"Wow..." breathed Nigel unsteadily. Rachel took a breath.

"You're a very experienced lover, I'm guessing." Said then slightly
flustered blonde. Blood rushed to Nigel's cheeks.

"What, do you think I'm a prostitute or something?" He grinned. Rachel
slapped the back of his head, to which he just chuckled. "Kidding."
The lady whom still had the covers wrapped around herself walked over
to the mirror and began to brush her tangled bed head. Raising his
eyes to her, Nigel took a moment to drink in just how beautiful she
was. The sun from the window hit her perfectly, illuminating her light
milky skin. He wished so badly he could remember last night as well as
she had described it. After all, he was the one who loved her...Nigel
paused, the atmosphere suddenly becoming thick.

"Do you love me?"

The brush in Rachel's hand froze. Her eyes had widened, as she blankly
stared at her reflection.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you love me?" Nigel repeated the question. His expression had
again changed. His brow had nit, and the seriousness of his face sent
a chill down her spin.

"I..I have to go..." Changing the subject quickly, Rachel began to
gather her clothes. Nigel got off of the disrobed bed and walked over
to her, grabbing her shoulders with such verbosity that he almost
thought he might break her. Rachel didn't flinch, nor gasp, she only
returned his blunt stare with and equally fierce one.

"Do. You. Love. Me?" He repeated for the third time. Rachel lowered
her gaze to her feet and shut her chocolate colored eyes.

"No."

"Liar." The Brit whispered. Rachel gulped and kept her eyes shut from
fear that if she opened them, tears would stream out. "I'm not kidding
Rachel. Tell me that you love me."

"I cant love you, Nigel..."

"Your hurting me..." Nigel admitted. Rachel at last opened her eyes
and looked into Nigel's. He look as if he may burst into a sob any
moment.

"Love hurts." Rachel reached up and touched his cheek in a motherly
nature. With the other hand she slowly touched his right shoulder.
Nigel shuttered as if her fingers where hot metal. She traced out the
letters.

"You're not mine. You'll never be mine, Nigel. It's just the way it
is." Letting go of him, she pushed her way out of his arms. She wasn't
welcome there. "I have to go to my first class in a hour." Struggling,
Rachel dressed herself.

Nigel watched, his arms limp at his sides. He rued the day he ever got
that damn tattoo...all it did was cause him pain.

"Can I at least call you?"

"No." The blonde said simply.

"Fine." Nigel replied,defeated. Rachel got to the door, and placed her
hand on the nob. However, her attempts at opening it where foiled when
she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled around. Nigel mouth was again
connected with her, moving slowly and softly. His kisses had that
beautiful aspect of being spontaneous, as well as tender and loving.
She had not the heart to push him away. Her arms linked around his
thin torso and she pulled him closer. Why couldn't he be hers? It was
so unfair. Smiling to herself, she thought of how much she sounded
like a child. How how she missed being a kid. Things were so much less
complicated.

Lizzie parked her red car in the parking lot beside an unfamiliar van.
She stepped out and brushed her hair out of the way. Practically
stomping, she made her way up to the apartment where she had spent so
many nights. Though she knew she had a funny way of showing it, she
did love Nigel. Very much so. And at first, she was indeed looking
forward to marrying him. Until that one night--she shuttered to think
of it.

(flashback)

Nigel lowered himself over her again, rapidly. Lizzie gave a small mew
of pleasure.

"N-nigel..." She held onto the back of his head, messaging his scalp.
She'd not noticed how Nigel's eyes where shut yet again--as they had
been for the majority of these actions. He moaned in lust, continuing
his thrusts.

"R-ra...ugh..." Nigel murmured. Lizzie paid no mind. She leaned deeper
into the inviting matres before letting out a small spasm, then a
scream.

"NIGEL!" Nigel jolted in his exercises.

"L-li...R-RACHEL!!" Nigel let out a loud grunt, followed by a few
pants of satisfaction. After a moment, opened his eyes again, only to
find his fiancee starting up at him with a shocked expression.

"Who?"

(end flashback)

She'd been told that this "Rachel" was a model he was very fond of,
and though it resulted in a long, very uncomfortable conversation,
they'd gotten past it, with men Nigel's age having certain needs and
such. Lizzie could understand that. As long as he truly loved her and
only her. But now...now she wasn't so sure.