It's been a year since the family came back to the states. Dom and Letty have been taking it one step at a time with their relationship. She has only remembered small bites and pieces from the early years of her life but hasn't had a trigger yet. Letty has slowly fallen back in love with Dom and Dom has made everyday she's been back meaningful. They haven't gotten pass the next level yet. Dom wanted to respect her boundaries and Letty was afraid of being enough or the same girl that he has loved for so long. But she couldn't refrain from temptation for any longer. She felt ready to take that next step with him.

Letty is in the kitchen washing dishes when Dom walks into the garage with a cloth wrapped around is hand. She turns around and sees him groaning from the pain. She stared at the muscle evident on his arms and through his wife-beater. She had to shake herself back into focus.

"What happened?"

"I cut my hand fixing the windsheild on the Mazda."

"Let me clean it up for you, come here."

He walks over to her and she looks at his cut. He takes the cloth off it and sees the gash. She pulls the cloth out of the drough and wet it with water. She rung it out set it aside as she grabbed the first aid kit. She took gauze and a band to put on his palm. She sat him down and took the cloth put wipe away the blood.

"It stings."

"Don't be such a baby." She says to him as cleans his wound. She places the gauzes on his hand and laid the band-aid on top.

"You're really good at this."

"I've learned how to stitch up myself every once and awhile." She put the cloth on the table and pulls her black tank-top down to show the side of her abs, revealing a scare. "A bullet grazed me once, some peroxide and bandages made me good as new." Dom placed his hand on the scar and felt the faded wound. He let his fingers circled her skin and he didn't want to move his hand. He thought about not being there to protect her. She sees the expression on his face and puts her the head against his cheek.

"It's okay. I know it looks bad but I'm okay now."

"I just wish I could've been their for you."

"We have time now. Let's not waste it. Can I ask you something?" She said as pulled her shirt down.

"Yeah."

"I know we've taken our time with getting back to us. I want us to...be more than just kissing and holding hands."

"Letty, what do you mean?"

"I'm ready Dom. I want us to have sex."

Dom was surprised by what he was hearing. He loves her and respects her choices with her body. He didn't mind waiting until she was ready, but his heart lit up like the sun. He missed her these last four years. Holding her in his arms, kissing her body, making love to her. Part of him was slightly nervous of having her again but he knows she's just a nervous as he is.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"I am. I want you and that's all I want."

"Okay. So I..uhh...When do you want to..?" He says nervously, not knowing how to go about planning their night together.

"We can go somewhere. Where was it the first time?"

"Our first time. We were upstairs in my room. We just got out of the rain after being at the beach. We were soaked and I kissed you. And then we ended up in bed together that night. I lit some candles trying to be romantic and I put slow music on."

"How was it, if you don't mind me asking?"

"You were the only woman I've ever made love too."

Letty was surprised to hear what he said. He was so masculine and rarely showed his sensitive side. She felt touched that he would open up to only her. She smiled knowing that their first time was more than just sex to him.

"So how do feel about maybe going somewhere nice where we can be alone?" He asks her.

"I'd like that."

"Okay. We can go tomorrow after the barbque."

"Okay then." She stands up and closes up the first aid kit. "I'm gonna go check on Jack."

"Okay." He says awkwardly. She leaves the kitchen after aiding to Dom's hand. He sits back in the chair and let's out a deep breathe. He and Letty haven't been intimate in five years. He's been with only one other woman but to him, it was just grief sex over losing his wife, knowledge that Letty was not aware of. If a night together was to happen, he knew it had to be perfect.