"We can't, Kate," he whispered before getting up and walking to the edge of the roof.

"Why not?" I blurted, standing up.

"I'm 6 years older than you," he stated bluntly, turning to look at me. "You're young. You have a life of opportunities ahead of you. I'm divorced, and there's nothing that I can offer you. You're better off without me," he finished, a torn look in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm six years younger than you. Yes, I'm young, and maybe I have a life of opportunities ahead of me, I don't know. Yes, you're divorced," I said honestly, "but", I stepped closer to him and his jaw clenched, "you've already given me so much. You gave me hope, you gave me laughs, you made me smile, you made me happy, you let me know that I wasn't alone." By this time, I was standing right in front of him. "You were always there for me, even when I pushed you away." I stepped even closer, our chests touching, and grabbed his pinky. "You're my hero," I told him with a tearful smile. When he closed his eyes and shook his head, I felt my heart break into a million pieces and let my smile fall. I let go of his pinky and stepped back, eyes widening when his eyes snapped open.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me flush against him. He leaned his forehead against mine, closed his eyes, and let out deep breaths, as if he was trying to calm himself. I closed my eyes as his minty breath washed over my face, and clenched my hands into fists at my side trying to fight the overwhelmingly painful urge to press my lips against his.

"I want this, Caitlyn," he confessed, " I want this more than you could ever know." He hesitated to continue, and lifted his forehead, and we locked gazes. Unable to resist, I brought up a hand and ran a finger down his jawline. His hands fisted into my shirt at my hips as his gaze darkened. "Don't tempt me, Kate," he growled and i let out a shuddering breath at his gravelly voice.

Taking a deep breath, i tiptoed and brushed my lips against his. He tensed and i pulled back slightly.

"Show me how much you want me," I whispered. He let out a shaky breath and leaned in close.

"There's no going back," he murmured.

"And why would i ever want to go back?" I retorted delicately with a small grin. And, ever so quickly, he pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss was passionate and greedy, yet sweet and tender, warmth spreading through my body. As he pulled me even closer to him, I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his silky smooth hair. I pulled away to catch my breath before he dragged me closer with a guttural almost feral growl. He deepened the kiss and I clutched handfuls of his hair, my head swimming from the intensity and passion I was experiencing. My blood was boiling, as one of his hands caressed my flushed cheek, while his other slid to the small of my back, welding my body to his. I felt a rush as our mouths opened together, our tongues twisting sensuously with each other. He moaned into my mouth, and toes curled, my knees buckled, as I clasped my hand around his neck for support.

My skin was on fire from his touch and I greedily grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, trying to draw him even loser, as impossible as it was. I was beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen but the thought of releasing him was intolerable. Our breaths mingled as we both gasped for air, still holding each other tight, lost in our own intoxicating world.

He ran a finger gently down my flushed cheek and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I let out a sigh if bliss and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. His hand rested on the small of my back while he ran the other gently through my hair.

"This isn't going to be easy," Aaron whispered into my ear. I tightened my hold around his waist.

"Story of my life," I murmured into his chest.