Her chest rose and fell with slow deep breaths. His eyes traveled over her face. In sleep she was relaxed, reminding of the woman that had left him months ago. Her hair was longer, past her shoulders. From what he'd seen of her body she was thinner, and he didn't particularly like it. Chloe was curvy and soft in all the right places. She'd lamented to him one day about the fact that seeing him without clothes on made her feel a bit lazy. To prove the point she'd grabbed at her waist and twisted so that he could see her backside and the preceded to jab her finger into her flesh.

"See!" Chloe pressed her finger harder. When he laughed she frowned. "Oliver! My ass was not this big in high school."

"I like it." He closed the distance between them and grasped her hips, pulling her against him, and hen slid his hands over her ass. "It's soft."

"Soft? So is that your nice way of saying I'm fat? If you liked soft woman, then why was it every piece of arm candy was a size 2, one hundred tend pounds, and D cup perky breasts."

"Hey," he said softly, brining his hands up and sliding his fingers through her blond strands and grasping her head. "If there was only one thing in the world I could ever do that would be to curl up with you in bed."

Now, the curves were diminished, her breasts seemingly a little smaller, the lines of her face a little sharper. He could only imagine what her body looked like beneath the clothes.

Of course he hadn't seen her body. It was their first night. The only glimpse he got of her body was her back as he peered into the bedroom. Being away from her for longer then five minutes worried him. So he glanced in the crack, spotting her bare back as she pulled the shirt over her head, noticing each bump of her spine, standing out beneath her skin.

They'd crawled into bed, and she'd come silently letting him pull her closer. She'd curled into him, shaking gently, wetting his chest with silent tears, and then she fell asleep.

Suddenly she gasped, eyes popping open in panic, and sat up. He was up, grabbing her shoulders. "Hey, you're okay." Her head turned, eyes finding him. "Chloe?" Her only response was a nod as she brought her hand up to her heaving chest, eyes still wild, fear lingering there. "Are you okay?"

"Yea," Chloe whispered and nodded, the memories of her nightmare already fleeing, but her body still trembled, a light sheen of sweat still covered her body. It wasn't until she felt his hand on her cheek did she realize she was crying, tears falling down her cheeks. Turning her head she faced him and breathed softly, relieved. "Ollie."

Her face was twisted, pained, her voice was a plea. She shook, shuddering, eyes welling up in tears. "Shh." He slid his hand into her hair and pulled her to him. "Shh, baby it's okay." In seconds her arms were around him, face buried into his neck, sobbing. Oliver pulled her closer, cradling her on his lap, rocking her. Moments passed and then he felt her lips slid across his neck, caress his chin and then meet his. Months had passed without the feel of her lips against his, and now he remained still. "Chloe..." he began as he pulled away, not sure what he should do or say.

"Love me."

Beautiful green eyes pleaded with him, shining with tears. "I'll always love you," he whispered and leaned in, kissing her.