snap front shirt that brought out the deep blue of his eyes even in the poorly lit bar. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but lust at first sight…well, there is no denying that. However, I am cursed with being not only a bit self conscious, and am always surprised when a guy shows interest. So, I was content to spend the rest of my night enjoying the music and the view. At the end of the show I walked up to a small table off to the side of the stage intending to purchase a CD. At that exact moment, he of the wonderful voice and gorgeous blue eyes appeared. “You guys are great,” I said with a grin, holding up my newly purchased CD as proof of my opinion. “Well, thanks,” the minute he spoke I was gone. He had that soft southern accent, not the hick think kind, but the kind that made my knees weak and my mind conjure up all sorts of sweet nothings whispered in my ear. “I figure maybe I’ll be hearing you on the radio one day, wanted to get my advance copy,” again I was grinning like an idiot, but he seemed to be smiling back. “I’d like to think so. By the way, I’m Mark,” he held out his hand and I shook it, and I never wanted to let go. I was feeling rather lucky to get to chat with the object of my last few hours affections, but I was also not blind to the other women who kept planting themselves in Mark’s way, I was reassured in my good taste. We had begun to talk about our backgrounds, school, our recent moves (his to Nashville of course) and before I knew it close to an hour had passed. One of my girlfriends had grabbed me and pulled me aside to let me know that it was time to leave, and sorry for ruining my time. “Well, I have to get going,” I said reluctantly. “My friends are ready to go, and well, it’s probably about closing time anyways.” “I suppose you’re right,” he glanced at his watch. “So, uhh…” “Umm, yeah…” Then we both burst out laughing. “Well, that was awkward,” I mumbled. “Look,” Mark began, “I make it down to Atlanta a lot, and well, I’d like to maybe take you out to dinner or something if your interested. Or at least keep in touch for a bit.” “I’d love it.” We grabbed a cocktail napkin and slip of paper and exchanged numbers and email (hey, it’s a modern world). It was well afternoon when I settled down at my desk to begin working and I logged onto the internet to check my email and respond to some of the students in the class I was a TA for. I was annoyed at having to answer so many questions about the exam on Monday, one they had known about since the term began. Then I noticed something in my new mail from a non university address, one I didn’t recognize. I would usually discard it as junk, but the subject line read “you’re keeping me up” and my interest was piqued. Caitlin, Hi, it’s Mark for the bar last night. It’s about 4am and I’m sitting here in My hotel room not able to sleep at all. I want to call you but I figure you Wouldn’t appreciate being woken up at this hour. The thing is, all I can Think about is your smile and your eyes, and how your eyes look when You smile. Maybe you think I am a dork, or maybe you think I am some Sort of crazy guy, but I am just hoping you felt the same connection that I Did last night. I know it is short notice, but if you read this and you are Interested call me, I want to take you to dinner tonight. Mark My stomach was doing cartwheels. I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t just me, there had been a connection there. I just hoped I was doing the right thing. New Love Ch. 02 Thank you for the reviews of the first chapter! I tried to make it clearer in this installment when Jake/Chris were talking. Anytime there is a journal entry, Jake is talking. Also, just to be super clear: this is a story about two twin BROTHERS (both male); so, if that's not your thing, don't read. Oh and still no sex, but there are some pretty steamy moments. I promise they'll do it in the next installment. ;-) But who doesn't like a good build up? All characters 18+ ********** Dear Journal, Things between Chris and I have been going well. Ever since we started this new chapter of our relationship, we have been even more inseparable. The other night for example... We were just lounging around in our room doing homework. Chris was lying down on his bed, knees bent, reading something. I was sitting on the floor leaning against his bed, legs folded, trying to figure out a math problem. As soon as we reached imaginary numbers in math, I was done. Math is just too ridiculous. And the problem I was looking at had too many symbols and letters to be really considered math anyway. Chris seemed to be having similar problems. "I hate this." He groaned and put the paper down. "I can't even pretend to know what's going on in physics right now." He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed