I always picture the song This Kiss by Faith Hill in this chapter.

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Jamie woke up in an actual bed the next morning. It was a big queen sized bed and had fluffy bedding that she just wanted to sink into. It was warm and cozy, and she never wanted to leave this bed. It sure beat sleeping sitting up in the bus station.

It beat sleeping in Greg's penthouse too, but even the bus station beat that.

She was warm and not afraid, thanks to Andrea and Daryl.

She smelled something delightful too, coming in under the door. Andrea was making bacon and eggs down in the kitchen. She got out of bed even though she didn't want to and got dressed.

As she walked into the kitchen, Andrea was indeed cooking, and the table was set. Amy sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee.

They exchanged good mornings all around. Jamie was the only guest at the moment, and she was a little uneasy about being alone with Andrea and Amy. She didn't want to say the wrong thing and make them suspicious.

"Coffee?" Andrea asked, and Jamie nodded. "It's in the carafe on the table, sit down hun be comfortable."

Jamie sat down, and Amy looked over at her. Amy asked her if she slept well and Jamie said yes.

The young girl looked at her, she ran her eyes over Jamie and smiled a fake smile.

"So," Amy said. "How long you been seeing Daryl?"

"Amy." Andrea barked, "Don't be so rude."

"It's ok Andrea, a short time really," Jamie said turning to Amy.

The phone rang on the wall, and Amy got up and answered it. Then she cocked her head towards Jamie who was talking to Andrea.

"Your boyfriend is on the phone." She said to Jamie and held the phone out to her.

Jamie got up and took the phone and placed it to her ear saying hello.

"Call me sweetheart." He whispered into the phone as if Amy could hear him. She didn't answer him but nodded her head because she saw Amy giving her the side eye from her place at the table.

"Please Jamie, I need her off my case." He pleaded.

"Well, sweetheart, what's in it for me?" She acquiesced with a smile on her lips.

"Anything, just lay it on thick, she doesn't believe it, I know." He said.

"Oh you are so right, baby, I missed you last night too." She smiled.

"I'll be there in ten minutes to take you for a phone, and I'm gonna kiss you in front of her so be ready." He said quickly.

"Oh, you think?" She laughed into the phone.

"Come on Jamie, help a guy out here."

She giggled into the phone, playing the part. She was good at playing parts now, wasn't she? Jamie had a feeling he could protect her too. Not that she wanted to drag this poor man into her shit show, but it might happen.

There was a storm following her; she was sure of it.

For all she knew Greg might be on the way down, she hadn't talked to Tara in a day. Greg had, of course, pitched a shit fit of epic proportions at the bank. Tara had told her, but no one knew that they were friends.

Tara hadn't been there, but she heard about it from her boss. He was a dangerous man in more ways than one. He drank, and he beat her, but he was a low-end mob. Even the low guys knew how to hide a body, and that's why she bolted.

He had told Jamie on more than one occasion he would just kill her and bury her in the Pine Barrens. She could never go back.

"Ok, looking forward to it sweetheart, bye now." And she hung up before he could say anything.

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Daryl looked at the phone in his hand, what had just happened? Merle bumped into him as he walked by and Daryl hung up the phone. Still wondering if he had heard her right. He had no idea what awaited him now. It was scary. Why had he told her that? But he knew, Amy had been trying to get on his dick for years, and she was way too young for him. His days of fucking young girls were way over. But Amy wasn't taking the hint, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Showing up with a pretend girlfriend sounded good at the time. He had choked last night and said the first thing to come to mind.

But, he thought to himself, now he was going to get to kiss her. A little grin made its way over his lips, and Merle took notice right away.

"What's with you?" Merle asked.

"Nothing." He said trying to pull himself together. "Going out."

"Alright, you ain't gotta answer to me, I'll be down at Bob's later, it's half price wings till four."

"Might be by, I got some shit to do. And Maggie's car is back in the shop, might give it a look later." He said putting on his jacket and walking out the door to his bike.

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Jamie heard the motorcycle pull up and she couldn't hide her smile. She hadn't been on a bike in ages, but she knew he did it on purpose. He didn't want to answer her questions. That was all right with Jamie; she didn't want to answer his either.

She got up and walked to the door. She looked out the window and there he was kicking the stand on an old Triumph.

Jamie's father had a Harley when she was young; she grew up on the back of a bike. This might be fun. She watched him walking up the steps, and he was looking at her in a funny way. She opened the door and walked out on the porch. There was a picture window next to the door where Amy and Andrea would see them if they were so inclined.

"Sleep, ok baby?" She said to him giving him a silly grin that only he could see.

Might as well make it good right? She thought to herself.

"Would be better if you were there." He said as he came to her, with a determined stride and took her in his arms and kissed her.

He sure hoped Amy was watching, then he hoped she wasn't, because this was something that should have been done in private.

This wasn't a fake kiss anymore, the minute they touched they both knew it too.

He didn't just kiss her; he wrapped his arms around her on the porch, and he devoured her mouth like it was his property. Jamie let him, and once she got over the surprise, she kissed him right back.

In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought to herself, and that was the thing about kisses; you never knew whose kiss was going to do it for you.

Jamie didn't have to fake a damn thing it turned out. The minute his lips touched hers, she wanted more. She allowed him to put his hands on her and hers were on him, and she ran her fingers up over his neck and into his hair.

He felt all the hair stand up on his body and groaned like a bitch, as Merle would say. A woman touching his hair was his weakness, though; it got him every time.

He would groan all he wanted; this felt incredible.

She completely gave herself over to it and when his tongue danced across her lips she yielded completely. He swiped against her tongue with his boldly, taking charge of the whole thing, once, twice, and then it was over. Too soon for both of them

He stepped back from her and stared at her, running his hand through his hair in shock at what had just happened, he hadn't meant to kiss her like that.

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Andrea's shoulder bumped Amy in the kitchen. "Those two need to get a room."

"Yeah, man." Amy sighed. "It's fuckin hot in here."

Jamie stepped back from him, and he looked at her, then he took her by the hand and whispered thank you into her ear. His breath was hot on her neck, and she felt goosebumps break out all over her skin. No one had ever affected her this way, not Greg or any other guy.

"No, thanks, necessary." She squeaked out as they walked into the house to say goodbye to Andrea and Amy.

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She rode behind him down the country road as he drove her to their destination. She put her arms around his waist and held on like she used to with her father. It felt different, though, feeling his strong body in her arms made her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time.

What was happening to her and more important how could she stop it?

Notes: A/N: I don't know if anyone reading has watched The Soprano's, but it took place in my beloved New Jersey. One episode had them hiding a body in what we call the Pine Barrens. It's miles and miles of forest from the shoreline and into the middle of the state, perfect for hiding bodies. I happen to live smack in the Pine Barrens, near the beachside. No bodies here that I know of. Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think.

Notes: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think.