The two made their way through the apartment building to the sixth floor, sneaking little glances at one another when the other wasn't looking. As they got closer to her door Emilie battled the idea of inviting him in. She didn't want to appear too presumptuous but she didn't want him to leave either. Jeff too was in conflict with himself, he knew from the start that he'd only be in town for two weeks but he never intended on meeting someone. He had seen many long distance relationships fail over the years, including some of his own, so what would make this girl any acceptation. Yet at the same he couldn't ignore the feelings he was having and he didn't want to let them go.

"This is me" Emilie said pointing to a wooden door with a brass plate that read F26 nailed onto it. She pulled out her set of keys and opened the door.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked in a nervous tone. She could feel her heart pounding through her chest; she couldn't help but fear that Jeff might hear it. 'Please god just don't let me collapse right here' she prayed silently.

"Yeah, absolutely."

Emilie entered the apartment with Jeff close behind. She was a bit embarrassed of the place; it was a small little nothing. The kitchen/den was tiny and cramped; you couldn't take a step without bumping into something. The bedroom was even smaller it barley had enough room for her bed and the bathroom was the size of a closet, she sometimes even wondered how they managed to fit the shower in there. It wasn't much but Emilie made the best of it. It was neatly decorated in an antique fashion with old venue posters from different bands framed on the walls.

"It's not much to look at but its home, and its rent controlled." Emilie said as she slipped her jacket off and hung it on a hook on the wall.

"Uh...I'd offer you some coffee or tea or something like that but I don't actually have any of those things. I have water but with the pipes in this building I don't really recommend drinking it."

"That's okay, I'm good." Jeff laughed

"Okay well, just hang here for a moment while I go change" she smiled before heading into the bedroom leaving Jeff alone in the room. He started to look around, trying to get a feel of who Emilie really was. He noticed a collection of picture frames scattered through out the room. One by one he looked at each picture. Studying all the unfamiliar faces and surprisingly the familiar ones as well. He heard the water running in the sink from the bathroom as one picture in particular got his attention, he picked it up to examine it closer.

"Is this you with Scott Weiland?" he shouted so she could hear him over the water.

"Yeah. He did a signing at my store a week before he got busted for heroin possession." She yelled from the bathroom

'Cool' Jeff thought as he looked at the pictures

"Wow, Dee Snider, Deborah Harry, Joey Ramone,...Dave Grohl!"

"That's my favorite one" Emilie said coming out of the bedroom "I'm completely obsessed with The Foo Fighters".

Jeff turned to face her and was completely awestruck by what he saw. She was standing in the door way wearing a white cotton tank top that hugged every voluptuous curve of her upper body and a pair of gray sweatpants. Her hair was pulled back into a sloppy bun and her face was completely void of any makeup. She glowed with a natural beauty that let Jeff breathless. He couldn't help but stare at her.

"My god you're beautiful" he said softly

Emilie could feel the blood rush to her checks making her blush. She didn't know how to respond she wasn't very good at receiving complements, they just her uncomfortable.

"Well...you should see me in the morning." She joked nervously trying to lesson the intensity in the air but it was no use. Jeff made his way closer to her. With each step he took she felt her breath growing shorter. He reached out and grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. Raveling in his touch she closed her eyes, only opening them to look deeply into his green eyes. She saw such warmth, such tenderness, that it made every doubt in her head vanished leaving behind nothing but desire. Jeff leaned in, softly grazing his lips with against hers. He pulled back, searching for any disapproval from her but all he saw yearning, a yearning for him. He leaned back in to recapture her mouth. Brushing softly against her, teeth tugging and pulling at her swollen lips, masterful tongues outlining one another like waves crashing on the sand. A small purr escaped Emilie's mouth as she lost herself is the sea of emotion. The kiss sent a rush of lust through out her whole body. Emilie pulled back, resting her forehead against his.

"You better go while I still let you" she whispered.

She took his hand in her own and walked him to the door. Jeff stepped out into the hallway and turned back to see Emilie's face before he left. She was leaning against the open door smiling sweetly at him.

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Defiantly" she said as she leaned in for one more kiss and shut the door. Jeff couldn't help but smile as he made his way back to the hotel. No one had ever had this effect on him, Emilie made him feel like some lovesick teenager and he had only known her for a day. He could only imagine what the next day would bring.