beside me to look at what I was doing. "Do you get the math?" "No." I said despondently and looked up at him. "I think when we split into two people in the womb we just split the brain cells of one person and put them in two brains. Why is this so hard?" Chris chuckled. "Maybe we just need a break." He reached up and put his hand on my head and looked at me seductively. "Hmm, maybe we do." I stood and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. He quickly leaned in and kissed me. I brought my hand up to the side of his face to hold him there, and he placed his hand on my thigh, stroking it up and down. We have gotten pretty good at kissing if I do say so myself. His tongue had just finished exploring my mouth when he pushed me back onto the bed, a mischievous grin on his face. He straddled me and pushed up my T-shirt and I helped him pull it off and throw it on to the floor. He leaned down and started trailing his tongue over the crevices around my collarbone, kissing at my neck. He worked his way down until he found my nipples, his favorite thing. He would flit his tongue on one and rub the other until he got me to moan. Once he was satisfied with that, he moved down even more, kissing my abs. He stopped once he reached the top of my shorts and just kissed back and forth across the skin right above them. "Chris," I groaned, "don't be such a tease." He chuckled as he continued the torturous kissing. "But I like being a tease." He smirked up at me. "Do you want me to go lower Jake?" "Yes." I said and thrust my hips up for emphasis. "Hmmm, lets see what's under here then." He pulled down my shorts slowly, making me groan again in anticipation. When he finished with that, he pulled down my boxers. I was down to just my socks; Chris was straddling me and sitting on my thighs, just staring. "We really are identical." He said. "Chrisssss." I whined. "Sorry love." He bent over until his face was just above my hard cock. He licked the tip and I gasped at the contact. He smiled and licked the underside of my length from base to tip. "Mmmmm." I moaned. Finally. He placed the tip in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He slowly went lower, trying to swallow my cock. He gagged a little, but was able to suppress that and devour my entire engorged length. It was so tight as he sucked on it, and feeling my tip in his throat was amazing. "Chris that feels so good." Unable to respond he began to pull back off of my cock and then went down on it again. Once he got a good rhythm and began to pick up speed a little, I thrust my hips in time with his movements. He reached down his own shorts and stroked himself as he continued to pleasure me. We hadn't done this before, and it was amazing. I was putty in his hands (or, to be more exact, his mouth). "Chris I'm gunna..." I said just as I began to shoot cum in my brother's mouth. He had been about halfway down my length, so the cum quickly filled his mouth. I don't think I have ever come that much, and he was having a hard time swallowing it all. A little dribbled down his chin. When I was done and he had swallowed it all, I could tell that he was coming, too. When he finished, he collapsed on his stomach next to me. "I going to have to pay you back for that." I gasped. "Yeah, you will." He said through a smile. "Good to know what I will look like with cum dripping down my chin." I point to his face and he reached up to feel the wetness. "You wanna taste it? Its pretty good." He sat up a little and I licked it off of his face. "Its...interesting. I wonder if you'll taste the same." "I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm too tired now to do anymore homework." He closed his eyes. "How bout we do it in the morning." I offered. "Sounds good." He pulled the sheets out from under us and then pulled them around us. I was still naked, and Chris lay on his stomach right next to me, arm around my waste and leg over mine. "Night." He said. "Night." I whispered back. Gosh, I love him so much. -Jake ********** Chris' POV: I can't believe I gave my brother a blowjob. That was all I was thinking at school. Thoughts of Chris had been filling my mind all morning ever since I woke up next to him and realized he was still naked from our evening escapades. I got him up with kisses, and we only stopped to avoid being late for school. I was still daydreaming and walking down the school hallway when I heard it. "I have the hugest crush on Chris!" A girl I recognized from my English class as Bella whispered/squealed while talking to her friends, obviously unaware that I was nearby. I quickly darted behind a nearby wall and peaked around the corner at them. "You mean Chris and Jake, that Chris?" A second girl asked. Bella nodded. "But you know what people say about them." "What?" "That they're a little TOO