Authors note: Thank you so much for the reviews :) nice to know that people agree that Becker needed to be slapped ;).

[Becker's Flat – 9:00 p.m.]

-Becker's Point of View –

Those simple words were enough to stop me. I stood there holding onto her for a long time and she let me keep her there. After a while she whispered in my right ear.

"Becker, let's go inside." Her voice sent waves of pleasure through my body.

Picking her up off the ground I took a few steps back into my flat, kicking the door closed.

I set her back down on her feet. I gazed down at her, and she stared back, her blue eyes looking darker in the dim light of the room. She started to pull away from me, but I didn't move from where I was nor did I let her go. Her eyes still were lipid from the tears.

It was in that moment an incomprehensible tension between us flared, with the upmost care and deliberation our lips met. The kiss was slow, filled with meaning and intent. We pulled apart and were drawn back again, the kiss intensifying – our hands exploring each other with care.

I sucked in a breath as her hand started unbuttoning my shirt. With a heroic amount of self restraint I stopped her.

"Abigail, you can slow down, I'm not going anywhere." I reassured.

She looked at me carefully, then standing on her toes he kissed me again, fiercer.

The kiss was so raw and hungry that I am sure my blood pressure rose well beyond where it should have been.

The kiss lasted for a long time; soon we both had to come up for air.

"Becker." She asked breathless.

"Abby?" My voice husky with the response.

"I can't take this slow." She explained, still out of breath.

Screw it.

"Neither can I." I agreed before kissing her roughly – letting my hands go where they pleased.

[Becker's Flat – 4:30 a.m.]

-Abby's Point of View –

I awoke with a start, bolting upright in bed for a moment confused about where I was.

It was dark outside; the windows were open with the nearly full moons light flooded into the room

I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, I turned to look at my bedmate.

Becker was fast asleep, looking calm and relaxed, the covers had gathered at his waist leaving his bare chest exposed.

My eyes wandered over his lean and muscular body… then my mind wandered to the subject of Connor and my heart sank.

'Oh god, Connor, oh lord what have I allowed to happen.'