Elizabeth smiled as Lily closed the front door to the penthouse and walked in with another bouquet of flowers. For the past six hours, on the hour, she had been receiving twelve red long stem roses. It was Sonny's way of saying Happy Valentine's Day to the woman he loved. Lily was playfully cursing at him in Spanish, telling him the suite now looked like a solarium but Elizabeth knew that the woman was touched by the romantic gesture.

Elizabeth was surprised when she woke up that morning and found a lone pink rose outside of her bedroom door with a note from Sonny wishing her a Happy Valentine's Day. When she came downstairs to thank him she also found that Adella and Morgan each received their own gifts, small boxes of chocolates and Morgan had given his mother a card that he had made for her.

It was something Elizabeth would have to get used to. Her father and mother used to celebrate Valentine's Day together but that was until they moved to California and Luis Alcazar stepped into their lives. Elizabeth never got a chance to experience a Valentine's Day. Her father only presented her mother with gifts and by the time Elizabeth was old enough to enjoy Cupid's Day she was working in a strip club, wearing a heart shaped bikini for ogling men.

She fully expected, after being gifted the pink rose, that Sonny was going to ask her to baby-sit the children so he could take his wife out for a romantic dinner the upcoming evening. She was sure that Lily would be treated to a wonderful evening at the newly opened Metro Court owned by Jasper Jacks or the infamous No Name, the restaurant that resembled Maoni's back in Chicago. She was stunned to learn that like every other Wednesday night, Sonny and Lily had only one plan in mind; playing Monopoly with their children.

"I think there's room in the kitchen for this. Hopefully it is the last batch," Lily said with raised eyebrows as she watched her husband fix himself a drink at his wet bar, "I'm sure the delivery man no longer needs directions to our house."

"I just wanted to make sure that you felt appreciated today," Sonny grinned.

"Oh I do," Lily smiled, "But just because you bought me six dozen roses means that you're covered for the next six days." She looked at her children, "Come on Adella, Morgan, we'll get some milk and cookies before we get ready to play our game."

"Chocolate Chip!" Adella cried.

"Nah, we had that last week," Morgan yelled as he raced after his sister," I want Oreo's."

Sonny watched his family disappear into the kitchen with a smile on his face before he turned back towards Elizabeth, raising a glass to her. "Can I offer you something?"

Elizabeth shook her head and pulled herself up from the couch, making her way across the room to where her school bag lay by the door, along with a pair of lace up boots that Sonny seemingly always tripped over.

"I'd rather wait until I'm legal now," she said as she reached for her bag and pulled it open, "Or have the occasional beer when I'm whipping Morgan's butt in pool," she grinned as she poked her head up at him, "I hate the fact that I can say I have consumed more liquor at my age than most twenty one year olds have."

Sonny shrugged, "You're not an alcoholic and you know you're limit."

"And you are one of the reasons that I'm not," she said as she stood up and held a tissue wrapped package to her chest, "I don't know what I would have done without you and Lily these past couple of months. You've given me a home, you've given me freedom, you allowed me to go to Chicago and yet you've also set limits, boundaries. You allow me to be an adult but my curfew reminds me that I'm still a teenager. You took my GED and you hung it up Sonny, in your living room, and you tell people how proud you are of me."

"I am, Elizabeth."

"But my own father," she whispered as she stepped towards him, "He got rid of me and all for dollar bills, money that he drank and gambled away within a year of selling me to Luis Alcazar. You, Sonny, are what it means to be a father. I see you with Adella and Morgan and I am so jealous," she laughed as she reached up and wiped at a tear that threatened to escape her eye.

"You know what you are to us, to Lily and me," Sonny said quietly, "You know that you are a part of mi familia. You are now a Corinthos', Elizabeth. Nothing and no one will ever change that."

"Yeah well," she sniffled slightly as she held the package out to him, "I had this taken care of just to make sure of it. I was waiting for the right time to give it to you and after seeing that rose on the floor today in front of my room…" she smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't wrap it better."

"I didn't expect anything from you," Sonny said with a small grin, "But I like gifts."

Elizabeth laughed softly as she watched him un-wrap the package. He placed the tissue paper on his wet bar and turned the eight by ten frame over in his hands so he could read the words on the letter. It was a proclamation by the judge declaring that Elizabeth Imogene Webber was now Elizabeth Imogene Corinthos.

"I tried to get them to drop my middle name but they insisted it be in there legally."