close, if you know what I mean." "Oh come on, that's just gossip." "No way," a third girl piped in, "I saw them holding hands the other day before school and I swear I saw Chris ogling Jake as he walked away. It was creepy." The second girl nodded. "Plus, haven't you noticed that they've never even dated anyone?" "Well, yeah, but its still a stretch to accuse them of incest just because they held hands and don't go after every girl who walks by." Bella declared. "Whatever you say, but I still bet there is something going on. You should stay away from them; you don't want to be involved with something gross like that." The second girl said and walked away with the third. I stood there shocked. I never realized that people thought like that. And the worst part was that I couldn't even storm over there and yell at them for saying such things about my brother, because they were true. Last night I didn't think there was anything wrong with my feelings for Jake, but now I had this painful knot in my stomach that told me there was something wrong, something very wrong. Besides the moral aspect of it, I was causing Jake to be to center of scandalous gossip. I couldn't just stand by and let my brother's name be sullied, could I? No, I couldn't. I was his brother, his twin, and I had to protect him. Not only from the gossip, I realized, but from me. I was trying to take too much of him, more than a brother had a right too, and making it impossible for him to do normal things, like have a girlfriend and fall in love. How could I have been so selfish? I instigated all of this; I took our innocent, tight-knit relationship and turned it into something dirty. I had to fix this, and fast. I knew what I needed to do, and I knew I had to do it now before I lost the nerve. ********** Dear Journal, I have been crying for two hours now, so I figured it would be best to try to distract myself by writing. Let me explain. As Chris and I walked home from school today, I could immediately tell something was up. Chris was being too quiet. I tried to subtly inquire as to why, but he shrugged it off so I tried to ignore it as best I could. "Hi boys." Our mom said as we walked in the door. "How was school?" "Fine." We said in unison as we threw our backpacks on the floor. "Got any plans for this Friday evening?" "No." I said. "Uh, yeah, I'm going out." Jake said. I turned to look at him; he just continued staring straight ahead. "Oh well that's nice. Where are you going?" Mom looked back and forth at us, a little confused. We never go out socially without each other. Jake shrugged. "I'm going to the movies with a friend." I was staring at him, completely baffled. "Well alright, have a good time." She said and turned back to what she was doing. "Can I take the car?" He asked. "Sure, your father and I aren't going anywhere tonight. Its all yours." "Thanks." He said and walked upstairs to our room. This whole time I just stood there shocked. Who was he going with? Why didn't he tell me? Why wasn't I invited? Why was he keeping secrets? When I finally collected myself enough, I followed him to our room and closed the door behind me more loudly than I meant to. "What the hell?" I yelled at him. He was just sitting on his bed casually. He looked up at me. "What are you talking about?" "You know damn well what I'm talking about. Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" He stood up and stared at me. "Why do I have to tell you what I'm doing? It doesn't concern you!" He yelled back. "What do you mean it doesn't concern me? If it concerns you, it concerns me. That's how we work!" "Yeah well maybe that's not how we should work." He said, suddenly serious, as he looked down at the floor. "What does that mean?" "It means that something needs to change. We can't keep doing what we've been doing. Its not right for brothers to be as close as we have been." He still wasn't looking at me, but I couldn't stop staring at him. I couldn't believe what he was saying. My mind went blank. We just stood there silently for what felt like hours. "But...why? What prompted all of this?" My voice sounded broken. He looked up and locked eyes with me. "Doesn't matter. It doesn't change the facts." I had to will myself not to cry, and then I remembered one more question. "Who are you going to the movies with Chris?" My voice was only a whisper now. "Bella." My body was on sensory overload. It felt like the world was crashing down around me and suffocating me, but at the same time I felt completely numb. "So, it's a date?" It was me who looked down at the floor now. "Yeah." He said. I left the room and ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I collapsed down on the toilet and held my head in my hands and tried to breathe. He's going on a date with Bella, was all I could think. He's going