Bosco sat on his bed staring at the door. God what was he
thinking. Faith was too good for him. She wasn't in his leauge. Never had
been. She deserved so much better then Fred. But was he any better?
Would he make her feel special and loved? He stood up and pulled off his
shirt and threw it toward the hamper. He wanted to try. God he wanted to
try to be the man she needed. Bosco shed his jeans. He wanted to be the
man she couldn't live without. Laying down on the bed he stared at the
celing. Bosco needed Faith to see that he could be the man she wanted. He
could be her friend, her partner, and her lover.
Hadn't she felt it last night. In there kisses. In they way they made love. He had never felt that way before. She had thought he felt the same way, he could feel it. No woman had made him resopond the way she had. He hoped he rocked her world as much as she rocked his. But he didn't want it to be about sex. Sex was important but he wanted a relationship with Faith. Not just one night. He wanted so much more for the both of them. Bosco turned over and tried to make sence of the last twenty-four hours.
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Faith layed on the couch. She had grabbed a book off the shelf and tried to consiontrate on it. She threw it on the coffee table and stared up at the ceiling. God what the hell was she was going to do. Bosco was her friend. Her best friend. How could she handle him on such a personal level. She could handle Bosco on his worst day but could she handle him in her bed? In her life twenty-four seven? Faith turned and looked at the closed bedroom door. Could she handle the nightmere's she knew plaged him often? Could he chase her nightmeres away like he did last night? It all was too much for her to handle right now. She closed her eyes and tried to find sleep.
An hour later she got up and went to the book case and returned the book and looked at the pictures that she had missed earlier. One of him and his brother, one of him and his mom and another of the three of them. Then she saw them. Four pictures. Spread out on different shelves. One of her and Bosco at graduation from the acadamy. Another of Faith and him at Charlie's fifth birthday party. The third was of Faith, Charlie and Emily at the park. Faith picked it up. He had taken it on a rare day off at the park. Fred had to work and Bosco had volenteered to take them. He had packed a picnic and everything.
The forth one made Faith's heart stop. It was of the two of them. She wondered who had taken it or how he came to have it. It was taken on her birthday. She had one similer but this one was....intamite. He was looking at her, not the camera. He was smiling at her and she was laughing. His eyes shining brite. Faith saw that look in his eyes last night. He was happy. He was loved. She set the picture down and went to the closed door. Quietly she opened it. The small light on the bed side table. Faith smiled. God he looked twelve when he was sleeping.
Faith watched for a minute. He had such a pained look on his face. She wanted to erase it from his face. She leaned agaist the door frame and watched Bosco sleep. She wanted to trust him. Wanted to love him. Her heart ached with the pain. Faith moved over to the side of the bed. She quietly sat on the floor next to the bed. She wanted to touch him but neither had gotten much sleep last night. If she touched him he would wake up and that would be the end of her resolve. Faith laid her head down on the mattress. Maybe morning would have all the answers.
Hadn't she felt it last night. In there kisses. In they way they made love. He had never felt that way before. She had thought he felt the same way, he could feel it. No woman had made him resopond the way she had. He hoped he rocked her world as much as she rocked his. But he didn't want it to be about sex. Sex was important but he wanted a relationship with Faith. Not just one night. He wanted so much more for the both of them. Bosco turned over and tried to make sence of the last twenty-four hours.
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Faith layed on the couch. She had grabbed a book off the shelf and tried to consiontrate on it. She threw it on the coffee table and stared up at the ceiling. God what the hell was she was going to do. Bosco was her friend. Her best friend. How could she handle him on such a personal level. She could handle Bosco on his worst day but could she handle him in her bed? In her life twenty-four seven? Faith turned and looked at the closed bedroom door. Could she handle the nightmere's she knew plaged him often? Could he chase her nightmeres away like he did last night? It all was too much for her to handle right now. She closed her eyes and tried to find sleep.
An hour later she got up and went to the book case and returned the book and looked at the pictures that she had missed earlier. One of him and his brother, one of him and his mom and another of the three of them. Then she saw them. Four pictures. Spread out on different shelves. One of her and Bosco at graduation from the acadamy. Another of Faith and him at Charlie's fifth birthday party. The third was of Faith, Charlie and Emily at the park. Faith picked it up. He had taken it on a rare day off at the park. Fred had to work and Bosco had volenteered to take them. He had packed a picnic and everything.
The forth one made Faith's heart stop. It was of the two of them. She wondered who had taken it or how he came to have it. It was taken on her birthday. She had one similer but this one was....intamite. He was looking at her, not the camera. He was smiling at her and she was laughing. His eyes shining brite. Faith saw that look in his eyes last night. He was happy. He was loved. She set the picture down and went to the closed door. Quietly she opened it. The small light on the bed side table. Faith smiled. God he looked twelve when he was sleeping.
Faith watched for a minute. He had such a pained look on his face. She wanted to erase it from his face. She leaned agaist the door frame and watched Bosco sleep. She wanted to trust him. Wanted to love him. Her heart ached with the pain. Faith moved over to the side of the bed. She quietly sat on the floor next to the bed. She wanted to touch him but neither had gotten much sleep last night. If she touched him he would wake up and that would be the end of her resolve. Faith laid her head down on the mattress. Maybe morning would have all the answers.