"You…you um…" Sonny cleared his throat as he felt tears start to clog it, "You didn't have to do this, Elizabeth. I wasn't trying to…I mean we weren't…"

"In case I haven't mentioned it," Elizabeth said, "I love you. You and Lily have given me something that I haven't received in a very long time. You've given me a home. I feel safe to wake up in the morning. I feel like I can finally breathe again. Sonny, there is no way I will ever be able to repay you for this but I was hoping that this might be a good start."

Sonny pulled Elizabeth into his arms and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair so he could hide the tears that he knew were sliding down his face. He never would have imagined the tiny little spit fire that had somehow found her way into Jason Morgan's heart would also find a permanent place in his home. He and Lily often talked about having more children and he felt like Elizabeth had helped fill that void.

"Mi hija," he whispered pulling back and smiling.

"Um…" Elizabeth bit her lip and rolled her eyes heavenward trying to think, "Mi padre."

"We'll work on the accent," Sonny grinned.

Elizabeth laughed and playfully hit him as Lily came out of the kitchen with a pitcher full of milk in her hand and her two tiny children in tow. Morgan and Adella climbed up on the chairs and started to pick through the silver playing pieces, trying to figure out which ones they wanted to be.

"Is everything okay?" Lily asked as she placed the cookies and milk on the table.

"Everything couldn't be more wonderful," Sonny said as he walked towards his wife.

"Elizabeth, are you sure there isn't anything better that you wanted to do tonight?" Lily asked, "I'm sure that Sly has offered to take you out."

"Sly isn't in town," Elizabeth said heading towards the table, "He said late yesterday he was told he had to go to New York for business although he wouldn't elaborate." She winked at Sonny, "And besides I can't think of a better way to spend the evening than with these two beautiful children." She smiled as she placed a kiss on Morgan and Adella's heads.

Adella kissed her back and Morgan groaned. Elizabeth laughed as she pulled her chair out and watched Sonny and Lily settled down across from her when there was a knock on the penthouse door. There was no forthcoming word from the bodyguard outside.

"I'll get it," Elizabeth said as she hurried over to the door, sliding in her socks, "Jason, hi."

"Hey," Jason said stepping into the penthouse "Is this a bad time?"

"Nope," Elizabeth smiled, "We were just about to sit down to another game of Monopoly. Would you like to join us?"

"Actually," Jason said clearing his throat, "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a ride, maybe get something to eat afterwards."

"Oh," Elizabeth said as she looked back at the table. For some odd reason Lily and Sonny were both trying to hide grins, "I'm not sure. We made plans to…"

"No, nonsense," Lily said jumping up from her chair and nearly knocking it over, "You go out Elizabeth. We can postpone the game until tomorrow. Is what you're wearing okay? Maybe you should change."

"No," Jason said as he eyed Elizabeth's jeans and red sweater, "No, she looks perfect the way she is."

Elizabeth felt herself blush as she moved around Jason and grabbed her boots from where they lay beside her bag. She situated herself at Sonny's desk chair and sat down; tugging them on while she tied up the laces and Lily peppered Jason with questions.

"We won't be late," Elizabeth said sliding on her leather jacket, "Jason knows that I have a curfew and we're just going to grab a bite to eat. I'm sure he's not taking me to any of those places where the violinist is going to try and serenade me."

Jason's face scrunched up, "No."

Elizabeth laughed and gave Lily a hug, "Thank you. If I don't see you guys when I get home I'll see you in the morning."

"Have fun, honey," Lily smiled as she watched Jason lead the way out of the penthouse door. She turned around and saw her husband sitting at the table shaking his head and laughing. "What is so funny?"

"I think she is going to kill you tomorrow."

Lily laughed too, "I don't think she'll kill me. In fact, I may get mother of the year award."

She grinned as she made her way back to her husband and children and they resumed their attempt at playing Monopoly with children under the age of six.

Elizabeth laughed as Jason held her hands tightly and led her towards the front door of Kelly's diner. Snow had begun to fall shortly after they left the penthouse so their motorcycle ride was cut short. Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised to find that they were actually going to be eating in at Kelly's instead of taking out. She was also curious when Jason climbed off of the bike and held out a folded up bandana, asking if she would mind being blindfolded.

She was never too fond of the dark, especially with the roller coaster ride that had been the last few years of her life, but Jason had this twinkle in his eyes, one she hadn't seen in a very long time and she couldn't say no. Especially when he wrapped it loosely around her head told her to trust him. She had melted on the spot.

