So, here's the new story. Just the prologue. Chapter 1 should be posted soon. Reviews make me smile. Alot.

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A Dose of Reality

Prologue

Its not at all what we planned. But it happened. It's been happening ever since we saw each for the first time in years. The feelings we both pushed aside to continue with our lives. We let go of each other. We moved on.

But here we are now.

I don't want to have to choose between the man in my life now, and the man who left my life long ago. I love them both, in their own way. But there's just that connection with him.

Him

We both knew it wasn't going to be the last time we saw each other when we said our 'goodbye's. We knew we'd run into each other in the future, especially at times like these. Our friends are what put us together years ago, and they're the reason we're here now.

And here we are, exactly. It's raining. We're in the car. His car. I'm not sure how long we were driving, but I knew our exact destination. The car comes to a stop.

"Just wait here." He says. I nod, not meeting his eyes. I know he's looking at me. I can feel it.

He gets out of the car and I watch him run to the old cabin. This is where he brought me after I found out my mom was sick. This was where we declared our love for each other. This is where were made love for the first time. He let me know just how much he loved me, and I showed him in return. I never felt so sure of anything that night. I knew then I wanted to be with him forever.

Suddenly, my door jerked open, scaring the complete hell out of me. "Shit." My hand comes up to my chest.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "Come inside." He holds him hand out to me, and I take it. He brought an umbrella with him. It doesn't work. The wind blows the rain all around us and we're getting soaked. We start running.

The door of the cabin is already open, and waiting. We make our way inside I take off my jacket and hang it up. I notice there are clothes laying on the couch.

He hands me a towel. "Are those for me?" I whisper, pointing to the clothes.

"Yes. They're just some clothes that were left here from our last time up here. You can change in the bathroom." He says. "You remember where that is right?"

"Upstairs. Second door on the right." I say, because I know exactly where everything in this house is. He nods, a slight smile on his face. I can't help but return one.

I grab the clothes and make my way upstairs. I change and freshen up slightly. Washed my face, brushed through my now very tangled hair, and attempted to brush my teeth with my finger.

By the time I get back downstairs, he is changed. He asks for my clothes, and I give them to him. He puts them in the dryer, then makes his way back into the living room. He's holding something. Beers.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I say, amusement dancing from my lips.

"It's not like it will take too much trying, Bella." He laughed. And I stick my tongue out at him.

We sit on the couch together, curled up by a fire that I hadn't even noticed. It's silent. Way too quiet for my liking. I need to break the silence.

"I can't believe this place is still the exact same. Nothing has changed since I've been here last."

"The last time you were here we had sex." He said, taking a long sip of his drink. I copy his action.

"Yeah, I uh, I remember." I say.

He turns to me. His eyes look pained. Like he's holding back. I know he's holding back, because I'm doing the same. I probably mirror his expression. He scoots closer, and grabs my hand. That same spark that's always there rushes through me. He plays with my fingers and is rubbing the palm with his thumb. I close my eyes in satisfaction, because he knows how much I love when he does this.

"Bella, look at me." And I do. I see something new in his eyes now.

Desire. Need. Love.

He leans forward. I can feel the breath on my face. His unique smell is surrounding me. He touches my cheek with his fingers. Then my eyes, my nose, my lips. It's like he's trying to remember every detail and feature of my face. I secretly want him to do the same to my body. I secretly think he does too.

His eyes are locked with mine now, and he leans forward more. I can feel is lips slightly touch my lips. He's testing this, seeing how much we can handle. I can't take it anymore.

I crash his lips to mine, closing my eyes tightly. I hear a moan, and it's not from me. It's far too deep to have come from me. My hand ghost up his forearms, up to his broad shoulders, into his hair. I tug, and hear another moan.

His mouth parts, tongue sneaking out to run across my lips, pleading for enterence. I open, letting him in. He tastes just as sweet as he smells. I just want to melt into him.

His arms snake around my waist, molding me to him. Then he pulls away.

We're both gasping for air. Our foreheads are touching, his eyes are closed.

"Bella, I love you. You know where this is going to go. Are you sure. I can't do this if you aren't completely sure." He's shaking his head now.

"Shhh," I say, rubbing his scalp.

"There's no turning back after this. If we make love, right here, right now, I won't be able to let you go again. I won't do it, Bella. I can't lose you. I just can't." His eyes are wet. I need to reassure him.

I kiss him. I pour everything I have into that kiss.

"I'm sure. I want this. I want you. I'm sure." I say, looking deep into his eyes.

He stands up, offers me his hand, and I take it once again. "I'm not ever letting you go again, baby. Never." He hugs me tight against him.

"You'll never have to." I say.

I'm not lying. I love him.

My choice has been made.

There it is. I'm going to try and post at least once a week. But knowing me, something will probably screw it up. So, no promises there.

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