Lizzie and Gordo both finished their showers and met back up again in Lizzie's room. Gordo grabbed Lizzie and pulled her onto his lap.

"Did we really have to get dressed?" he asked, kissing her neck.

"Yeah, we did." she said, playfully pushing him away. "What if Steve decided to stop over?"

"Oh yeah, that guy." Gordo was disappointed that she brought him up.

"Gordo, he's still my boyfriend." Lizzie sighed.

"So where does that leave us?"

"Well, I don't know. It's the summer after our Senior year. I don't see Steve and I going much past that. He's going to Boston Fine Arts College, and I'm going to Orange County Community College in LA. You, however are going to UCLA in the same town. I thought I'd just let my relationship with Steve run it's course. I don't want to hurt him, and it's only two months anyway."

"So, where does that leave me?"

"My guilty pleasure?" She said with a sexy smile.

"This is SO uncharacteristic of me," he said, contemplating himself as someone's 'sex-slave'. Him, David Gordon, a guilty pleasure. "I suppose it's all right for now. But in two months, you're all mine, McGuire."

"It's getting late. Would you like to stay the night, Gordo?"

"Only if I can spend it in your bed." he said, pulling her under the covers.

She laid her head on his chest and he put his arm around her. She was soon asleep and Gordo began to think about everything that happened. He had just made love to his best friend, and the only woman he'd ever loved, but she was in a relationship with another guy. She didn't want to hurt the other guy so she's going to just let the relationship die down. Meanwhile, our relationship is just getting started. I've waited 18 years for her, I suppose I could wait another two months.

The summer continued with Lizzie spending her days with Steve and her nights in Gordo's arms. They were careful, usually having their rendezvous at Gordo's house, since his parents were always gone for conferences, meetings, business dinners, and such.

One evening, towards the close of summer, Lizzie entered Gordo's room. If Gordo's parents cars were gone, she'd made it a habit to just walk in. Gordo was laying on his bed with his eyes closed. She hurried over to the bed and threw herself on top of him, planting a quick, passionate kiss on his lips. Gordo smiled, but didn't open his eyes. She began to kiss his neck softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her away.

"Hold on. I want to talk to you first." He told her.

"Sure, what's up Gordo?" She moved to sit next to him, his arms still around her.

"I just wanted to let you know how special you are to me. I don't know how I would have made it through high school without you. And I'm really glad that we'll be going to college in the same town."

"I feel the same way, Gordo."

"I also wanted to know how things are going with Steve. When are you going to let him go?"

"Well, things are going, um-differently then I expected." She looked away from Gordo.

"What do you mean, differently?"

"Well, things are stronger then I thought they would be. I thought we'd be growing apart, but we're not. I just need to give this a fair shot."

"Lizzie, how can you say that? I love you, but I can't take this much longer. I want us to be together! I can't handle not having you all to myself!" Gordo was angry now. She had promised that in two months, they could be together. He yearned to share his love for her with the world, instead of hiding it, confining it to his bedroom.

"Gordo, I-"

"Lizzie, I can't do this anymore. Please leave."

"But-"

"Get out." He said, in even tone.

Lizzie stood up and quickly left, tears in her eyes.

Gordo sunk into the bed, feeling like his heart had just broken into a thousand pieces.