He was fiddling with the door, that much she could hear, and then he was leading her inside, into the warmth of the homey diner, that was filled with an aroma that smelled enticingly familiar and a soft ballad on the juke box. It sounded like Dean Martin's On An Evening In Roma.

All thoughts of what could be going on flew right out of her head when she felt Jason behind her, his fingers brushing through her hair as he untied the bandana but kept it held over her eyes. He leaned in closer to her and she could feel his breath against her cheek. She wanted to melt again.

"You smell like snow," he whispered.

She turned her head slightly, her soft cheek brushing against his stubble, "Snow doesn't smell."

"Mmm, yes it does."

He released the shield from her eyes and Elizabeth found it hard pulling her gaze away from him but when she did was she stunned speechless. Kelly's diner was empty. There were heart shape streamers hung across the counter and doorways, paper cupids were strewn about the walls and there were pink lights strung up around the entire room.

Elizabeth turned in a full circle, taking in every decoration, before she smiled up at Jason, trying desperately to hang on to the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, "This is…"

She was unsuccessful as a lone one slipped from her cheek but he caught it with the pad of his thumb.

"You told me that you never celebrated a Valentine's Day before," he said quietly, "I wanted to make sure that your fist once was unique."

"Oh you did that," she laughed softly, "I can't believe you did all of this."

"Lily helped," Jason said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He had to find something to do with them. The way she was looking at him made him want to do nothing more than make love to her on one of these tables he scrubbed clean earlier that day.

"And you cooked?" she asked.

"No," he laughed softly, "I set everything up with Bobbie."

"Do that more often."

"What?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Close down a restaurant for you?"

"Laugh," she whispered.

Jason stood there, gazing at her, and Elizabeth felt it again, the warmth that filled her belly and spread through her veins. She wanted him, after all this time of trying to be just friends, of keeping things platonic, of knowing that Jason was simply too old for her. She still felt it and she would give anything to keep this feeling.

"I'm going to check on the food," he said quietly as moved around her and pulled out a chair, "Bobbie said that she would leave it warming in the oven for us. She also said that the only person renting right now is Eckert so no one will be traipsing in and out of the diner."

Elizabeth felt that heated gaze again before Jason somehow managed to head off into the kitchen, in search of their food. Sly was in New York and there were currently no other boarders. No one would be disturbing them tonight and that thought made her tingle. Tonight was going to be tempting, too tempting in fact.

Shaking her head, Elizabeth peeled off her leather jacket, dusting off the snow and laying it on the back of the chair that Jason had pulled out for her. After clearing her curls of the white flakes as well she made her way behind the counter and poked her head in the little window that lead into the kitchen.

"I'll get the drinks," she smiled, "What would you like?"

Jason saw the beautiful smile on her face and wanted to say a tall glass of her. He swallowed that comment and told her whatever she was having but then changed his mind when he realized that the only soda she drank was the diet stuff.

"Diet soda wouldn't hurt you," Elizabeth laughed as she watched him walk out of the kitchen with plates heaping with food, "Especially when you're eating that disgusting sandwich."

"Leave my Reuben alone," Jason scowled as he swung one leg across the chair and settled himself at the table. He placed both plates down and then removed his coat. Reaching back he laid it across one of the bar stools before turning back around and thanking her when a soda was placed in front of him.

"Thank you," she smiled at him as she laid her napkin across her lap, "I really appreciate you doing this for me. I mean I know this isn't…" she cleared her throat, "You just listened to what I said to you and you took it and you did all this."

Jason shrugged, "I know that holidays like this are important to women. This…Robin, I told you about her." He picked up his fork and toyed around with the sauerkraut on his sandwich, "She liked to celebrate holidays like this. She said it was tradition and I didn't understand it but I did it because it made her happy."

"You're wonderful like that," Elizabeth said as she took a bite of her sandwich, "You do things to make other people smile," she rolled her eyes playfully as she swallowed her food, "I just wish there was something that I could do to make you smile."

"You make me smile, Elizabeth," he said quietly as he took a big bite of his Rueben sandwich and let the silence fall between them. He found the small grease droppings from his meal very interesting when he felt her blue eyes boring into his head. He wanted to look at her, he wanted to reiterate all those feelings that he knew would be revealed in those beautiful blue eyes but he knew that if he looked up at her there would be nothing stopping him from reaching across the table and taking her in his arms.