on a date with Bella. He's going on a date with Bella. He's going on a date with Bella. I don't know how long I sat there, but next thing I knew I heard Mom yell. "Dinner!" My body seemed to move without me telling it to. I went and sat down at the table, Chris was already sitting there with our parents. I don't know what we ate. I felt like I was on autopilot. Dad seemed to notice, because when dinner was ending, just as Chris got up from the table and was about to walk out, my dad said, "Are you alright Jake?" Chris stopped walking and looked back at us. "Of course." I said. "Why wouldn't I be?" My voice sounded foreign to me. "Well you just seemed very quiet tonight." He looked concerned. "I'm just tired, that's all." I said as I got up. "I think I'll go to bed early." I brushed Chris' shoulder as I passed by him to go to our room. "I'm just gunna grab a few things and then I'm going." I heard Chris say to our parents. "Alright dear." I was in our room now not really knowing what to do. I just stood in the middle of it while Chris came in, got his jacket, and turned to leave. When the door closed, I immediately collapsed on his bed, curled into a ball, and cried. I knew I was probably over reacting. All Chris had really said was that we needed to change our relationship and that he was going out on a date. Maybe collapsing in the bathroom and silently dying during dinner was melodramatic, I told myself. Chris was allowed to go out without me. But even as I tried to convince myself of this, I couldn't stop crying. I love him too much for us to just end it like this. -Jake ********** Once I had made this decision, I turned the corner and walked right over to Bella who had still been standing there after her friends walked away. She seemed startled to see me, considering she had just been talking about me. "Hey Bella." "Hi Chris." Her voice sounded anxious. Well, I thought, it's probably just because she likes me. "So I saw that there was this new movie coming out tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the premiere." I tried to act nonchalant, but this was my first time asking anyone out. "Really? You're asking me out?" She looked shocked. Maybe she really had believed her friends. "Yeah. I thought it would be fun." "Uh okay! Here I'll give you my number." She fumbled around in her purse for a piece of paper and wrote it down. "Cool. I'll call you and tell you what time and you can tell me where to pick you up." "Okay." She smiled. "See you later." I started to walk away and gave her a little wave. "Bye." She said. When I got home and Chris confronted me about the date, I could see how much pain he was in. I could barely make eye contact with him. I did this, was all I could think, I made him see me as more than his brother. I have to hurt him now in order for him to be able to move on. But even as I thought that, it took every ounce of my willpower not to run over and hug him and tell him I'd cancel the date. As I walked out of the house to leave, I could feel it in my gut that he was crying, and I couldn't help but let a tear escape as I pulled out of the driveway. When I got home, Jake was sleeping on my bed. I could see the dried tears on his cheeks. I sighed and slipped up into his bed, thinking that he probably wouldn't want to sleep with me tonight, and I didn't want to wake him up anyway. ********** Dear Journal, I woke up to the sound of my mother. "Chris." She whispered. "Chris!" I opened my eyes and realized she was looking at me. Oh, I thought, I fell asleep in Chris' bed. She thinks I'm him. "What mom?" Well whatever, I'll pretend to be Chris. "A girl is here to see you. Her name is Bella." I jumped up. Why is Bella here to see Chris so early in the morning? I looked up; Chris was asleep in my bed. I hope he stays asleep, I thought. I went downstairs and saw Bella in the doorway. I walked outside and closed the door behind me. "Hi Bella." I tired to say it in my best Chris-impersonation, but then I realized that no one could tell us apart anyway. If my own mother thought I was Chris, I'm sure I could trick Bella. "Hi Chris. Sorry for coming over so early in the morning but I wanted to bring you this." She brought a box of Junior Mints out of her purse and handed them to me. "You left them in my bag last night." "Oh yeah," I said, "I'm glad you brought them. Junior mints are my favorite and I wouldn't want them to go to waste." That sounded like something Chris would say. "I also wanted to apologize." I just stared at her. "For what?" "For kissing you. If you want to take things slow, that's fine with me. I shouldn't have been so pushy." My eyes widened. Chris and Bella kissed? No, Bella kissed Chris. But that doesn't make a difference, I thought, someone has kissed him besides me. A jolt of pain shot through me. "Oh that. Actually