Hi guys!!

I'm so sorry for the delay. I mean almost three months! I can't believe it's been that long since my last update. I've just been really busy lately. I've moved (I'm living on my own for the first time ever) and I've started a new school. Then for a while I kind of forgot about this story (sorry about that) but here is the next chapter...at long last.

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She hated nights like these. Nights when she was incredible tired but couldn't sleep at all. It was quiet. At least now it was. About an hour ago she had heard a couple of younger men, obviously drunk, making a lot of noise in the stairwell. After continues arguments with some of her neighbours they finally gave up and left. If only she didn't have this much trouble sleeping she would have been pleased when the silence returned.

Another twenty-five minutes went by before she decided to give up and call it morning. She pushed the cover away and put her feet down on the cold floor. The coldness sent a shiver through her body and she quickly put the warm robe around herself. However her slippers were nowhere to be seen and she left the bedroom tiptoeing through the living room towards the kitchen.

It was just as dark as any other room in the apartment. The clock on the wall showed 3.20 and she sighed as she filled the coffee machine with water and turned it on.

Just as she sat down at the table, waiting for the coffee to be ready, she heard the distinct sound of her cellphone coming from the direction of her bedroom. At first she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, but when the ringing wouldn't stop she rose from the chair and followed the sound to her nightstand.

Of course, she thought while glancing at the display. Who else would call her in the middle of the night?

"Charlie, you know, if I weren't already awake I would be really pissed off right now." She joked.

Charlie chuckled. "I know it's late and…" he stopped. "…wait, you were already up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Oh…I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I didn't really expect me to sleep. I have too much on my mind."

"Yeah, I understand. That's actually why I wanted to talk to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Don called me about half an hour ago. I wasn't sure if I was going to call you or not but then I figured that maybe you wanted to know right away."

"What are you talking about? What did Don say?"

"He told me they caught the guy."

"What?" She sat down on the bed, her feet still touching the cold wooden floor. "They caught him?"

"They did." He confirmed.

"That was fast."

"Yeah. They found the bar where he used to hang out and waited for him to make a move. They caught him before he had a chance to leave with a seventeen year old girl."

"Is the girl all right?"

"She's okay. Chocked, but okay. She's in the hospital as we speak." He heard her take a deep breath. "He won't be able to hurt anyone else. It's over."

"Maybe for him it is…but what about the families? What about their lives? Losing a loved one is…is…they will never get over this." Her voice was heartbreaking and Charlie wanted nothing more than run over there and tell her everything was going to be fine. He wanted to hold her, kiss her and reassure her that something like this was never going to happen to her again. Tell her that he would do anything to make sure she would never get hurt again.

"Charlie?" He snapped back to reality when she spoke again after a moment of silence.

"I'm here." He said.

"Oh, good. For a moment there I thought you hung up on me." She tried to joke.

"I wouldn't do that."

"I know…I was just kidding."

"Amita?"

"Mm"

"I'm sorry I can't do anything for you. I'm sorry that…that I can't make you feel better." She heard sadness in his voice. Sadness she was responsible for. Damn. She promised herself she wouldn't hurt him again and yet here she was, sitting on her bed, while history repeated itself.

"Charlie." She began. "You have no idea how much I love having you in my life. To know that someone is watching over me…to…" She felt her eyes water but no tears came. "I love you." She simply said. "And you do make me feel better. You make me feel alive again and the last couple of months have been amazing…I wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Yeah?" She could tell he was smiling even though se couldn't see it.

"Yeah…now, let's change the subject before I start crying."

"Good idea…I've never been very good around crying women." He smiled when she heard her small laugh. "What are you going to do now…I mean if you're not going to sleep?"

"I don't know. The coffee is probably ready soon but after that…" She trailed off. "You want to come over?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

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The familiar knock on the front door still gave her Goosebumps and she left the kitchen to let him in.

She hadn't bothered to get dressed and she still wore the robe over the large blue T-shirt. She was also quite sure that her hair was a complete mess when she opened the door for him.

"Good morning." He greeted her.

"Good morning." They smiled at each other before Charlie made the first move and captured her lips with his. She tasted of mint. An indication that she'd recently brushed her teeth.

"You want some coffee?" She asked still wrapped in his arms.

"Yes please." Amita nodded before she let him go and headed towards the kitchen. She took out another cup from the cupboard and placed it next to the coffee machine. As she poured the steaming hot coffee into the white cup she heard him enter the room behind her. She didn't even flinch when she felt his arms around her waist and she closed her eyes when he kissed her bare neck and rested his head on her shoulder.

Amita put the coffee pot back where it belonged and leaned into his embrace, her hands covered his where they rested on her flat stomach. He made her feel so safe.

"I'm glad you came." She told him.

"Me too."

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An hour later both of them were seated on the couch in front of the TV. Of course nothing good was on this early in the morning so they decided to just sit down and enjoy each other's company for once.

"You and Don had a fight…about a girl…in the middle of your lawn?"

"Tell me again why we're having this discussion?"

"As I recall you started it by asking me about my first crush. It was only fair to me if I asked you the same question." She said with a smile on her face.

"I'm glad my embarrassing childhood amuses you." He smiled back.

Amita chuckled and hit him playfully on the arm.

"This is nice." He looked at her as she spoke. "I mean this…you and me…talking, spending time with each other. Alone."

"Yeah." He nodded. "This is nice."

He kept his eyes on her as he reached up to caress her cheek, pulling her head closer to be able to kiss her again. He loved the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his and she didn't put up any struggle when he wanted her to come closer. Still attached to his mouth she moved closer to him until they were sitting right next to each other on the couch, legs touching more than a little.

She responded to the kiss immediately and it didn't take very long for it to deepen. Their tongues met right before her hands found their way to his hair, his on the other hand was on her bare thigh since her robe had opened up, revealing her long legs.

They broke the kiss for a moment to catch their breaths but not long thereafter they were kissing again. Kissing like crazy teenagers whose parents were out of town. The only thing that could be heard in the room were the sound of their wet lips as they crashed into each other and the quiet moans coming from both of them.

When he felt Amita move beside him Charlie thought something was wrong and was about to stop. That was until he felt her body in his laps as she straddled him, her weight putting pressure in just the right spot.

"Amita." He said between kisses.

"Schh." She silenced him before moving to his neck. She left small butterfly kisses all the way down to below his right ear. "Make love to me Charlie." It was nothing more but a whisper, but it was enough to make him shiver.

She left his ear and moved to sit up, finding his cloudy eyes staring back at her. She smiled at the sight of his messy hair, knowing she was responsible for it.

His hands carefully worked the knot on her robe before pushing it of off her shoulders. It landed somewhere on the floor behind her. His eyes never left hers as he constantly searched for any regret in them.

"I want this." She told him, as if she could read his mind. She picked up one of his hands from where they rested on her hips and brought it to her mouth. He closed his eyes for a second as she gently kissed his palm. "And I want you." She was still whispering.

"I want you too." He told her and brought her head down to his to be able to kiss her. "So much."

His fingers reached the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms to make it easier for him to take it off. Her exposed chest was met by the chilly air in the room but it was soon forgotten when he felt Charlie cover her erect nipple with his warm mouth. God, she wanted him so much.

He left her breast, kissing his way down to her stomach, only stopping slightly at the sight of her pink scar. He looked at it while tracing the long mark with his index finger. He felt her take a deep breath before she placed her hand on the back of his head as he continued to leave small kisses on her stomach, showing her he wouldn't love her any less just because she had this on her belly.

To be continued…