Hey guys! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. Please keep reading so that you don't get confused and say, "What the heck is this? I don't remember this!" This snippet below is something I was going to write for Ch. 24: Nighttime Tea Chats, but I thought it was a little too soon for it to get so steamy with Alec and Cheyenne. I kept it and never deleted it, so I thought that while I write my next chapter, you guys could get your fill in til it's ready. I've read your reviews and heard your requests for me to continue. I'm trying! This story has been going on for a span of 6 years, so it's been hard to keep up with. I'm no longer in school, and I'm just working now. I really want to take this story down, clean it up and start all over, but I think I'll just continue where I am so y'all can get an ending and be happy. 'Til the next chapter comes out, enjoy this little deleted scrapped idea! This would have taken place instead of the talk they had. Thank you all for sticking with me and not unfollowing. I appreciate all of your reviews, I really do. I hope you enjoy!

"Wow," I said, lifting my head. I crossed my arms. "You actually think I'm going to sleep."

He turned sharply to me, poising his brow at me, daring me to test him. I stood my ground, keeping my eyes level with his, surprised at my bravery. I was just building up more of it every time this happened between us, and the look on his face ignited the fire in my stomach. Suddenly, this was fun and I felt the air become charged with electricity and my heart thrum.

"I wasn't asking you, and I'm not going to tell you again," he warned lowly, but I saw it in his eyes; he knew what I was doing, and he was all for playing. He had me at a fault for words, though. I almost stopped until I just went with whatever came out of my mouth.

"I'm not tired."

"I don't care."

"Oh, really?"

He copied me, folding his arms across his chest, a smile playing at his lips.

"I will give you three seconds to get into bed," he said smoothly.

"Or what?"

He smirked, sauntering forward until our noses were practically touching. My whole body reacted, my heart speeding up to a million times a minute, the strange electric current spreading warmth through my body, telling me to step closer. He moved until his icy cheek was pressed against mine and his lips were at my ear.

"Or I won't be responsible for what I might do to you standing here in my sweater," he said huskily. My heart stopped. No, I really think it stopped now. My body was swimming and buzzing with the warmth, the electricity, and his close proximity so much so that I didn't notice how erratically fast I was breathing.

"One," he whispered, and I couldn't move.

Say something.

Do something.

I can't.

His hand crept along my thigh, icy at first, but leaving burning trails of warmth as he moved up.

"Two."

His fingers danced underneath the sweater, skimming across my hip and along the span of my stomach. Slowly, they crept upwards, and I made no move to stop him. I couldn't. It felt so good, so right, and my body was betraying me by shuddering in response.

Nononononono.

Say something, anything.

Don't let him know you're enjoying this.

It's a bit late for that.

Do something!

Only I didn't get to.

My stomach did it for me.

In the silence, it growled loudly, sounding like a groaning baby monster with a cold.

Alec's hand stopped, never reaching three.

I took my opportunity and stepped back a handful of steps, cradling my hand over my stomach while I looked at the floor. My face was burning. I didn't know what to think; I just knew I was embarrassed. Worst of all, I didn't have my hair to hide my face. My chopped locks slightly brushed my shoulders, and I wished desperately for my old curtain. My heart rate refused to slow down with Alec's hand frozen in place on my midsection. "Hm. Not the sound I wanted you to make, human," he finally said, having way too much fun with it all. If his icy, smooth, marbled cheek wasn't still laid against my blazing one, I know I would have seen a knee-buckling smirk on his face. And, just when I mustered up a few choice words, he squashed them by continuing in a much lower voice.

"But I still have plenty of playtime."