It's shorter than the first chapter, but still fairly long.

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Summary? That is a very good question. When I figure it out, I'll let you know.

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Chapter 2

I woke up a few hours later and realized it was still dark out. I did the smart thing and left Rob to go back to my room. I mean, if my mom found me and him like that . . .

Well, let's just say that it wouldn't be good.

So, grudgingly, I removed Rob's arms from me and slipped out of the bed. Rob woke up when I was grabbing my pillow from beneath his head.

He opened his eyes and tried to focus on me. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice rusty with sleep.

"Back to my own bed. My mom would kill us if she found us like that." I snatched my pillow from under his head now that he was awake.

He laughed in spite of his obvious exhaustion. Then he glanced out the window. "Oh, hey, the storm stopped. I should probably get going now anyway."

I didn't want him to leave, but now that I had no excuse for him to stay, there was no way I could keep him here. So I helped him fold the bed back into the couch and put the comforter and pillow on top of the couch.

I led him to the door. He opened the door and was about to leave, when I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss, despite my morning breath. When I pulled away, I saw that he had a grin on his face.

Oh, so he didn't mind my morning breath. Well, that's good to know.

"I'm taking you to get your hair cut today," I said, before he got completely out of the door.

He turned around. "I thought we ended that. Mastriani, I am not getting my hair cut, okay?"

I put on my most sexy face. Which, needless to say, wasn't all that sexy. So I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "What would you say if I thought you would look sexier with a haircut?"

He groaned. "That's a good question. I'll get back to you when I figure it out." He attempted to remove my arms, but I kept them there.

"You're not getting away that easily," I said. "I'm still coming over to your house later, when I've had enough sleep."

"Mastriani, I have to work today. And if you don't get off of me, I'm gonna be late—"

"I know you have to work. That's why I said when I've had enough sleep," I said, hoping he;d get the hint.

He understood my meaning and chuckled. "Wish I could stay with you."

"You could . . ."

"I prefer an alarm clock to your mom, Jess. But . . . that's just me."

I laughed. "Hmm . . . well, get to work. I'll see you later." And I pulled him down for a kiss again.

"You're making me not want to leave," he mumbled after I pulled away.

"Well," I said, "I could come to your house right now and you could take off today—"

"Mastriani, I have to get to work." He glance back at the sky. The sun was starting to come up. "I can't take anymore time off, or Gary will kill me."

I sighed. "Fine, I'll see you later."

"See ya," he said and walked to his truck. He drove away.

God, I miss him all ready.

I went back inside and up to my room to sleep.

- § -

I awoke to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I bolted upright in my bed because it scared the shit out of me. It was somewhere in my room, but the question is: Where?

I got out of my bed to look for it. I found it under a pile of clothes. I answered it on the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Oh, you're awake," the voice said. It was Rob.

I yawned. "Yeah, I am now." I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It read: 1:48 PM. Wow, did I sleep long. "Oh, wow, its pretty late. You done with work?"

"Not yet . . ." he said. "But I should be out by 2:30, probably earlier."

I smiled. "Okay. I'll take a shower and get ready. Want me to meet you at your house?"

"Nah. I'll pick you up. Just try and be ready, okay?"

"Anything for you," I said. "Okay, let me hop in the shower. See you soon."

"Yeah," was all he said and hung up.

No matter how long we've been together, he still hasn't said those three magical words, even though I've been practically begging him to.

I love him. I know I do. I mean, I've never felt this way about anyone before and, to tell you the truth, its starting to creep me out a bit.

But anyway, I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and my body, so I'd smell nice and all for him. I drew the line at putting perfume on, thought. Deodorant, of course, perfume, no way. I blow-dried my hair, which took about ten minutes since my hair was only about shoulder length now. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank top and put them on. Then I applied some mascara and I was good to go.

Then I realized it was a little windy out today, so I grabbed a zipped hoodie from my closet and threw that on.

And soon enough, I heard the familiar purr of Rob's Indian. The sound that I strained my ears to hear every night.

Hey, I never said my life was exciting. Well, besides the whole Lightning Girl thing.

I grabbed my messenger bag and flew down the stairs. I briefly told my mom that I was going out and I would have my cell phone on if she were to call. I started running out of the house when she asked me where I was going.

"I'm going out with Rob!" I yelled back.

"Where?" she asked.

But I was all ready out the door and running towards Rob's Indian.

He smiled at me and handed me the helmet. The normal routine.

I put it on and got on the back of the bike. He hit the gas and he sped away. I was in heaven, once again. Being on the back of his bike, with my arms wrapped around his rock hard abs, was an instant relaxer for me.

But instead of going to his house, we drove down the highway, then he went off into this secluded area in some woods. What was he doing?

He got off the bike and took off his helmet. Confused, I followed suit. "Um, Rob? You know this isn't your house, right?" I asked, just for good measure.