I had forgotten about it, it wasn't that big of a deal." "Really?" She said, "You seemed kind of upset." "Of course not," I said. Damn, part of me just wanted to hurt her. "I mean it wasn't anything special. Just an ordinary kiss." She looked a little hurt. I couldn't help but feel slightly glad. She had kissed my brother, after all. "Right... well I'm glad your okay. I'll talk to you later." She turned to go. "Bye." I went back inside and walked upstairs. I closed the door to our room, set down the candy on the counter, and looked up at the sleeping Chris. There is no way I am letting this happen without a fight, I thought. And then I got an idea. I sat on Chris' bed and got out my Journal and wrote all this and will continue to write until Chris wakes up. ********** I woke up and almost rolled off of the bed and onto the floor. Oh yeah, I thought, I'm on the top bunk. I climbed down and saw Jake quietly sitting on my bed. "Jake!" I jumped. "What are you doing? You scared me." "Writing." He said and looked up at me. Something in his eyes looked different; he looked determined. Then I noticed the Junior Mints on the counter. "How did these get here?" He never stopped looking at me. "Bella came over to give them to you. You were asleep so I pretended to be you and talked to her." "Why did you pretend to be me?" I was confused. He could have just said I was asleep and gotten the candy from her. He didn't answer. "She told me about the kiss." I froze. Bella had surprise attacked me, and I practically shoved her back. It didn't feel right kissing anyone but Jake. Yet, I had to remind myself, it didn't feel right yet. It would eventually. "That's none of your business." I said defiantly. Jake stood up. Part of me expected him to punch me. "Sit." He commanded and pointed to my bed. "Why?" "Sit." He said it even more sternly. I sat. Without looking at me, he reached over and handed me a book. "What's this?" I looked at it. Was it a journal? "Read it. When your done, open the door and I'll come back up." He left and closed the door with a thump. I looked at the book he gave me. It was a journal. Had Chris been keeping a journal? Since when? I opened it and started to read. "I had my first kiss, and with my twin brother no less. And I liked it. Am I weird for liking it? But he liked it to. This is the first time I have had something that I haven't wanted to talk to Chris about, but I can't talk to anyone else about it either. So that's where you come in Journal. From now on, whenever something like this happens, I will tell you about it, but we have to keep it a secret from Chris." He had been writing things down about us, I realized, and in vivid detail. "God, his lips were soft. If I thought my heart had been fluttering before, it was doing somersaults now. He held himself there for a few seconds and then pulled away a little and our eyes met, a smile broke out on his face again. I couldn't help but smile back." "He stroked my hair. "Shhhh, its alright Jake, I'm right here. Shhhh." Him soothing me made my heart melt. I quickly stopped crying and just let him keep stroking my hair. God that felt good." Everything he wrote was so sweet, it practically oozed love. "When the door closed, I immediately collapsed on his bed, curled into a ball, and cried." I had to hold back tears. I read the entire journal, and then I saw the last entry. "Dear Chris, There are things I need to say to you and since I currently feel like punching you I think I should just write them down." Hmm, so he did want to punch me. "I just can't let you end what we have like this. I don't know what prompted you to want to change our relationship, but, being your twin, I can venture a guess. Something must have happened that made you think that we shouldn't be together; I bet you even convinced yourself that is what is best for me. Let me tell you right now: it's not. New Love Ch. 02 I know that this isn't you. The real you was the one that held me two nights ago, not the you that let me cry alone. You deserve to be who you really are, and not to try to force yourself to be who someone else expects you to be. Sometimes I wish that we hadn't split in the womb, because then I could just be inside of you, swimming in your veins and never leaving your side for all of our days. I've always felt like this, but ever since we kissed I've wanted you so much more, in so many more ways. I hope from reading my previous entries that I've made it clear. I love you. I can't live without you Chris. That was never even a possibility. You are what most people spend their whole lives looking for: my other half. I want to be with you Chris. Whenever I'm not, I feel empty and lonely until you come around. When we kiss, I feel so euphoric I can't even breathe, and hearing that you kissed Bella made me feel