I lifted my eyes to his hazel and felt my stomach tighten. There was so much more to them than other people's eyes, they were bottomless and I smiled softly at how emotional this was. I was here, in his home, free to ask him whatever I wanted and yet I could think of nothing to say. I nibbled at my thumb, my eyes dancing around his loft, still a little bit in awe at how elegant it all is. I mean, I knew he was rich but this was like a whole new level to the meaning luxurious.

"So me and you," I began, frowning a little as I struggled to find the words to say "Me and you are… I mean you and me…" I trailed off and felt foolish as he smirked at me. I felt a heat rises to my cheeks and resisted the urge to turn my face away from him in embarrassment. He's grinning now, not even bothering to hide his amusement. A little bit of anger bubbled up inside me and I stood up straight and met his eyes. I am not a little kid.

"We're together," I stated bluntly and watched as his eyes widened and his body tensed.

"No. No we're not in any way together," he replied quickly, the words spilling out of his mouth as if he couldn't get them out fast enough.

"But, we…. I saw the memories. The looks between us, the words," I stammered out, confused about our connection to each other.

"That's all they ever were Justin, words," I glanced up at him, to see his back turned to me. I frowned and found that I had no words to say.

I walked towards him slowly, my steps hesitant. I placed my hand on his shoulder and almost gasped at how tense he was. I almost didn't notice my hands begin to rub away the tension, my thumbs stroking along the side of his shoulders, tingling as they do so.

He still didn't turn around and the silence stretched out between us. My hands trailed down his arms and I felt my stomach flip as I reached his hands, my fingers drawing patterns on his wrist. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak, when he suddenly turned around and pressed his lips against mine.

I stumbled backwards in shock and felt as his arms grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him. I gasped from the feeling in my stomach, I had kissed before but it had never felt like this. I had never felt fireworks before. I felt my legs tremble and my arms clutched at his shoulders to stop me from crumbling to the floor. I felt as he smirked against my lips and I frowned. There was no way he was going to win that easily.

I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my body further into his, my tongue trailing along his bottom lip. I tugged gently at the hair at the nape of his neck and grinned as his mouth fell open in surprise. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and moaned slightly at the taste of just Brian. Our tongues danced furiously together and I bit gently on his lower lip.

"Little fucker," he murmured and I grinned, feeling complete happiness as he directed me up the stairs and pushed me down onto the bed. His right hand tangled in my hair, twisting strands around his fingers. His left hand cupped my cheek but slowly moved lower, trailing down my neck and I felt as his middle and forefinger stroked gently around the bottom of my jaw, stopping at a certain point. He was feeling for my pulse, I pulled away and stared up into his face. He looked straight ahead and refused to meet my eyes. I pulled his chin down and stubbornly kept watching him until with a sigh he finally glanced down, pushing the hair out of my face.

"Fuck me," I whispered and he watched me silently, his fingers still on my pulse. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me gently, more tenderly than before. I bought my fingers down his chest, and was about to start undoing the buttons when I heard the loft door open.

"Brian, get the fuck off him now!"

I glanced past Brian to see Debbie stood angrily in the middle of the loft floor, her cheeks red and a dish tucked in her arm. Brian groaned and pushed himself off the bed, walking past Debbie and into the kitchen.

"How could you be such an asshole? Jumping him when he's just been through an ordeal like that?" She asked angrily, slamming the dish down onto the counter.

"Deb, seriously, I'm fine. My head doesn't even hurt anymore," I said, wincing a little as I sat up on the bed.

"Well that's bullshit," she replied, breathing heavily. "Get up Sunshine, we need to get you checked out."

"How do you even know about that?" I asked her, walking stiffly down the stairs, thinking desperately of images of my grandmother, I didn't want my desire for Brian to be too obvious to Debbie. I mean, more obvious that it already was.

"Your mom called me straight after you ran away with Mr Careless here," she explained, gesturing angrily to Brian, who was leant back against the fridge, a bored look on his face. How could he look at me with such disinterest, as if I was nothing to him?

"I'm not fucking around Sunshine, you need to get checked out. Remembering something, or someone, as big as Brian ain't good for you honey. It could have caused some damage."

"What kind of damage?" Brian asked, his mask dropping slightly, before he realised and turned away, rubbing the back of his head.

"I don't know Brian, brain damage?" Debbie replied, grabbing hold of my arm and practically frog marching me over to the door.

"So, I'll see you later?" I called back over my shoulder.

Brian shrugged "Don't know. Maybe,"

"We'll see Sunshine," Debbie cut in as she pushed me out of the door and down the stairs. I ran ahead of her, not wanting a lecture right now. I had been so close to finally being with Brian. When the memories had returned so had the feelings, the desires, I had just needed to be with him and I had been so close.

"You were really going to do it, weren't you?"

I turned around and squinted against the sun as Debbie walked quickly to catch up with me. We strode away from the building and I briefly considered lying to her, before realising that it would probably be very pointless.

"Yeah, I was," I replied, trying not to jump as the cars speeded past me, they felt so close to my body and the memory of being hit kept swarming back.

"That's the most stupid fucking idea I've ever heard," Debbie said, pulling me across in front of her, so that she was between me and the cars.

"Look Sunshine, I know that you want Brian. Hell, most people do. But honey, he has a 'one fuck only' policy. He fucks tricks and then he leaves them, that's just how he is. I don't want you to get caught up in that,"

"I know I'm different Deb. I know I am. The way he looks at me, it's different," I replied stubbornly, thinking back to the moment that I had woken up in his arms, a look of such fear and concern on his face. Debbie sighed beside me.

"I don't want you hurt Sunshine, that's all. Anyways, I said we'd meet your mother on Liberty Avenue, so we need to keep going,"

Then I heard it. The song, the music that was so familiar yet so distant. I just wanted to keep hearing it, to just keep listening. I didn't care what was happening to me as long as the music kept playing, the violin music.

"Justin!"

I blinked and saw Debbie's concerned face staring at me, her eyes filled with panic. "Where the fuck are you going?"

I looked around and saw that I was facing in exactly the opposite direction to where Debbie had been leading me. I could see Brian's building further up ahead, and my heart pounded at the thought that maybe that was were I had been walking to. Maybe Brian had played the music?

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"You just ran, it was like you were in a trance or something," Debbie said anxiously, feeling my forehead.

"The music," I murmured and Debbie's face paled, as if filled with a memory of something bad, something evil.

"Come on Sunshine, we need to get you checked out."