I'm in his arms now, and god it feels right. The rain's falling heavily and we're both soaked to the core, but I don't mind, and neither does he...
"Shaggy..."
He's showering small kisses on my cheeks, nose and eyes, and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.
I look into his eyes, and what I see is beautiful. Everything I've ever wanted lies within those eyes.
I hear my front door open, but I don't care, I don't care that Patrick's standing there in the doorway watching us kissing in the garden, and I don't care that my eight month relationship with him is probably over, but to be honest it never really started.
It was never what I wanted, the man holding me is.
He's rescuing me, saving me from the fantasy I made for myself. I've waited so long for this moment, but I would've waited my whole life for him if I had too, because I love him, more than I can comprehend.
It scares me sometimes, but so did the thought of him walking away towards Mary-Jane and away from me...even though I'd already started walking in the wrong direction.
I pull him close to me, resting my head in the crook of his neck, and he's crying; I can hear him.
He doesn't care anymore and neither do I.
"Shaggy." He pulls away from me and looks deeply into my eyes, and I smile at how adorable he looks. My hands run through his wet hair, and I pull his lips down onto mine, and I get the sense of home.
I belong here with him, it just took me a while to get here that's all.
He picks me up, but doesn't stop kissing me, and I'm glad, I don't want him to ever stop. I hold onto him as he takes me up the front steps, knowing that I'll never let go.
We pass Patrick in the doorway and I tell him to shut the door on the way out, knowing I don't want to (and probably won't) see him again, because if I were to see him, it wouldn't be guilt that I felt, I would feel relief.
I hear the door slam and a receding car as Shaggy lowers me onto the bed; I watch his every move as he closes the bedroom door, turning the lock tight, he comes back to the bed lowering himself over me, and he kisses me, hard.
I smile as I look into his eyes and I know then that he's going to make me scream...hard!
But I don't care because I love him...
…I'm home….
…And that has nothing to do with the fact that his hand's moving lower…
…And lower…
…And, oh God…