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His arm was draped across her body and she was snuggled close to him. She had a small fistful of his shirt balled in her hand. Her head was buried in her chest, just above the spot where she was holding his shirt. His head rested on the top of hers. This was the way that they slept most nights. Most nights they lay in bed and talked about life or something to do with the wedding. Most nights it was about the wedding; the wedding that was going to occur on November 1st of the following year. They'd spent this night speaking about whether his father should receive an invitation to the wedding. Kolbie was all for inviting him, Wilbur not so much.

The couple had been asleep for a good hour and a half before there was a loud noise in their apartment. Kolbie, the lighter sleeper of the two, sat up quickly, waking Wilbur in the process. Wilbur looked over at his panicked fiancée, and ran his fingers through her dark hair. He figured that she'd had a bad dream, having not heard the loud noise. She shook her head and watched the door intently. Before he could ask what was wrong, the noise repeated itself. Wilbur now understanding her panic walked to the door in his pajamas and opened it slowly. Kolbie stayed under the comforter and watched.

There was smoke in their living area, he closed the door behind him, so to keep the smoke out of the bedroom, and continued to the source of the smoke. There were two bricks in the center of the floor, each with a small flame attached to them. Wilbur backed away from the bricks and grabbed the phone; he then opened the bedroom door and tossed it to Kolbie telling her to call the police. He then went to the kitchen and grabbed a pot off the stove and filled it with water. He then doused the flames. From the other side of the door, he heard Kolbie with the Police. The window that the bricks came through was shattered and the smoke was floating out of the broken window.

The boy then ventured back to the bedroom and held his hand out to her Kolbie. Hesitantly, she took his hand and followed him out off the room and the apartment. The neighbors from across the hall had come out to check on the young couple. Wilbur coughed and assured the neighbor that they were okay. The neighbor then left her door open, if they wanted to come and sit inside, and went into her apartment.

Kolbie buried her face in her fiancée's shirt and exhaled shakily. Wilbur rubbed her back soothingly and kissed her head. "You're okay," he said softly, listening to the sound of the sirens that were approaching. "You're okay."

The fire department and police deemed the apartment safe for living. They covered the window in the living area; they questioned the couple, and then left. Wilbur walked into the apartment first and when he deemed that it was safe he went back to get his fiancée. However she wasn't going into the apartment. Whenever, he would try to get her to enter, she would back away and shake her head.

"Where do you want to stay?" Wilbur asked her, running his fingers through her dark hair.

"With your parents, just for tonight," Kolbie asked. Wilbur tensed and she looked up at him. Her grey eyes were pleading silently with him, and he couldn't deny her anything.

"Okay," he said. "Alright, alright, come on. I'm gonna call her. Come in Kolbie you're going to get a cold." She shook her head. Wilbur sighed and walked back into the apartment where he picked up the phone and dialed the house. "Hey, mom," he answered. "Can we stay there tonight? Someone just tried to some us out of the apartment. We can stay here; Kolbie just doesn't want to say." He waited a moment. "Is he there?" There was a pause. "Thanks, Mom." He hung up the phone and grabbed the keys from the counter. "Alright, let's go."

He exited the apartment expecting to see his black haired lover, but instead saw nothing. He looked around and still didn't see her. He was certain that she didn't go back into the apartment. "Kolbie," he called, expecting her to answer. However, he didn't get one. His heart raced in his chest as he ran down the stairs and to the lower level. He still didn't see her. How could he be so stupid? Someone just tried to kill them and he left her alone. He was an idiot. He looked around the parking lot, trying to find any evidence that someone had made a speedy getaway, as he walked to his craft. There was nothing. As he approached his craft, near tears, he spotted her. Furious with her, he pulled the passenger side door open and pulled her out of the craft, rougher than he intended. The startled grey eyed girl looked up at him, sheer panic in her eyes. However, her panic was nothing compared to his panic, anger, and worry.

Instead of speaking, she buried her face in his shirt and his hand fell from her arm to her waist as he exhaled softly. She listened to his heartbeat as it slowed. He then kissed her forehead. "You scared me," he admitted.

"I know, I'm sorry," she murmured.

Wilbur helped her back into the craft and then started the craft as she buckled her seat beat, "Learned our lesson, have we?" he joked as he pulled out of the space and on to the road. He took Kolbie's hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I'm sorry," he said. Kolbie flipped her hand over and intertwined her fingers in his. He gave her hand a quick squeeze and looked over at her. At some point during their drive, her grey eyes were closed and her grasp on his hand had loosened. He smiled and pulled into the driveway of his parents' home. He debated on waking her, but decided against it. He pulled her out of the craft and into his arms. He was greeted by his mother at the door.

"Hi, mom," he said. He leaned down and allowed her to kiss his cheek.

"Take her up to your room," she said quietly. "Then come down here. I wanna talk to you. It'll only take a moment."

Wilbur nodded and walked her up the stairs and to his old bedroom. Wilbur pushed the door open and dropped her down on the bed gently. He then tucked her into the bed and kissed her. Her fingers caught his hand as he walked out and he looked down at her. She said nothing, just watched him. He leaned down and kissed her again, and again. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair and his fingers slipped under her shirt. His lips slipped from hers and to her collarbone. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he lips traveled to the rise of her breast, stirring his arousal. Wilbur pulled away from her, still holding her fingers and smirked.

"Wait," he muttered her against her lips.

He pulled away and walked out of the room and down the stairs. "Hey," he said as he greeted his mother again.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure. I think that someone is just out to get us," he said.

"What did you do to warrant them to want to be after you?" his mother asked running her finger though his hair.

"I'm not sure."

"Wilbur, if you ever need to stay here, you are welcome," Franny said. "She's already a part of this family. We want to keep her safe."

Wilbur hugged his mother. Finally, some support. "Thank you," he said as he walked away. "Thank you."

He then turned and ran up the stairs. His mind on the warm bed where hopefully Kolbie laid waiting to continue the actions she'd put into play. He opened the door and spotted her sitting on his bed with her legs crossed, looking out of the window at the moon. Her black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, with the enticing skin of her neck visible. Wilbur kissed her neck and pulled her shirt off. She leaned back into his chest and she pressed her lips against his. He smiled at her as he pulled her under the comforter.