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Rebecca's POV

Me and Crystal were in our Yoga group, which we sometimes went to on Saturday or Sunday, but most times we couldn't because I usually had a gig. But surprisingly I didn't this weekend, so I decided to cram as much yoga as I could into this weekend, because LORD knew I needed it with the last month I had just had.

Classes had started back up normally once I was finally off doctors prohibition. I had to frigging draw like crazy to catch up with my artwork, but surprisingly, Kalin had been a big help with that. It turned out he could draw better than I could, and I found I felt inspired by the pictures he drew. All of them were scenery, but there of places I had never seen nor been too. Forest's splattered with the colors of fall or fresh spring; beaches with the shadows of life moving through the water. Every one made me want to draw as well, but nothing I came out with came out nearly as good or as inspiring as his.

Then he drew one that was just so beautiful I just could not let it go. For this one he had begged me for pastels and charcoal, a combination I never wanted to use. And he hadn't exactly begged me, since I had no luck still convincing him to take off the muzzle. But he had drawn a picture of the night, in white and black, with the moon and stars, and the forest shrouded in darkness. I don't know how to explain it to you, but it seemed to sing to me the same haunting melody I had just played the night before. My eyes had teared up, my hands had itched to play, and then he had handed it to me and I swear to god I would have kissed him right then and there if I could had.

But that night in the class was our last sexual encounter. Now, every time we met I tired to keep Ben first and foremost in my mind. But it was hard, oh god, was it hard. We had gotten to the part where we would sometimes spend whole days together on the weekends, or when his keepers would dump him at my place for the night. They seemed to be hoping for something, and they seemed more and more frustrated when I would return him to them. I don't know what they were hoping for, but their increasing tempers were a clear sign of it. Not to mention the increasing time spans they were leaving me with him.

Not to mention every single time his body would brush mine heat would flush me. It was a wake up call, though. Why him and no other male? Why could I not feel this heat with Ben? Or the men I had been with before? Why a man I could never have? Why did I have to suffer through painful and empty sex to try and keep my relationships together that failed anyway? I tried not to blame it on Kalin, after all, it wasn't his fault right? He couldn't know the effect he had on me was limited to only him, right? I mean, he seemed more sane with, but maybe it was because he could just relax in my presence.

Needless to say the tension between the two of us just kept building, and I had no outlet, and nor did he.

"Have you done any new drawings lately?" Crystal broke into my thought process. Our instructor was taking a lunch break, as were we. Crystal was eating her packed lunch of fruits and a ham sandwich, and I was eating, uh, well, nothing. Crystal had made a remark on that, but I had just responded I had had a large breakfast. Which I had, with Kalin.

It was funny watching him figuring out the whole eating thing with the muzzle. But at least he had a hearty appetite.

"Um, yeah, a few." I murmured absent mindedly, wondering how it was I laughed more with Kalin than anymore else, and he couldn't even speak.

"Can I see them?" she asked around a mouthful of her sandwich. I reached for my bag and pulled out my hardcover portfolio. I had wanted to stop by my art teachers room to get his opinion, but it wouldn't hurt showing her first.

"Who is she?" she asked, studying the first picture in the group. They were all of the chick I had seen in the hospital, with variations and whatnot. But one thing remained the same; I always made her vibrant eyes stand out.

"To be honest, I don't know."

"You don't know who she is, but you keep drawing her. Sorry if I say it is a bit creepy."

"I saw her in the hospital when I was leaving last month. I can't explain it, but there is just something about her that makes it impossible for me to get her out of my head."

"Like," my friend paused to find the word. "Attraction? If this your way of your brain telling you you are into chicks?"

I laughed with a snort, snatching the pictures away from her with a shake of my head.

"No, nothing like that. It just feels like I know her, I guess. Or like I should know her, or maybe it is that she knows me. The way she looked at me, it was like me and he had history together, like she recognized me. I don't know what would have happened if the elevator doors hadn't closed, I wish I did. The mystery of her is eating at me, because it feels not right not knowing and just wondering." I took in a breath, and glanced sideways at Crystal. She was wearing tight stretchy pink sweat pants and a pink shirt that hung slightly loose. Her feet were bare, of course, and her hair pulled into a ponytail that somehow made he look even more flawless. I felt plastic standing next to this chick sometimes.

