"John?" she questioned walking into the house. She earned no response as she closed the door behind her. Slipping off her shoes and placing her purse on the table she looked around the home. It was exactly the same; he hadn't changed anything, except removing the pictures she had placed throughout of them. Taking a deep breath, the air in the home was still the same; it smelt of vanilla and lavender. Walking through the home, she made her way to the garage. Opening the door, the smell of oil, grease, and wax filled her lungs. Hearing the sound of wrench falling onto the concrete floor, she saw him leaning over the engine of his vintage Shelby Cobra Mustang. The hood of the car covering him as he worked on something inside of the car; she stepped down onto the cool floor and walked towards him.

She remembered the many times that she would come home to find him doing the same thing, working hard to rebuild them or make sure they would run smoothly. Stepping next to him, she leaned over the hood of the car looking down at what he was doing. One of his hands held something while the other tried to unscrew something on the engine. Taking the old part out he replaced it in the other hand putting the new part on the car. Just as he was about to turn she reached down and checked the part that he was just placed on the engine. He jumped, scared when he saw her hand reach down in the engine. "Number one rule," she began biting her lip as she tightened the part and began checking the other parts of the engine. "Always check to make sure everything is tightened before you start the engine."

"Where did you learn that?" he smirked, seeing her lean over the car practically ruining the beautiful dress she wore.

"Some guy taught it to me."

"Really, some guy?"

"Yeah, he knows a lot of about cars." He smiled weakly before slamming the hood shut.

"What are you doing here And?" he asked walking past her to start the engine.

"I came to see how you were," she responded leaning against the open door of the mustang. Grease covered the front of her dress, but she didn't care at the moment. "You seemed pretty upset when you left the Church."

"I'm fine." He cut the engine before standing up and leaning on the opposite side of the door, their faces just mere inches away. "Really I feel much better than I did this morning."

"John, why didn't you end it last night instead of leaving her at the altar?"

"She wouldn't listen last night, saying that it was only a small case of cold feet."

"Johnny, you should have tried harder." Looking up to meet her eyes when she called him 'Johnny,' he couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her hands, arms, and dress now covered in grease and oil, her hair now in a lose ponytail and her makeup beginning to wear away; but she looked absolutely gorgeous.

"How did you know that I would be here?"

"You brothers told me."

"No I meant in the garage."

"This is where you always came when something was wrong; you always came out here to work on the cars." A smile broke out on his lips; he couldn't believe she still remembered so much. "I might have been gone for four years, but I still remember things."

"I've missed you." The words slipped out of his mouth, never meaning to leave. She looked away from him, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Her tone shocked him, her voice was now serious and any sign the last few minutes were gone. "What are you sorry for? For telling me that you missed me, for hurting me four years ago, or-" He cut her off, his lips met hers as he leaned over the door of the car. She pulled away from him, trying to keep her eye sight anywhere but him.

"Andy, I'm sorry for it all. I should have never done any of it, I should never have cheated on you, I should never have let you walk out of my life so easily, and I shouldn't have ever given up on you. I'm sorry; damn I was going to propose to you when you came home. I didn't want to lose you."

"But you did John; you made your choice that night."

"I didn't know you were coming home!"

"That should not have made a difference! You should never have slept with another woman, whether I was coming home or not!"

"I know that." His eyes showed the hurt that he felt, his broad shoulders sunk low as he leaned against the door. She looked up at him; it was his turn to now look anywhere but at the woman in front of him.

"John," she started. "John look at me." He continued to look away, forcing her to pull his face towards her. "Johnny I'm sorry, I am. I shouldn't have just run away like I did, I know that I should have stayed so that we could talk it out, but I was hurt. I couldn't look at you without crying. You might not believe this, but I've missed you more than you know. I've missed the way that you would know exactly what to say when I was having a bad day or something went wrong, the way you would hold me in your arms as we lay in bed or sat on the couch, the way you would say I was beautiful even if I was had on a pair of shorts and a cut off with my hair in a ponytail working on the cars, but you know what I miss most of all?" He stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. "I miss being able to hear you say 'I love you.'"

He didn't know what to say, she had just poured everything out to him but he didn't know what to do. She stood between him and the door now; she had slipped into the small space as she spoke moments ago. Looking down into her gorgeous brown eyes he felt himself growing weaker. He pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to hers, the kiss full of hunger, wanting, and need. He wrapped his arms around her body as her arms wound around his neck. "You ruined your dress," he whispered as he pulled away. "I really liked that dress."

"That's too bad, because I'm going to have to get rid of it now."

XOXO

"You seriously have my clothes?" she questioned as she walked back into the bedroom the next morning. "Why do you still have my clothes?" He mumbled something against the pillows, unable to make out what he said she sat on the edge of the bed repeating her question.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I had to work out…"

"You crazy person, we worked out last night."

"Seriously, wow. Why do you have my clothes?"

"Eve and Sam always came and borrowed things, so I figured I would just let them have a closet of whatever you left to choose from."

"Well aren't you nice?" He smiled brightly before pulling her towel clad body towards him.

"I'm very nice." A laugh escaped her lips as he pressed his to hers lightly. "I've missed this Andy."

"What's 'this'?"

"Everything; waking up to you stepping out the shower after a workout in the morning, the smell of your perfume, the feeling of you in my arms, your beautiful one hundred watt smile, and being able to kiss you." Another laugh escaped her lips as she kissed him before stepping from the bed. "Where are you going?"

"I have to change, I'll be back."

"Why are you changing? I like that outfit."

"Too bad." She walked into the closet that contained many of the articles of clothing that she had left behind when she walked out on him. Picking up a pair of gym shorts and one of his old shirts, she walked into the bathroom to change. "John," she called from the bathroom.

"What is it?"

"I have to talk to you about something." He emerged from the bedroom, standing in the doorway of the bathroom watching as she pulled on his shirt. "Something serious."

"What's wrong Andy?" he questioned, stepping closer to her placing his hands on her hips.

"I have to leave John, I have to get back on the road, and I can't stay with you. I only took off these last two days because I never thought any of this was going to happen. I have to get back to my tour." He felt like she was being ripped from him; he knew that this was going to have to happen soon, but he hoped that it wasn't this soon. "I'm sorry, I am. But I have to get back to my job."

"I know." She lifted his eyes to meet hers, before pressing her lips to his. "I'll come visit you while I'm off."

"That would be great."

"When do you have to leave?"

"Tonight, Kate text me earlier with the details." He nodded before wrapping his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. "I'm sorry Johnny."

"It's okay, I knew you would have to leave soon."

Okay so is this what you expected? yes, no, maybe? what do you think will happen in the future, i think i might do one or two more chapters...? R&R

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