This is just to cheer up those of you who can't wait for Stendan reunion ;) Just like me...

THREE MONTHS LATER AT CHERYL"S

I turned around and there he was. Naked. Completely. He ain't shy, that's for sure. I opened and closed my mouth a few times trying to come up with the lamiest of excuses to get out from there. I should have known that coming here wasn't exactly the wisiest thing to do.

"What are you doing?" I asked him low but angry. He was just staring at me making his way towards me. Slowly and deliberetely. I swallowed and ducked my head to the side feeling my cheeks going red. Then he stopped right in front of me, inches from me. So close. I could feel his body heat. He dipped his head a bit to face me.

"You dont like what you see?" He asked intimately. His breath was burning my skin, making me even more angry at him. I looked him in the eyes.

"You're pathetic…" I told him firmly.

"You like it though…" He approached me a bit frustrated. "…looking at me" He finished.

I wrinkled my forehead avoiding his eyes now, inhaling deep. I didn't want to be there with him anymore but I couldn't take a step to go away. I couldn't talk. I was barely breathing. I was barely remember to breath actually. It's gotten hotter in a second.

"Stephen" He said playfully stroking my hair. I pouted my lips at his gesture determined to not let him know he got to me.

"There's plenty of things I can come up with instead of standing here, Stephen." He whispered into my face. He put his finger under my chin to make me face him. I felt his thumb touching my bottom lip. I bite on it and ducked my head getting free from his touch.

"Yeah? Then I recommend you to put some clothes on before Cheryl's back." I turned around with every intention in the world to go away, but he held my arm. Next thing I remember was that he was kissing me trapping me in his arms. I couldn't get him off me even if I tried.

The thing is I didn't. But I didn't respond to him either.

He pulled away looking at me. I kew he wanted my invitation, my permission. He seemed more desperate with every single second without my reaction. "Say something…say something" He exhaled heavy kissing my forehead.

"I can't." After a while I managed to answer. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. His hold on me tightened as he pulled me closer to him so my face was in crook between his arm and neck.

"I love you, Stephen." He whispered to my ear again and I put my hands around his back to hold him. I kept crying in his arms. He was stroking my back to calm me down and suddenly I felt us to move in some direction. When he pushed me on the door of his room locking us up inside it was too late.

"I can't, Brendan" I said weakly when he started to kiss my neck and cheek. Before I realised we were kissing each other. But not like wild animals, no. That was firm but sweet. Simply beautiful. Tender and erotic. Passionate. All elements that make a kiss worth it. He cupped my face with his hands. Mine were wandering across his chest, back and bums.

"I want you." He started to unbelt my trousers and rolling up my t-shirt. I kew he wanted me. I could…feel. He was rock hard. That was…a turn on. He was touching me through the material while kissing my neck. I put my hand on his shoulders encouraging him. Then he pulled me to him turning me around and throwing me on his bed. He climbed on top of me, each leg above my sides. Kissing. A lot of kissing. And undressing.

"I'm sorry." I spitted out when I got a chance. Well, when he was kissing my jawline instead of my mouth. I needed to tell him that. I didn't know why. I had no intention to do it until now. His moves stopped. I've frozen. I just felt his breath on my chin and neck.

"I'm sorry, too." He exhaled heavily. My hand found a way to the back of his head and I put my fingers through his hair.

"I missed you, Brendan." And then I kissed him and he kissed me. We were together again. Familiar scent and motion. Similar impressions, feelings. Same heat. Same fever. But all double-powered. Nothing mattered again.

Afterwards, we we were laying in my bed. Stephen – on his back watching a ceiling. Me – on my stomach with my head on my arms. But close. So close my face was inches fom his. I was watching him. Enjoying him. Making this moment last as long as possible.

"I have to go" He said turning his face to me.

"Mhmm." It was all I managed to respond. I knew he has to. To his boyfriend.

Still I got a few minutes to watch him dressing up. I loved to just look at him. His profile. Well, other parts, too...

"Are you mad?" He asked me when he was practically ready to go.

"Nahh" I shook my head sitting down on my bed but avoiding his eyes. 'Yes' I thought.

"Sure?" He asked. What he wanted me to tell? The truth?

"Sure" I anwered glancing up at him. I didn't have any right to make him stay, did I? He gave me as much as he could, I quess. Even more. At least for now.

"Alright, see you." He left me alone. I looked up at the door that he closed a second before and I asked myself when from a preacher I became a prey? Honestly I keep thinking about it all over again but I can't remember any crucial moment that made me love him so much. Danny's murder? Nahh. That was a result. Then when? Obviously not when I punched him for blackmailing me. Maybe it wasn't any exact moment. Maybe it's more about why I love him and why I can't forget him? Then why? So many flashbacks of us talking, him smiling and driving me crazy. But you can't really get to know why you love someone, can you? Because love is madness, they say. Doesn't need a reason. I think it's true.