Hey! I know I should be writting my first story and I am! But these little texts have been on my computer a looong time and I thought it would be a good idea to let them see the light! I have I few more but they need some fixing.

Enyoy!

I walked to my room, surprised that my legs still worked. All the girls in my dorm shot me all kinds of looks: sympathy, amused, surprised and -to my shock- some angry looks, but I registered nothing. My brain was fried and it only worked for two things: walking, and to repeat my mantra "shower, bed, sleep" I was kind of like a zombie, but instead of walking dead, sleep walking.

When I finally got to my room, I was seriously thinking of skipping the shower part of my plans tonight, but after a sniff of my hair I went directly to take the fastest shower in the history of men. My room was empty as I expected it to be. Not even thinking about it I went directly to the light switch, turned the lights off, and wasted no more than a brain cell walking to bed, in absolute darkness. When I finally got to my adored bed something I didn't expect happened.

A hand gripped mine and a scream caught in my throat as another hand came down on my mouth as if to expect such a sound. Both hands were big, rough and familiar. The hand holding mine guided it up the strangers arm, and didn't stop until it was on a strange lump on his forearm, but I knew better than to think it was a just a lump, it was a scar -one that I had felt many times before- but it wasn't just a scar either it was a sign, it meant don't be scared, it's just me. And by me it means the mysterious guy that gave me shivers every time I thought of his touch. By me he meant the guy you don't know that you like more than your own boyfriend.

That still was so weird for me. I never cheated on someone -much less with someone that I'd never seen his face before- and it felt liberating with a touch of guilt, well more than a touch, a whole lot of guilt. And every time I felt it take over my mind, soul, and body, HIS touch drove the feeling away... For a while anyway.

I breathed in and out for a moment to calm my nerves, my left hand was still on his arm and my right was gripping the desk counter for support. His hands, for a change, were at his sides, waiting for me. I didn't waste a second, I slid both my hands over his defined arms and shoulders until I got to his neck, and there I pulled myself closer. I guess he couldn't resist because his arms slid over my back and lifted me of the ground so that we were chest to chest, face to face, The tips of my toes were still touching the ground -barely, but still.

I put my head in the hollow space in between his neck and shoulder and felt the tears spill over. He must have felt them too because his arms tightened around me so it was kind of impossible to breathe, but it felt so good that I didn't move an inch.

"Today was horrible" I said in between sobs. He nodded and rested his chin on my shoulder while I soaked his with my tears. "I'm glad you came" he let go of one of my sides and the hand pulled my face away from his shoulder, as if he wanted to see my face -but it was impossible because of the pitch blackness- instead he pressed his lips to my cheek, -telling me that he was glad too- wiped a tear away with a brush of his lips and made his way to my lips kiss by kiss, taking his time, when he finally got there he waited, and waited, and waited until it was too agonizing, so I reached for his lips and pressed them against mine, hard. He responded immediately kissing me back with the same urgency as me. My hands traveled from his shoulders to his neck where I pulled myself closer. His fingers were in my hair and the way he was holding me made it obvious that he didn't want to let me go, and at the moment I didn't either.

I felt the memories of today fade away to the back of my mind so they didn't ruin this wonderful moment full of passion, something they weren't.

He pulled away and buried his head in my damp hair, inhaling my rose scented shampoo, I knew he loved and sighed. I laughed softly as I said: "Do I smell good?"

I felt him smile against the delicate skin under my ear, obviously saying that I did. I kissed his throat and murmured: "Mm. Dinner" it was his turn to laugh and it sounded free, weightless. I envied him for that... He didn't have to worry about girls and acceptation or how pretty you must look so you get a thumb up from the boyfriend who is supposed to love you; he was above the thick waters that surrounded me.

After a few moments of just thinking and holding each other my whole body responded to the exercise and stress that day had held.

It was a good thing he was holding me, because if I were on my feet I would have fallen to the ground. The passion of the moment that had filled my body abandoned me and left me empty. My arms went limp as I slumped into him. He must have felt my remaining energy flow right of me because he picked me up like if I weighted nothing, cradled me to his chest and carried me to my bed. Were when he got there he sat down, rested his back against the wall, took a second to get comfortable, and pulled me into his lap. My head fell to his chest as my eyes fluttered close. His arms encircled me, he was warm and strong, and he made me feel safe.

Sleep started to take over my body as I tuned around and made him my pillow.

The last thing I remember was smiling as he stroked my hair.

I slept better than I had in months.

Well there you go. As I said, I have more but I have to work on them.

Now lets see... who is Mr. mistery? Can you guess?

Grace out!