The week had kept them both busy, but the weekend was theirs to enjoy. Hilary leaned over Kai's chest, kissing him slow and deep. They had wasted the day away in each other's arms. Hilary was content to waste the night as well.

"Dinner?" he asked between her kisses.

She smiled, going back in, "I'm good here,"

He gripped her hips, moving her so that she was sitting over him, the sheets bunched around her waist.

"What about me? Don't you want to be a good host?"

Hilary looked down at him, putting on an offended expression. "What, you don't think I've been a good host?"

"Well, it has been a little cold at times," Kai ran his hands up her back, his fingers tracing along her spine. "But luckily, I have you to keep me warm."

She shuddered as his hands rounded her shoulders and ran down her arms. "Yeah, sorry about that. The heater's been acting up lately. The landlord is supposed to fix it, but I think she's waiting to see if I renew my lease."

Kai sat up, causing Hilary to lean back to give him room. "That doesn't seem right,"

She recognized that look in his eye – the one he got whenever he wasn't getting what he wanted. She crawled off him and off the bed, putting some space between them. Picking up his discarded shirt, she slipped it on and buttoned it up.

"It's not right, but it is how it is with landlords sometimes," she shrugged. "So, what do you want? I think I have eggs or we can go out,"

She could hear Kai following her out of the bedroom as she walked to the small kitchen, hiding her face in the fridge.

"Hilary, look at me,"

Hilary turned to look over her shoulder.

"Move in with me,"

She sputtered. "You can't just drop that on someone,"

"I'm not dropping it," Kai shook his head. "It's been a while; people know about us now. Everything is good. And I hate that you live in this place - it's so easy for someone to break in,"

"You're the only one who's ever broken in," she muttered.

"The estate is big enough and it's just me and a few staff members. Give me a reason you shouldn't."

Hilary struggled to come up with a reason. She was just starting to get comfortable with Tyson and the others knowing that she and Kai were a thing. No one had said anything to her yet, but she was mentally prepared for their opinions.

Kai came up behind her and closed the refrigerator door. Turning so that she was facing him, Hilary reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had to stand on her toes to reach all the way, but that only meant she could lean on him more fully.

She pressed her lips to his chest. As small as she was, she barely came to his center. "Why change things, Kai. Don't you like the way they are?" She moved farther up.

Undisturbed, Kai waited until she'd trailed kisses up his body until she couldn't reach higher. She held out a breath while they stared at each other.

Hilary felt her hopes dropping. His eyes held in firm resolve. "Kai?"

He removed her hands from his neck, bringing them down in front of her. Keeping eye contact, he kissed her knuckles.

"Hilary, I know you have reasons," he said, keeping her hands close to his chest, "but I need you to trust me."

"I trust you,"

He disagreed. "You've backed me into a corner, Hil. We can't move forward because you're scared that I'll abandon you. And I can't leave without confirming that fear."

She pulled her arms away from him. "Do you want to leave,"

"No, I want to move forward. You're the one that needs space,"

"I don't need space,"

"Then move in with me," he repeated, "because I don't like things the way they are now,"

Her heart shuddered. As a young girl, this was all she'd wanted – to be the at the center of his attention, if only for a little while. She'd spent so many years telling herself she was stupid for wanting it.

What Hilary wanted, more than anything, to jump into his arms and kiss him without a care, abandon all the worries that plagued her when he wasn't there.

She thought back to the time he kissed her on her doorstep and how she waited for weeks for him to call. To apologize or explain. Something. No matter how out of character is was, he owed her that. But that call never came. Not for four years. And then, suddenly, he was kissing her again. And again in New York. And again when she got back. And it was all she could have dreamed.

But

But what if he got bored? What if he wanted more than her? What if this was still, after all this time, just his never-ending rivalry with Tyson?

She'd seen the way Tyson's attention toward her a shifted in the past few months and wondered if it had anything to do with Kai. Was that kiss in front of Tyson nothing but a victory lap?

"Take some time to think," Kai continued, backing away from her, "and let me know."

No! She wanted to shout. No, stay. Please stay. Please. Give me some time.

But she said nothing. No words fell from her lips as she stripped off Kai's shirt and hung it on the bathroom door for him to grab while she took a shower. Words would have be useless against him.

Kai wouldn't argue. He wouldn't bend. There wasn't anything she could say to convince him, to change his mind.

And when she heard the front door shut, she slowly knelt to the shower floor, unable to hold herself up anymore.

Thank you to all the readers. I can't express out much I appreciate all of you. Next update - Friday. Konix