I can smell him all over me. Christian Grey, the scent of a god. I don't want the smell to ever go away. I want it to stay wrapped around me keeping me warm and safe. It calms every part of me except somewhere deep below my stomach. I gasp out softly. I slowly open my eyes and there he is in all his glory above me. Directly above me. It's just us, nothing else matters. His arms over my shoulders, his body on top of mine. Oh, sweet lord, this is intense. I can feel his thighs over either side of my thighs. Oh my, he is straddling me. I can't speak as my heart is beating like a racehorse at full gallop. My eyes gaze into his eyes. Like deep grey holes that I want to stay in forever. My blue eyes surrendering to his blue-eyed gaze.

He looks so handsome. I tear my gaze away and then my eyes fall to his lips. Those perfectly sculpted lips that are slightly parted. I need to feel those lips. I want to feel those lips, please. My body aches for his touch. We're together in such an incredibly erotic position. I can feel his whole body against mine. As my body reacts to his close proximity. I feel like my whole body is begging him to kiss me. I lick my lips to part them more. His eyes flick down to my lips and stay there. His eyes smolder, god this is too intense. Let your tongue invade my mouth to claim it as your own. I'm right here do it, please. That smoldering gaze changes to a stormy sea as if he is fighting something dark.

He pulls back lifting himself away from my face. No, no, no my mind screams and my inner devil has gone from panting with her arms wide open to stomping around like a spoiled child. My inner angel can't look me in the eyes and is looking anywhere but at me. Why doesn't he want to kiss me? I want to kiss him so badly I can taste it.

Fuck it!

I reach up and grab the back of his neck, leaning forward. I will get my kiss. My other hand bracing against the floor. My face inches from his as my hand pulls back from the hot tiled floor. Wait a minute? I finally see everything. Shit!

We are in what remains of Samantha's kitchen in her diner. It's destroyed. Few areas have escaped the explosion that tore through it. Metal is shredded to pieces, tiles have been blown off the walls. Everything is covered in scorch marks from the fireball. Except us! My eyes are wide in amazement as I look back at him.

Christian stands up and slides his hand under my knees and his other hand goes behind my back. He picks me up as my gaze doesn't leave his face. He carries me out through the staff room door and outside into the parking lot. I'm numb, nothing is inside my mind, it's empty. He releases me from his grip letting me stand on my own. I don't know how I stand.

"I should go." He mutters softly.

I don't know what to say, My own mouth doesn't respond to any order. He walks over to his car gets in and drives off without a backward glance. My world crumbles. Is that the last I will see of my dream man Christian Grey? Is he even a man? I begin to cry as I hear fire engines pulling up behind me and Rachael shouts my name.

I'm checked out from head to toe by the paramedics in the back of the ambulance, but apart from a bruised ankle I appear to be fine. They think I may have a concussion as I react slowly to anything they ask me to do. What the hell do they want from me? I just witnessed the impossible. How did he do that? I see Heather and Rachael from the corner of my eye, both terrified at what happened but relieved I'm okay. Samantha is sobbing in Sam's arms as the firefighters put out the small remaining fire.

Everything feels to have taken on a surreal feeling as both my inner devil and angel are nowhere to be seen. The police call me over once I'm cleared by the paramedics. They ask me to fill in the blanks after speaking with the other staff members. There are still a few parts of the story they are missing. I explain to them about hearing a noise and finding the gas line leaking. I helped everyone get out, but Heather was missing so I went back in for her. They nod their approval and I continue saying I ended up trapped by my ankle in the kitchen. When they asked me how did I get out. I simply shrug. I'm not even looking at the officer as I look at my hands. The officer is called away by someone else and I'm free to go. I see Kate's BMW skid to a stop and she coming running out to me, locking me up in a fierce hug.

The drive back is deathly quiet as I'm sure that Kate has her full lists of questions written down ready to fire off at me. Somehow she resists, maybe she can feel my mood and wants me to be the one to open up. I wouldn't even know where to begin. I nearly kissed a man who is incredibly handsome and fire resistant too. Shutting my eyes, I see him there again over me. There wasn't a mark on him. Not even a scratch, no singed hair nothing.

He took the blast from the explosion over his back protecting me. His back, I open my eyes. I was so focused on him I didn't look at his back. What if he ran cause he needed medical attention? My mind shows me the image of a sharp piece of metal sticking from his bare skinned back. No, I wipe the image from my mind. He was perfectly fine. If he was okay why didn't he stay there? I sink down into the car seat and I feel Kate drive a little bit faster to get us home.

By the time we arrive back in the apartment, Kate has given up hope of me starting the talk. She takes my jacket hanging it up for me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Her words break me down and I'm crying again. She steps in and hugs me close. We stay like that till my sobbing slows and she careful pulls me back to look at me.

"Come on tell me about it." I don't even know where to begin or what to say. I speak but it's the wrong words that come out.

"We could have kissed." Kate holds me at arms length.

"Could have?" She says.

"He doesn't want me. I need to be alone." I push past Kate and head into my bedroom.

Shutting the door, I throw myself onto the bed crying again. I hear movement and know Kate is outside my door. Please don't come in. Please. After a few seconds, she walks away and I continue to cry.

( What truly did happen in that diner? So now the mysterious Christian Grey has left her alone. What will our poor Ana do with herself. It seems like she has already fallen hard for him. Please let me hear your thoughts on if you think Christian is magical or what supernatural beast he could be? Remember to leave your reviews. I am a review addict. An I do reply to them all and follow and favourite the story. Thank you. SJamesW.)