"No, sorry," she said, immediately reading my look, my question. "I have never had a feeling like that. And I have met quite a few people with my whole dancing career going on."

"Okay, maybe I am just a weird oddball."

"Well, we already knew that." she said with a snort, and my head snapped to her, my posture becoming a little more tense, a little more defensive.

My eyes sharpened on her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well come on, Rebecca." she said with a laugh, obviously not seeing the little signs in my body language. "You should have graduated already, and yet you choose to stay here and take more classes. Not to mention you have an awesome boyfriend who is sweet and considerate and you seem to be more attracted to a man who has a muzzle on his face." then a look of understanding dawned. "You like the mystery, huh?"

"No, Crystal, just, UGH!" I tightened my fist, so angry at the fact that I could not even confide in my one and only friend. And she always jumped to conclusions.

"Wow, calm down, I think you are overreacting." and no, she didn't say this is a calm and soothing voice. She said it in a hard, don't even try voice.

"Overreacting? You know what Crystal, I wouldn't have too if you even understood like a fraction of what actually went on in my life, but from what I understand now, you don't. And yet you still continue to run your mouth. I am not your next piece of gossip, and I am not a freaking random person of the street! I thought I was your best friend, but if you cant even recall how many times I have come to your crying because Ben never wants to see me, or how he forgets my birthday, or how he never comes to any date he invites me on or vice versa, leaving me there, then I think you need to go get your head out of your ass and go find a new friend."

Okay, honestly, I hadn't meant to say so much, or say it so rudely. But I was pissed, pushed over the limit, and I was tired of it. Me and Crystal had been friends for four years now, and in those four years I had gone though seven boy friends, only three of which I slept with. Every one of them did not work out. Ben was my seventh, and while the other guys wanted their hands all over me, Ben could not seem to get far enough away from me. Yet every time I seemed to approach the subject of breaking up he would freak out and make it up to me with tons of gifts and crap like that. I had eventually gotten to the point where I just stopped, kept my mouth shut, and let it happen.

Hence why I had forgotten I had a boy friend.

"And let me tell you something. The man with a muzzle has been there for me more in one month than my own boyfriend has in six."

And just when her face turned pale and anger flared her eyes and her mouth opened up to retort, I was saved.

Well, somewhat.

"There you are!" the voice surprised me, and I suddenly looked up to find myself with one of Kalin's body guards hovering over me. I blinked, what he had said not registering with me for a moment, but it scared of Crystal, who cringed away like he had yelled at he. Yeah, he just had that kind of air about him.

"What?" I asked blankly, only for him to snag me by the arm and drag me away. I barly managed to catch my book bag or portfolio, but once I knew I had everything and we were half way to my room I glared up at him and snatched my arm back.

"What the hell is your problem? You don't just barge into my class and drag me out. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You are going to watch Kalin, for me and my associate have somewhere to be." he growled, and the fact that he was actually indulging me and not just dragging me along spoke volumes of how important what they had to do was.

I was ecstatic that Kalin would once again be spending the night, but I put on a put out and pissed off face.

"I just had him this morning!" I yelled, trying to bolt.

It work.

"To bad," he sneered with a laugh, grabbing my arm again and dragging me along even with my thrashing about. Hell, he even began happily whistling to himself. Okay, well, at least they still believed I hated watching him.

When we reached my door he sort of threw me up against it, not too hard, just enough to jar me before stalking off. I blinked after him, guessing that meant that Kalin was already in my room. It just made me more suspicious though. Where were they going? How did he know I was going to be in my yoga class? And why no snide remarks or destruction?

I shook my head and opened up my door, to find Kalin sitting at the kitchen table as usual. I immediately went over and began undoing the straight jacket, then walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat. It wasn't until I pulled a fruit cup from the fridge and turned around that I realized Kalin was right behind me, also looking into the fridge.

Our bodies came flush up against each other, and heat flushed my body, making me give a small gasp. Maybe he felt it too, or maybe my reaction fueled him, but heat flared his eyes as well.

"S-sorry," I said desperately, backing up so quickly I hit the fridge, making it rock. It scared me, and also distracted me, so I barley managed to avoid the hand Kalin reached out to steady me. Worry had replaced the heat in his eyes, but my body was still on fire and it was making me jittery.

