Lebrezie: Hey guys, here is the chapter I promised! Sorry it took a little longer than expected, but oh well.

Guess what??? I got 10 reviews last chapter (that is nine more than I expected) haha

ps. this chapter is super short, you have been warned.

Anyway, thanks so much!

ENJOY!

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Chapter 7

T e m p t e d

"You know, it's a shame," He said, his voice breaking the peaceful silence that blanketed the night.

"What's a shame?" She questioned, aware, completely, of the circles his thumb was drawing across her wrist as she spoke.

"That this night has to end," He answered lightly, glancing at her momentarily. His eyes caught hers, and he held her gaze for a moment; testing her, teasing her.

Her heartbeat quickened and she tore her eyes from his. "I know how you feel; nothing is ever the same in the morning," she added, her words were short and her breath was shallow.

He sighed heavily then spoke, "Yes, the sun changes everything, doesn't it." His voice was calm yet chilling. He looked towards the sky, the moon and the stars, and shiver ran a down her spine.

"I take it your not a morning person," She gulped, suddenly nervous.

Why did she keep getting these unsettling feelings around him?

He was perfect, in every possible way she could imagine. His skin was fine, cool, and sleek. His eyes were piercing blue; behind them was a tale of mystery; and at one glance they could consume her in a whirlwind of passion.

So why, she asked, did she feel unbelievably uncomfortable at times when his voice grew serious, and his eyes exposed part of the tale he had regrettably lived.

Was it because in describing her dream she might have also described her worst nightmare?

As of this moment, she couldn't tell.

"I am not a day person." He said, in a serious tone. Her eyes grew wide. There was a second of silence before he began to chuckle, probably at her outlandish reaction to his explanation. "But then again, neither are most people," he admitted in attempt to lighten the ever darkening mood.

She blinked her eyes, and the anxiety was suddenly gone. The air was warm and she relaxed. "You prefer the night life?" She answered lightly, his laughter had lifted the tension, and she glanced at him with a smirk of her own planted firmly on her lips.

He chuckled to himself, and then smiled widely, "yes, you could say that." His glance drifted towards her, and she held his gaze. An unmistakable passion was linked between the two, and she couldn't help but hope this fervor would last till morning.

Namine had barley noticed that they were already at her house, "this is it," she whispered, before walking up the driveway.

They were on the door step before she could count to three.

He was there, facing her. She was there, facing him. Yet neither could actually see the other for who they really were.

All she saw was a prince, her angel sent from heaven. She was overwhelmed by his mere presence, and her eyes ironically barred her sight.

All he saw was his next victim, a cute girl with a nice smile, and more importantly a good heart. He was too caught up in his task to realize that she could save him from the life he regretted living.

They were both lustful, one for life and the other for love.

She wanted him, and he wanted her.

He leaned down, and she closed her eyes.

Was it his life and her love?

His fingers traced intricate patterns along her arms, and his breath teased the skin on her cheeks.

Or was it their lives and their love?

She could feel his lips hovering over hers, ever so slightly inching closer. Then his lips formed a smirk, "goodnight Namine," and he pulled away.

She stood there shocked, frozen, at the sudden loss of the overwhelming feeling he gave her. Her eyes fluttered open, and he was gone, completely.

She was intrigued; with one small action he had tempted her to want more. She hastily searched the darkness and found his shadowed figure was quickly retreating down her steps.

"You didn't kiss me goodnight?" She whispered into the darkness. The words carried across the night, and cut into the silence.

His figure froze, on the bottom step, and he laughed lightly then turned, "I wanted to leave you wanting more," he gave her a suggestive wink, and then began to turn away.

"Why?" She promptly asked; her voice was strong, desperate. It was in that moment, when she uttered that hopeless word, that he knew he had succeeded. She was his, so he turned, and sent her a triumphant smile.

"How else could I ensure that you would want to see me again?" His voice was more alluring than before, and his eyes mocked her with fulfillment.

"A goodnight kiss wouldn't change if I wanted to see you or not," she playfully added, suggesting with her eyes, that despite her ignorance, she wanted him just as much as he need her.

"Oh, in that case…" his smile grew wider and he was in front of her within seconds, "…don't hold your breath."

She did anyway, she couldn't help it. When she was around him, surrounded by his presence, kissing him even, she constantly found herself forgetting to breathe.

The kiss was sweet, short, and left her wanting more, just as he predicted it would.

But oddly enough, as he turned and walked back into the darkness, he found himself wanting more as well, and that surprised him more than the circumstances themselves.

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FIN!

(for this chapter at least)

Lebrezie: Hey guys, I know it was super short, but it just bare with me. I was writing it, and I was like, this would be a perfect way to end a chapter.
I mean, Roxas walking away into the darkness, while Namine retreats into the same confines of her home.

It just can't get better than that.

So yea, thanks for reading, leave a review, and I should have another chapter up soon.