And that could not happen, not for another nine months anyway.

"I remember when I was in high school," she said before she took a sip of her soda, "I remember around the time that I was dating Sly, right before Luis made me…" she cleared her throat again and took another bite of her sandwich, "I remember all these girls gushing about what their boyfriends did for them for Valentine's Day. Some seniors had flowers delivered; others had balloons at their lockers or were given candies in class. They talked about the dinners that night or the romantic dates, the serenades, the music, candles, the first time." She laughed softly. "I remember being so jealous of them. I remember wanting that so bad I could taste it."

She shrugged as she popped a fry into her mouth, "Sly was pulling away from me and Luis was starting to charm me into doing more things than waitressing at the club. I didn't get anything for that Valentine's Day and the next two were shared with a bunch of strangers. I never thought I'd be able to live out my dream Valentine's Day but you did it for me Jason. You gave me something that would make those girls in high school want to be me," she laughed again as she felt tears water her eyes, "At least for tonight anyway."

Jason shook his head as he placed his sandwich back down on his plate, "I don't think they'd want to be you just for tonight. I think that a lot of people would want your life."

"Yeah," she said laughing, "For the sake of the gorgeous men in my life."

"No," Jason said shaking his head again, "No Elizabeth because you came out on top. You were at rock bottom and you fought your way back up. You are a survivor. You are making something of yourself and that's something that you should be proud of." He took a long sip of his soda, "People should be jealous of you because of who you are today not who you know. You are going to be the one who is CEO of her own company not selling cosmetics down at Wyndham's. You had a large organization thrown in your lap and instead of running scared you faced it head on and demanded to take control yourself. It took some wearing down on Sonny's part to finally let us help but you wanted to do it all on your own Elizabeth. You went to Chicago, you faced those men down, you faced me down, that…that's reason enough for those girls to want to be like you, to want to be strong and courageous and…"

"Stop," Elizabeth whispered as she wiped at the tears running down her face, "Please, Jason. You make me sound like I'm the most wonderful woman in the world."

"You are," he said quietly, "In my world at least. I…I wanted you to know that."

"You showed me tonight," she whispered as she reached for his hand across the table, "But there's one other thing that I have to ask of you."

Jason blinked and realized that this woman had no idea he could give her the world, "What else do you need, Elizabeth?"

She stood up, still holding onto his hand tightly, "Dance with me."

Jason rarely danced. He did it by force and that was once a year when he attended the Nurse's ball and Lily would drag him up to the floor. He hated it but he suffered through it. Now, standing up in front of Elizabeth, he didn't feel like dancing would be torture anymore. There was more Dean Martin playing on the juke box and her arms slipped around his waist, her head came to rest against his chest and her body started to sway to the music. It was only natural that he swayed as well.

Elizabeth felt that after all this time she had finally come home. It was the feeling she had the morning after Christmas when she had woken up in Jason's penthouse and realized where she was. She felt something that she couldn't describe but it hadn't been recaptured until this very moment, until she was wrapped up in the man that made her knees weak and her heart beat a little bit faster. She hated and loved the fact that she was still very much in love with Jason Morgan, the man she couldn't have.

He tried to resist reaching up and twisting his fingers in her curly hair but it was useless and soon he found his nose buried in it, inhaling the scent of her peach shampoo and vanilla smell that always seemed to be Elizabeth. There was also that hint of snow. He found his lips brushing against her earlobe, found his breath fanning across her neck, found his hands sliding down her back as he pressed her closer to him. God he wanted her, he wanted her like he did his next breath, laws be damned.

"Jason," she whispered against his black shirt as her hand found its way over his rapidly beating heart, "Jason, I wish there was some way to thank you for tonight, for the dinner, for this. I wish that there was some way I could repay you."

There was and he was going to tell her, to beg her to release him from this hellish prison that he had been existing in since he saw the documents that proclaimed she was nothing more than a child in the eyes of the law. He wanted to tell her that she could thank him by allowing her to make love to him on this very floor, right now, as the snow came down in big white flurries outside the doors. He blinked when he realized just how big those flurries were.

"Elizabeth…"

She looked up at him curiously and watched him pull away, hurrying towards the door of the diner as he pushed it open, this time with a struggle, allowing some of the white snow to come into through the door, along with a blast of cold air.