like a knife was twisting in my heart. You are all the things I am, and all the things I want to be. Please, please don't be with Bella. Be with me. -Jake" I was in tears now. How could I have been so stupid? I hadn't pushed anything onto Jake or made him do anything he hadn't wanted. Who cares what other people may or may not say when we have a love like that? I had hurt him; I had taken our love and told him it was worthless and kissed Bella. I felt so guilty. I just sat there and cried for all the pain I made him go through yesterday. I didn't deserve someone who loved me so much. When I stopped sobbing, I opened the door and sat back down and waited. Jake came in a moment later. ********** I saw the door open from the living room. When I walked back upstairs, Chris was sitting on the edge of his bed, the journal beside him, head in his hands. "Chris." I said. He looked up. His eyes were wet. Any anger I may have still been feeling melted with one look at his eyes. I closed the door and went to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him and pulling his hands from his face to look at him. "Jake, I'm so sorry." He choked out. "I love you so much." "I know babe," I said and touched his face, "but why did you ask out Bella?" "I just, I heard some people talking about us Jake! They called us creepy and thought we were overly affectionate and I couldn't just let them talk about you like that but it was true so I thought I should make it a lie and asking out Bella seemed to be a good way to do that but..." He started crying again. "But I don't want Bella! I want you, Jake." "Chris," I whispered as I stroked his cheek, "you're all I ever wanted. Just promise me this wonÕt happen again. From now on, no matter what anyone says, it's just you and me. Forever." "Forever." He promised; his eyes still full of tears. "Ok. Now stop crying babe, its just too heartbreaking to watch." I leaned in and kissed the tears off of his cheeks and he closed his eyes, so I kissed his eyelids. I moved down and kissed his lips gently. "I missed kissing you." Chris said with his eyes closed. "Me too." I said and kissed him again, this time harder. We kept kissing for a while and I slipped my tongue in his mouth. "You know," I said when I broke the kiss, "I still owe you." His eyes widened a little when he figured out what I was talking about. I slipped my hands down towards his shorts and pulled them off. He widened his legs for me and I went to work on his penis, completely determined to make him feel so good that we would forget the last 24 hours. I started with my hands: massaging his balls, stroking his penis. I continued with my hand job until he was sufficiently hard. Then I mimicked what Chris had done. I kissed the tip of his cock, and I twirled my tongue around his length. I put the tip in my mouth and sucked. Chris moaned; it was such a sexy sound. I went in deeper, feeling my gag reflex, I slowed, breathing through my nose and willing it to go away. Eventually it did and I went deeper until the tip was in my throat. It was a strange feeling, having his cock in my mouth, but one I could get used to. "Mmmmm Jake. Your throat is so tight." I sucked on him. He moaned again. I started going up and down, getting used to having it go in and out of my throat. Trying to use my tongue to further his pleasure, I snaked it out of my lips when I had him all the way in to lick the base of his balls. "Oh god Jake." He said. I started going up and down faster and faster, enjoying the fact that my gag reflex was no longer present. He thrust his hips in time with my movements and I felt him place his hands on my head. "I can't...I'm gunna come." He said. When I was all the way down, he held my head firmly to him and thrust in me as he came. His juice was so hot; I could feel it slide down my throat. I pulled off of him a little as he was finishing to taste it, and I came all the way off of him with a pop as he lay back down on the bed, exhausted. I sat next to him. "Guess what." I said. He turned to look at me. "What?" "You taste just a tad bit sweeter." I said with a smile. "I like it." He smiled. "Good. You can have some whenever you like." "Oh, I just might hold you to that." I whispered into his ear. He turned his head and kissed me again. "You and me forever." He said as he looked into my eyes. "Forever and always." I replied. For the next couple hours, we just lay on the bed and talked to each other, trying to make up for the lost time. ********* Thanks you for reading my second installment! Sorry if you think it got a little mushy in the middle, but, hey, I'm a romantic. I've already got plans for the third one, which may or may not be the last one. I promise the steaminess will go up, although there will definitely be more romance too, because, well, I like that. :-)