"Thank you," I muttered before quickly retreating, pausing when I heard him growl. I glanced back at him, to find him looking right at my ass, and realized I was so screwed. I was wearing thin gray sweat pants and a white halter that hugged my chest and even showed off some of my midriff. Before his eyes could come up to meet mine and I could see the raw hunger in there, I quickly sat down in the chair.

"Frick," I muttered, when I looked down at the juice cup and realized that I had forgetten a spoon in my rush to get away from him. I didn't know how much longer we were going to be able to go one like this. I had never had something like this happen, I did not even know where to begin. I had never wanted to kiss someone, to touch someone, to feel someone against me with such intensity. I wanted it, hell no, at this point I needed it, or I think I was just going to go up in flames. But I was still with Ben, and that means that I still had a still obligation. Being in the same room with Kalin right now was not a good idea.

I blinked when a spoon suddenly appearing in my vision, and when I grabbed at it our hands touch.

"Uh, thank you," I murmured, keeping my head down, and I heard him murmur his welcome, at least, I think that is what he murmured, and sat down across from me.
I swallowed heavily, my hands shaking uncontrollably when I tried to peel of the foil on the top of my snack. So much so, Kalin actually had to calmly take it from me and do it for me before placing it back in front of me. I gave him a grateful smile, not only for the help, but also for noticing my aversion to our sexual tension. I think he and I both knew if he made a move I would be lost, yet he was keeping his distance. No other man I knew could do that, or would do that for me.

And it was for me, I could see in his eyes it was for me.

I looked down at my food again, pondering my heart. When had my feelings for this silent man changed? When had they gone from pity and understanding to wanting to be with him and actually liking him? To my body wanting him with an intensity I had never know, and judging from him being all tied up, I don't think he had either.

Then a thought made me pause, and I began coughing at a piece of fruit went down the wrong pipe at a thought.

Was Kalin a virgin?

Oh shit.

I didn't even know how long he had been like this, for all I know he could still be. Hell! I didn't even know how old he was.

I held up a hand when Kalin worriedly got up to assist me in clearing my windpipe, not wanting him to get any closer and test my leashed control that was being made worse with my turbulent emotions. He did sit back down, but he continued to watch me with worried and wary eyes. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not liking the intense and undivided attention.

"So, uh, where are they going?" I asked with a slight shake in my voice, trying to get his gaze off of me. I say him shrug, and gave a small laugh. "Of course, silly me, I didn't think they would tell you or anything I just thought maybe you had overheard something. Do you know how long they will be gone?" another shrug. "Oh, so we may end up, ah, staying together for awhile." oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

"Hey, uh, why don't you do some more drawings, unless you would like to play the gameboy?" he said nothing. Just continued to sit there and look at me, but this time with a more calculating look in his eyes. I got up, managing not to stumble, and grabbed my bag. I jumped when he came up behind me, shying away, but that meant I couldn't stop him from grabbing my portfolio.

"Uh." yeah, that is what came out of my mouth. It wasn't the actually word, it was more like a squeaky gasp. But his reaction was unexpected, and I titled my head to look at him.

His body went completley ridged when he looked at my picture of the woman I had seen.

"You know her?" I asked softly, leaning slightly to one side to try and meet his eyes. But he looked away and then, finally, shook his head.

"Liar," I huffed, and went to snatch it from his hands. Only for the thick sketch paper to cut the side of right hand open.

"Ouch!" I yelped, instinctively grabbing my hand. It seemed like such a stupid move to do, but we all did it, grab at the thing that hurt as if that would prevent more pain. But the pressure on the wound caused me more pain, and made me get blood all over both my hands. "Crap!" I muttered, and began looking around for a towel or something to clean up and stem the bleeding.

Just when I spotted something, and went to turn to take it, Kalin's hand flashed out and grabbed the wrist of my injured hand, taking a step closer to me, stepping on my drawings, holding my injured hand straight up, like I was making an oath. The look in his eyes was one I hadn't seen before, and he was looking right at the blood that was now running off my hand and dripping onto the paper at our feet. It made me shiver, a cold shiver, drowning out the heat his touch would have caused.

I tried to pull away, but I froze when his other hand came up, not to touch me, but to undo the back of his muzzle.

With one hand, he undid both the clips, and the muzzle fell away to reveal his face.