Of course, when my mom left, Patch and I headed upstairs, totally disobeying my mom's rules of "No boys upstairs," but I honestly didn't care. Patch wasn't some bad-boy looking up girls' skirts for a living. He was my guardian angel, my protector, and my lover, and no matter how much my mother hated Patch, I would still love him. Patch had my hand in his as we made our way towards my room, and he was smiling at me every step of the way.

"What are you looking at?" I asked Patch as he continued to stare at me. "I'm looking at you, and how lucky I am to have you," Patch replied.

I smiled at his words as we entered my bedroom. I almost immediately slammed my body onto my bed; I missed the softness my bed offered, and I was glad to get away from that stiff hospital bed. Patch grinned at my action, and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. "Glad to be home?" Patch asked me. For a moment, I didn't answer, because I was caught up in Patch's eyes. I loved his eyes, they were so dark and full of mystery, and I loved it.

"Nora, angel, anyone in there? Hello?" Patch waved his hand in my face to get my attention. I blinked twice before I answered his question. "Yes, I'm glad to be here, with you." I added on quietly as I continued to stare at Patch's eyes. "Angel, you're staring at me now, what is it?" Patch asked as he gave me a confused look.

"I'm looking at your eyes," I whispered to answer his question. "I knew it." Patch grinned. Patch then laid down next to me on my bed and stared at the ceiling with me. I then saw Patch turn his head to look at me from the side of my eyes, and I moved my eyes to catch him, once again, just looking at me. "Please, do tell me why you stare at me so much." I asked with slight winning in my voice. Patch giggled shortly, and then grew serious.

"I just, I can't believe you're all mine sometimes, and I can't help but stare." Patch explained. I felt suddenly warm inside, and I felt the urge to kiss him, but Patch beat me and kissed me tenderly on my lips. I closed my eyes as Patch continued to kiss me with such an intensity, I felt my insides would burst, but in a good way. I could then feel Patch climb on top of me; supporting his weight with his hands. I only opened my eyes when Patch stopped kissing me suddenly. I looked up to see Patch over me, and he wasn't moving. "Patch, why did you stop?" I asked him. Patch then looked into my eyes, and asked me a quick question to my question.

"Are you sure you want to do this, I mean, I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want, angel." Patch explained. I thought about his words for only a second, before my desire to be close to him grew too much.

"I'm sure." I replied. I was read y for this, I needed him. Even him kissing me wasn't enough; I needed more. The two words I just said, would change our relationship, completely. Patch smiled as he bent down to kiss me again, and we continued our night, with pure passion in our hearts.