He let it close with a bang from the wind and then he locked it before turning back to her with a small smile on his face, a smile that didn't look too happy. Sighing he walked towards her, running his fingers through his hair.

"We're not going anywhere tonight. The bike won't be able to make it through on the roads. There are a few inches out there now."

Elizabeth worried her bottom lip as she crossed her arms across her chest, "So we're…"

Jason nodded, "Snowed in."

Jason stared frustrated out the bedroom window from the bed he was reclining in. He and Elizabeth had departed ways a few hours ago to get some sleep before they started out in the morning for the penthouse. Elizabeth had called Sonny and Lily to explain the situation; they finished dinner, shared some brownies and decided to take advantage of the many rooms that were available to them.

He hated it but Elizabeth was able to get her beauty rest.

The first hour he tried to sleep, the second hour he paced and the third hour is when he finally decided to go downstairs and grab a beer and another brownie. Now, well past midnight and into the fourth hour his naked back was resting against the headboard, his jeans haphazardly thrown on as he watched the snow continue to fall outside. He was miserable. He had tried to push aside his dark mood for the evening but once out of the presence of the bubbly woman he was head over heels in love with he felt that black cloud begin to hover again. He was not a man that wanted much in life and the one thing that he felt he needed the most was out of his reach. God was finally getting revenge for all the horrible things that he had done.

But Elizabeth was happy and he'd take this shitty mood for the rest of his life if he could just keep that beautiful smile on her face. She lit up when she saw the room tonight and before they retired for the evening she managed to pluck a heart from one of the streamers and tucked it neatly in her jeans pocket. She said that she wanted to keep it as a remembrance of the evening. Jason knew that he would never forget this night; this was one of the many nights that he found himself falling in love with Elizabeth Webber all over again.

Sighing as he took another sip from the long neck bottle, he turned his head towards the door and wondered what would happen if he got up and opened it, if he made his way down the hall towards her room, if he slid into bed with her, took her in his arms and made love to her until he was no longer physically capable of doing so.

Surely he would rot in hell for that and Sonny might even have a hand in that matter.

Groaning Jason downed the rest of his beer and slammed the bottle on the table. He got up and made his way towards the door, intent on bringing the reaming six pack up as well as the left over brownies. He couldn't think of a better way to kill the evening. Well he could, he just couldn't do that.

Pulling his door open he was surprised to see Elizabeth on the other side, tiny fist poised ready to knock. She was worrying that bottom lip again as she stood there in her pretty red sweater and jeans, barefoot, and a few of those tiny pearl buttons undone on that cardigan.

He rolled his eyes heavenward; the lord was testing him tonight.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered, "And I was wondering if maybe I could stay here with you?"

He should have told her no. He should have said that he'd walk her back down to her room and stand watch by her beside until she fell asleep but some perverse demon inside of him made him open up his door and allow her in. He kept his back to her as he shut it, his hand gripping the lock while his head told him that nothing could happen, that this was Elizabeth and the law said touching her would mean ten to twenty.

No one told her that.

When he turned towards her, to escort her to his bed, her fingers were toying with one of those pearl buttons, her teeth were still worrying her lip and her eyes had darkened a little. They resembled that look she had that night in the club when she offered him a private show.

That should have been a warning.

Jason found his back against the door as Elizabeth peppered kisses over his naked chest and shoulders. She then started to move upward along his neck, her tongue sliding along his jaw before she stood up on her toes and planted a firm, wet kiss on his lips causing him to moan.

"Elizabeth, God," he groaned as he planted his hands on her shoulders, intent to push her away.

"Please, let me thank you, please," she whispered as she slid her nails into his hair, scraping his scalp gently.

His brain was screaming yes, his other head was yelling something else and somewhere in the middle his gut was telling him that he would get shot for this and he wasn't sure if the bullet would come from Eckert or Sonny. Soon all thoughts fled when those gorgeous little fingers found the buttons on his jeans.

"I just want to…" she gasped as she pulled back from kissing him, "Love you."

Then she dove in again, her tongue clashing with his as she pulled him closer, as her body pressed against his own and Jason was lost, all rationale thrown out the window and into the snow. His palms cupped her backside, bringing her flush against him, his hard erection straining against his jeans and nestling between her thighs.

They were stumbling towards the bed, legs tangling up in one another as Jason's hands worked on those buttons on her cardigan. He managed to get them all undone and her sweater was being pushed down her arms as she moved her way across his chest again, her teeth finding his hard nipples and nipping at them in a way that made him growl. He fished his fingers in her hair, keeping her pressed against him as his free hand worked the clasp on her bra.

