Hey, I know it's been a while, and I finally got over my writer's block! I'm finishing this story! YES FINALLY! I hope you all like. If it sux, tell me, I apologize ahead of time.

Chapter 11

6 Months Later

Scott sat on Taryn's bed waiting for her to stop kissing him. He'd been waiting for what felt like forever. She had his hands pinned to his sides, kissing his neck, and trying to loosen his belt. Scott didn't know why he wasn't fighting back; he should try it, for once. He pushed Taryn off him, the feeling of freedom already flooding through him. He suddenly felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders as he brought his legs over the side of the bed and set his feet on the floor. He felt Taryn's hands on his shoulders as he reached for his shoes. He shrugged them off and pulled his shoes on.

"Scott, what's going on?"

"I'm leaving."

Taryn jumped off the bed and stood in front of him. "What? Why?"

"Because I can't do this anymore, Taryn." Scott got up and walked out of the bedroom. He grabbed his keys and walked to the door. Taryn reached it before him and stood in front of it blocking his path.

"Tell me what's wrong?"

"I can't do this anymore, Taryn. I can't be with you."

"Why?" Taryn half-asked half-laughed.

"Because, you're annoying, overly demanding, rude, oblivious, and just… You. I can't stand it anymore! Done, end of story, end of discussion." Scott grabbed his coat. "Taryn, move."

"Do you love someone else?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Jean, I love her with my whole heart. I want her back. I need her back. Taryn, move. I made a big mistake."

"No, you're making one right now."

"Taryn, move!"

Taryn cowered against the door. "Scott, I love you."

"No, you don't love me. It's beyond love, Taryn. It's infatuation. We're done, over. Please, move." Taryn stared at him and then slowly began to move away from the door and opened it. "I'll see you around." Scott said as he headed out and shut the door behind him.

Jean picked up her purse and coat and keys to her car then headed for the door. It opened just as she reached it. "Jean, can we talk?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, but later, Garrett's taking me out to dinner now."

"Jean, please, I need to tell you something." Jean hesitated for a moment, but she shut the door and took Scott's hand leading him to the couch.

"What's wrong?"

"I love you." Scott whispered.

"What?"

"I love you, Jean. I love you so much. I always have. Please…"

"What? What about Taryn?"

"I broke up with her an hour ago. Jean, I couldn't stand her anymore. I love you."

Jean took Scott's hand in hers and looked at him. "I love you, too, Scott. You know I do. But this is bad timing." A loud beep outside the window broke the silence. "Look, we'll finish this conversation later, I promise. We have reservations." Jean stood and kissed his forehead. Scott looked up at her and noticed for the first time how beautiful she looked. She was wearing a cream-colored tube top dress that fell straight down accenting her curves.

"You look beautiful." He whispered.

"Thank you. I promise, ok?"

"Ok."

"Get some rest. You look tired. I'll be back by midnight."

Scott nodded. Jean headed towards the door ad waved as she left. Scott hung his head, he'd lost her.

Garrett smiled at her across the table, across the roses and candlelight. Jean smiled back and placed her wineglass on the table.

"This is nice." She said.

"So you like it?" Garrett reached out and took her hand. "Jean, I have to talk to you about something. My mother called me the other day, apparently she finally found me."

"Found you?"

"Yeah. Almost seven years ago I left home and came out here. I haven't spoken to or seen my parents since. She and my Dad are moving to Nevada to be with her sister, my Aunt. Her husband just died. They need me to come home and get my things."

"Where?" Jean asked hesitantly. This was not the reason she'd been hoping for why Garrett had taken her out.

"California. Jean, I'm sorry. They need me out there to help them move. If you're willing…"

"No, I can't. Garrett…"

"I'm sorry."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. I always will."

Scott lay in the pull out bed, unfolded from his couch, in his boxers and a t-shirt. He'd been lying beneath the blanket for two hours trying to fall asleep, but he just couldn't. He rolled over for the thousandth time and stared at the door. He looked at the glow of the clock on his microwave. 12:23, it read and Jean wasn't home. Home, he thought, was this really her home? A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He got up to answer it. Jean stood there. Jean stood there, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Jean?" She looked at him then leaned forward into him wrapping her arms around his neck. Scott hugged her back for a minute as she held onto him.

"Scott…" she looked at him as she pulled away then leaned in again, this time she kissed him, softly. She pulled back. "I love you." She whispered. Scott stroked her cheek.

"What happened?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Scott studied her for a minute. "Please, I don't want to be alone."

"Yeah, sure, come on." Scott took her hand and led her inside shutting and locking the door behind him. They took their time unclothing each other, remembering each other's bodies as they curled up on the pullout under the blanket. They made love slowly, as if time was no factor, and there was no other world beside the moment and each other. When they finished, Jean curled her head up on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. They stared up at the ceiling at the whirling fan, whispering love to each other.

Sometime later, Jean unwrapped her arms from around him and leaned up on an elbow. She smiled at him and reached to brush a piece of hair out of his eyes and up onto his forehead. "I forgot how beautiful you are." She whispered, "Why did you have to be gorgeous, Scott?"

"Just nature." He responded. He draped his arm across her side and pulled her close to him. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her face up. She smiled at him and leaned to kiss him. He cupped her jaw, running his hand back and through her hair. Jean wound her fingers tight through his, pulled at the roots, and pushed her weight against him pushing him onto his back and lying herself atop him. He ran his hands down her back pulling her in and enveloping her in the most passionate kiss he had ever engaged in. He could feel tears on his skin and felt them fall from Jean's eyes. He pulled away from her for a moment and saw the tears running down her face.

"I just realized how in love with you I am." She said. Scott kissed her forehead then held her to him pressing her cheek to his chest.

"I love you so much, too."

A soft and gentle kiss roused Jean from her sleep. She smiled against the kiss and reached her arms up and around a neck. Scott groaned into the kiss as Jean pulled him down and had to support himself on an arm. "Good morning to you, too." He said settling down next to her on the bed. He pulled her close and rested her head in his lap stroking her hair. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a long time. You?"

"Same. I've been dying for a sleep that peaceful for the longest time, Jean. I knew waiting for you would be the best thing I ever did."

"You were right. We just had bad timing the first time around. Now, that we've settled things between each other, and other people, I think we're going to be ok."

"I think we're going to be ok, too, Jean."

Jean smiled up at him. "I was hoping you'd say that. Now come here…" Jean pulled him down into a kiss and tugged at him indicating for him to follow her under the sheet.

Author's Note: YES IT'S DONE!!!! FINALLY!!! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED! PLEASE TELL ME!!!!