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm aware of that." He took the helmet from me and put it and his helmet in the secret compartment under the back seat.

Then he put his arm around my shoulders and started leading me somewhere. "Come on," he said.

Um . . . we were in the middle of the woods alone . . .

I was starting to get freaked out. I mean, I know Rob would never do anything to me. At least, not willingly. But there could be other people out here that want to hurt me - us.

Okay, Jess, you're just being paranoid. Calm down.

All those thoughts disappeared when we stopped.

It - oh, my God. It was beautiful . . .

I stared at the sight before me, amazed. I never knew there was anything like this around here - in Indiana.

I looked at Rob. He was looking at me with a smile on his face.

Before me was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. It was a little pond with a waterfall and some exotic plants surrounding it. I'd never seen anything like it around here. It was absolutely amazing . . .

"My mom used to take me here when I was little, after my dad left," he explained. "Eventually she stopped taking me, so I took the liberty of getting myself here after I got my bike."

He started to sit down and motioned for me to do so also. I did. He pulled me over to where he was and on his lap. He's - uh . . . never done that before. Maybe this is really touching to him. I don't know.

Hey, while he's in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of it.

And I did. Take advantage of it, I mean. I leaned back into him and he wrapped his arms around me, as if protecting me.

"What made you want to bring me here?" I asked.

He seemed to dwell on it a moment, then answered, "I wanted to bring you somewhere that made me happy. I just . . . I wanted you to become a part of me, I guess."

I smiled. That wedding was starting to look closer then before. I turned around a little so I could face him. "I'll always be a part of you," I whispered and kissed him.

Wow, this was rather romantic, I must admit.

"Man," he said, when I pulled away, "if I had known that would have happened when I brought you here, I would have done it a long time ago."

I laughed. And, well, I just couldn't contain myself. That's the only explanation I have for what I did.

I smashed my lips back onto his and kissed him so fervently that I swear I might have crushed him. I honestly don't know what made me do it. Maybe it was the way he looked in what sunlight was shining through the trees. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at me, with such love (well, that's what I assume it was, anyway).

Or maybe it could be the fact that he was so utterly gorgeous that I just couldn't pass up that opportunity.

But whatever it was, I did it. And Rob seemed to like it just as much as I did.

He fell back to the ground and pulled me on top of him. His large, manly hands slid to my petite waist. My hands, which were around his neck previously, were running through his soft hair, which I still think is in bad need of a trim. But . . . that's just me.

I moaned into his mouth as his fingers were working magic on my stomach. He gently rolled us over so he was on top of me. He smiled down at me, then plunged to my neck and started sucking on it lightly. It didn't even cross my mind then that I would probably get a hickey. And boy, if my mother sees one on me, she'd flip!

But, well, enjoy it for the time being.

I sighed happily. He was still suckling on my neck. So I set to work on making him feel good.

I didn't know what he liked at first, so I just experimented. First I slid my hands underneath the back of his shirt and massaged his back with my fingertips. He seemed to like that, but I didn't think it was good enough. I slid my hands around to his front and felt in and out of the ridges that made up his washboard abs. The ones that were so irresistible.

And then it all stopped. Just like that.

Rob pulled away, finally realizing what was going on, I guess.

I didn't understand, though. It's not like I was jail bait anymore. I was in the middle of my senior year. I'd be 18 in a little over 2 months, so what the hell is the problem?

I voiced this and Rob just laughed. "You know I'd love to do this, Mastriani, but we're in the middle of the woods. I hardly think you'd want to have sex out here in the middle of the afternoon - with no protection."

I hesitated. He had a point there. "Oh . . ." I said, trailing off.

The thing that got me was how easily he said 'sex'. He said it so easily. And the way he said it didn't make it sound gross or anything, just normal.

"Let's go back to your house then," I suggested.

He chuckled. "I still don't think we should do this yet, Jess," he said all seriously. "I know I want to do that with you, but I don't think you're ready yet. I can tell by the looks you give me sometimes."

That got me a little angry. Who did he think he was to tell me that I wasn't ready?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said angrily.

He could tell I was angry now. But he still joked about it. "Boy, I can never win, can I?" he laughed.

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"It's quite all right."

I sat up next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. We sat like that for I don't know how long. It felt like an eternity, yet it seemed like only a few minutes.

"Rob?" I said quietly.

He looked down at me. "Yeah?"

I thought for a minute. "Do you . . . do you think we'll be together, say, ten years from now?" I asked.

I really wasn't quite thinking when I asked him that. I guess I was just caught up in the moment.

He hesitated in answering me. But then he sighed. "I hope so," he whispered back and kissed the top of my head. "I really hope so."

Good news: I actually think I know where this story is going. Not positivebut I have an idea.

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