She was decked out in red, just for him, just for Valentine's Day and he could only hope that she had on a matching thong.

Elizabeth pulled away to climb onto the bed and she discarded her bra, tossing it to the floor and beckoning him with one finger. Jason eagerly complied and joined her, his hands reaching out to caresses her breasts, the delicious, creamy mounds that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands. Her head fell back and her curls danced along her spine as she arched into his touch, burning for more, aching for him like she had no other man. He was the one that completed her.

When his lips moved in to feast upon her breasts Elizabeth fumbled with his jeans again, tugging down the zipper over his rock hard manhood, trembling when he moaned against her, biting down so hard that it was sure to cause a bruise in the morning. She slipped her hand through the flap of his jeans to his boxers and caressed him, running up and down his length, the cotton adding that extra fiction that caused him to groan.

She gasped when she was pushed back onto the bed, her body bouncing off of it slightly and Jason started to kiss his way down her body, his tongue living a damp path as it slid over her belly button. His fingers had her button undone with a flick, his teeth worked on her zipper and his hands tugged on the denim material. He pulled them off with one hard tug and he stared down at her, licking his lips as he took in the view of a nearly naked Elizabeth, on his bed for the evening, in a red thong. God did love him.

He went back into her arms and she pulled him close as their tongues dueled again. She was arching her body against his, loving the feel of his naked skin pressed against her own. He soon had her squirming beneath him as his fingers found their way between her thighs and were rubbing the material against the tiny nub that drove her wild.

She started to claw at his back, buck against him and suddenly Jason could take no more. He quickly slid off of the bed and divested of his jeans and boxers. He reached for her lovely thong but Elizabeth was too quick for him, tugging on the flimsy material and ripping it off of her body, throwing it over her head and not caring that it landed on a lamp shade. She wanted him back in her arms, she wanted him inside of her, she wanted this ache to be filled after four long months.

Jason was glad to oblige. He wrapped one silky leg around his own and thrust deeply inside of her, their moans mixing as their bodies moved together. Soon her legs were wrapped around his waist, the bed was squeaking in protest beneath them and Jason was pounding inside of her like the world was going to end tomorrow. It had been too damn long since he had loved Elizabeth, too damn long since he felt her squirming beneath him, too damn long since she slid her hands down and squeezed his naked backside like she were doing right now.

Elizabeth felt her head flailing about from side to side as she squeezed her muscles around Jason. He was panting, sweating dripping off of his body and onto hers; mingling together as their bodies united and strived for that perfect elation they found only each other's arms. She felt it start, the small burst of pleasure built until it consumed her, erupted inside of her body, causing her to cry out his name and grip the sheets with her tiny fists. She was panting, gasping for breath as he continued to thrust inside of her until the wave crashed upon him and he exploded, spilling his seed inside of her and moaning out her name.

"Elizabeth…"

"Jason?"

Jason blinked his eyes as he stared at the open door in front of him. Elizabeth had poked her head in and now she was coming in further, dressed in a pair of jeans, a red cardigan sweater with tiny pearl buttons and her bare feet. He groaned and let his head drop back against the headboard.

"I couldn't sleep and I was wondering if I could stay with you," she said quietly as she gnawed on her bottom lip, "But if you're not feeling well than I…you seemed kind of spaced out there."

"No, no," Jason said patting the bed beside him, "Brownies don't mix with sauerkraut I guess." He threw her a half grin and hoped that she would fall asleep quickly and ignore the raging erection he was trying to hide with his hands folded on his lap.

Elizabeth gave him a small smile and walked to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers and resting her head against the pillow, a soft sigh escaping her lips before she closed her eyes. She then blinked them open again and looked up at him.

"You sure you don't want to maybe try and fall asleep?"

Jason pulled the covers away from his body and slid back down in bed next to her and she cuddled up against him, slinging one arm around his waist and one cheek against his chest, using him now as a pillow.

"Thank you again for tonight," she murmured with a yawn as her eyes fluttered downward, "You're the best friend a girl could ever have, Jason."

Best friend? He was more like the wolf in sheep's clothing. Still when Jason looped his arm around her waist and she buried further into his side he found his eyes drifting close and his breathing starting to even. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing and she was an angel in disguise.