~BEXLEY POV~

I sat down on his bed and watched as he pulled out a small stack of movies. I bit my lip and he set the movies down before taking a seat next to me on the bed. He moved a piece of hair away from my face and I made sure to not flinch this time.

I leaned in and kissed his palm lightly before looking into his warm brown eyes. "I have to tell you something."

He raised an eyebrow at me and laid down on one of the pillows. He thought for a minute before saying "Tell me."

I grabbed his hand and twined my fingers with his, the nervous look on his face eased up a little. "I was looking through your library and a book fell. When I picked it up… I found a picture of a woman."

His face fell a little and I immediately regretted saying anything though this confirmed that it was the woman who'd been shot. I sat up and he tightened his grip around my fingers.

"I promise I wasn't snooping, it just fell." I felt the tiniest bit of fear and he surprised me by pulling me against his chest. He kept enough distance so that he could stare into my eyes but not by much.

"I know you weren't. You're not that kind of person. I'm guessing you figured out that she's the one that was shot in front of me." I nodded and felt horrible for pouring salt in a wound that clearly was still very tender. I felt guilty for having him open up to me and me having every intention of leaving still. That was how it was going to have to be though.

"Will you tell me something?" he asked and I moved so that my mess of red hair wasn't beneath me anymore and then laid back down to look at him.

"Depends." I told him and he smiled lightly. I was glad to see things ease a little after our discussion.

He put an arm around my waist and rested his hand on my lower back, massaging the skin that was under my black t-shirt. "Tell me something about your past. I feel like I don't know you and I'd really like to."

I took a deep breath and looked down trying to think of something to tell him that wasn't personal. Then a thought occurred that caused me to smile. "I loved my grandmother very much. I was closer to her than the rest of my family. I have her maiden name for my last name."

He smiled and said "I can see it in your eyes how much you must have loved her." I nodded and put my hand on his arm that rested on my waist.

"Do you think you'll ever trust me enough to let me all the way in?" he asked and I shook my head. His face didn't change expressions and to his credit his body didn't move away an inch.

"I don't want to lose you." I told him and now that I'd said the words out loud, I felt the truth of my words and the impact they made on both of us.

He put a hand on my face and waited until I met his eyes. "You won't."

He didn't give me the chance to argue with him but instead kissed me, softly at first but it slowly turned into something more… aggressive.

I parted my lips and his tongue immediately began to massage mine as he moved so that he was on top of me but keeping his weight off of me. I tangled my hands in his hair out of an instinct that I didn't know I had and I just wanted him close to me. He moved his hand down to my calf and hooked it over his hip and I felt my body begin to feel different than normal.

It was like the more he touched the hotter my body felt and everywhere his hand touched left a little trail of sparks. I broke away from him to breathe but he shamelessly moved to my neck and I moved both of my hands into his hair. He licked my neck lightly and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

He moved away and looked at me unsure. I realized that he'd thought I'd gasped out of fear and not at the feeling of his tongue and lips on my neck. I pulled his face back down to mine and kissed him again, nipping his bottom lip. A moan escaped his lips and he pressed into me and I felt something press against the lower part of my body and this was like a bucket of cold water being splashed on me.

I broke the kiss and concentrated on getting my breathing under control, dropping my leg from around his waist. He looked nervous, embarrassed, and aroused at the same time. I felt a little embarrassed about my reaction but I'd never had any physical contact before him. At least, not any that didn't end in bruises.

I smiled and kissed him again, lightly and quickly this time. I didn't deny the fact that I wanted him but tonight was not the night to do anything risky. If there ever would be a night, we would have to be careful.

He moved away from me and laid on his side trying to even out his breathing. I leaned down toward the edge of the bed and grabbed a movie, placing it into the DVD player. I didn't really pay attention to the one that I put in but I didn't really think it mattered at this point.

I crawled back into the bed with him and cuddled up to him. He smiled and gave a light laugh. "Sorry about that."

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "Not tonight. I'm not saying never, just hold me tonight." I told him and he moved so that he was propped up on the pillows behind him and I put my head over his chest.

"That, I can do." He placed his arm around my waist and held me close. It didn't take long after that for me to fall asleep and for the second time, I listened to the sound of his heartbeat before falling asleep. I didn't want to lose him and no matter how much I wanted to, I would eventually have to leave. But there in his arms, at least for a moment, I felt safe.

***Things are getting more and more intimate between them, is it not? R&R and let me know what you think and thanks for reading and the reviews.