The night ended too soon. The way he laughed at her jokes, how his scent lingered on her clothes and the image of his smile, burned into her mind. Now as she was heading towards the the night, she wanted to stay by his side and was willing to put her inhibitions aside for one night with him. Michelle and Ian had left hours ago, usually she would have left with them, but tonight she stayed until Nyne shut down. She felt free again, like there wasn't a care in the world. When she was with him, it felt like nothing else mattered and although she didn't want to admit it... it scared her.

The cool air felt crisp against her skin, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She scanned the street to find a empty cab, a few feet down she spotted one. Slowly she began to make her way over, not realizing just how tired she was. A strong arm grabbed around her waist.

"Where do you think your going?" the sultry voice was smooth like velvet.

"My friends left and I need to get home somehow." her voice was tired and weak.

"Let me give you a ride home, so I know you made it ok."

Emilene turned around and swayed into Tom's chest. His arms wrapped around her as he guided her to his waiting black SUV. He buried his face in her soft hair, trying to absorb the smell of her coconut shampoo. As they reached the waiting SUV, Tom opened the door and helped her into the back. Bill turned when he saw Emilene enter the SUV and a huge smile took over his face.

Bill took notice of how tired she was and scooted over to the window behind the driver's seat. He grabbed Emilene's hand as she made her way next to him, seeing the exhaustion on her face, he pulled her next to him letting her head fall on his shoulder. Tom gently shut the door and took the spot next to her. Tom turned his attention to her and saw that she was fast asleep on Bill's shoulder.

"We need to find out her address so we can take him home." Tom whispered over to Bill.

Not wanting to wake her up, Bill stretched his left arm to grab Emilene's purse. Not feeling good about looking through her things, he thrusted it towards Tom. "Find her phone and see if you can find her address on it."

Tom let out a heavy sigh and grabbed her purse. He didn't feel right going through her things, but he didn't know what else to do. He couldn't take her back to his room, he didn't want her to have the wrong idea.

Wrong idea? Usually I love having women come in and out like a revolving door.

Tom found her phone at the bottom of her purse, he never understood why women always had such big purses and they were always filled with crap. He stared down at her phone before going through her address book, there he saw Michelle's name. Emilene talked fondly of her friend through their idle talks. The time was 3 a.m., and he hoped that her friend would not be upset with him calling late. He was about to hang up when on the last ring, a very groggy Michelle answered.

"Em? Are you ok? Why are you calling so late?"

Tom took a deep breath. "Uh, this is Tom. Emilene is with me, but she is asleep, I don't want to disturb her, but I need her address to get her home."

"Tom? Tom who?"

Tom played with his lip ring, he was sure that he remembered seeing Emilene texting a photo of herself and Tom that she took to Michelle.

A soft grumble shook him from his thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry... your the guy that Emilene has been talking about... she lives in Brookside Apartments. They are just five blocks up the road, make a left on Chambers and they will be on your right. Her apartment is 562, on the top floor."

"Thank you, I'm sorry again to have woken you up."

"Mhhmmm... its ok. Just take care of her."

Silence. Light snoring was coming through the other line. She must have fallen back asleep.

He relayed the directions back to the driver and was about to put her phone back in her purse, when he sighed and programmed his number in her phone. He noticed Bill watching him and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm very proud of you."

Tom rolled his eyes and placed her phone back in her purse. He put the purse in between his feet and draped his arm over her back.

"Not now Bill."

Bill kept his gaze on his brother and replayed Tom's actions. Only half listening to Bill ramble on about how he was being a gentleman, and finally learned something from his "little brother", Tom rested his head against the back of the seat and drifted off to sleep. The sudden stop shook Tom from his restful slumber, he looked over and saw that Emilene was not disturbed at all. She sure can sleep.

He nodded to Bill, who helped prop her up against the seat, and the driver came around the side of the SUV to carry her out. They made their way to her apartment on the top floor, once at her door, Tom fumbled through her purse again and found her keys. Quietly, he entered her apartment and fumbled along the wall trying to find a light switch, his fingers brushed against one and turned it on. He took a quick glance around taking in the paintings on the walls, the eclectic taste in furniture that decorated her apartment, before coming to what he deemed her bedroom. The driver place Emilene on her bed and Tom pulled a blanket over her body. Silently, he and the driver made their way out of her apartment and back out to the waiting SUV.

As the SUV drove away Tom rested his head back against his seat and began to think.

What am I doing?