Author's Note: Final verse, with Lucy.
So I would choose to be with you… That's if the choice were mine to make… But you can make decisions too… And you can have this heart to break
I was in the kitchen when I realized that I could hear Bobby moving around in the bedroom. I was working on my laptop at the table. Well, at least I was pretending to work. Really, I was just kind of sitting there thinking about Bobby. My eyes kept returning to where he had held me and kissed me, my mind kept reliving that moment.
He had been asleep for about 2 hours. He had looked so completely exhausted, and I had been so lost in his kissing me that I almost hadn't noticed. I closed my laptop and pushed it aside as I heard him shuffling down the hallway. When he entered he looked kind of pale, slightly disheveled. Around his shoulders, he was wearing the blanket I had laid over him. He still had on no shirt. He looked very sexy, and I actually shook my head in an effort to put that thought aside. He also looked like he was in a good bit of pain.
"I dried your shirt." I said, which in all of the things I wanted to say was really the furthest thing from my mind. I watched him reach out and shrug on the shirt, clumsily buttoning a few buttons. He was watching me as I stood and walked toward the sink to get a glass of water. "You could probably take this again." I handed him the glass of water and the prescription. He took it without objection, so I guessed that I had been right when I thought he looked like his chest was causing him pain.
He moved to lean against the counter, sill watching me. I could tell that his sleep had been restless, he looked pale, distracted. I felt as if he was watching me as if he was still half asleep, like I somehow seemed like a ghost to him.
"Bobby..." I reached forward, touching his face, still loving the goatee, looking at the sadness in his brown eyes.
"Do you want this?" He asked, surprising me. I took a step closer to him, moving my fingers lightly to touch his jaw, watching him yield into my touch. He closed his eyes. "Do you want me?" He asked, and I lost my breath. I wondered what dreams had haunted him for him to ask me such a question. I hoped I had made it clear to him how much I wanted him when he had kissed me in this very place in my kitchen just a few hours ago.
"Yes, I want this." I said, waiting for him to open his eyes. But he kept them closed, and when he did open them, he looked away from me. I moved into his line of vision, forcing him to look at me. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were so vunerable and held such sorrowful uncertainty, that everything inside of me melted. "Yes, I want you." I whispered. I leaned forward and kissed him, careful not to press my weight against his ribs. "I want you." I repeated the words as I kissed him.
"I want this, I want you." His words were just a whisper. He tilted his head, studying me as he kind of hesitantly touched my face. And right then, right there, my life swiveled on its axis and I realized that my heart was his to break.
A/N: And so it goes… (and with me, it will probably go into a new story :).