Chapter 3

Faith opened her eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the window. Only this time the only breaths she heard wasn't coming from just her but also from Bosco who had her wrapped in his arms with his head tucked into the side of her neck. Faith shifted to try to get more comfortable in the death grip Bosco had on her, apparently he was afraid she would run at the first chance she got.

"Good morning baby," he whispered in her ear. The slight shift must have jarred him awake. More proof he thought she would run. She used to be able to toss and turn in the bed without him even noticing.

"Morning Boz," she said as she turned her head to find his eyes staring into hers. His eyes were the most amazing she had ever seen. She had once told him he could devastate a group of women with one look. His reply had been in typical Bosco fashion when he proclaimed that he knew he was a lady-killer and no one had to point it out.

"Sleep good last night?" he asked.

"The best I have slept since I left," was her reply.

"Me too."

His lips were starting to find the sensitive part of her neck and she knew what he was trying to do.

"Boz, not right now," she replied while trying to wiggle free of his grasp.

"What's wrong?" he mumbled against her neck as his lips were starting toward her ear.

"I don't feel like it. I need to go the bathroom and I'm hungry."

"You didn't mind last night." His words had taken a sharper tone with that statement and she was taken aback.

"I know. It just doesn't feel right."

That must have been the magic words because he released her from his grip and sat up with an incredulous look on his face.

"What the hell do you mean it doesn't feel right? From what I remember about last night it was sure feeling right to you then." With that statement he preceded to throw the covers off his body and vacate the bed. He stomped out of the room without sparing her one look.

Faith continued to stare at the door he had walked out. She hadn't meant it like it sounded but she should have known Bosco would misinterpret. They always had the uncanny ability to say the wrong things at the wrong time to each other. Faith heard the shower turn on in the bathroom so she knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon to give her a chance to explain the statement. She would have to go after him.

"What the hell!" Bosco exclaimed as Faith threw the shower curtain back with force and stepped in.

"Relax, its not like I haven't seen it before," she said with a smirk and winked at him.

"I thought you said it didn't feel right," he sneered.

"I never said I was going to have sex in the shower, Boz. I just felt the need to be clean."

"Couldn't you wait until I was done?"

She ignored his question in favor of explaining what she meant.

"Boz, when I said it didn't feel right, I didn't mean it like that. I meant it seems almost surreal that I'm here with you, sleeping with you, and it's hard to adjust to that. I never expected to be forgiven without having to prove myself to you and within the first 24 hours of me coming back we are having sex like I haven't even left. It's just weird and I need time to process. Does that make any sense?" she rambled as she looked up at him expectantly.

"I guess so," was his only response.

"So are we ok then?"

"Of course. I realize it seems surreal to you because it seems the same way to me. I just let my temper get the better of me because I thought you realized you had a mistake and was planning on leaving again," he alleged.

"I'm not leaving again. Not unless you specifically state you want me to and even then I am putting up a fight," she avowed.

His arms found their way around her waist and as the water rained down on them they embraced.

"Does it feel right yet?" he joked as he kissed her temple.

"Time to process Boz," she reminded him with a laugh.

"You can't blame a man for trying. Especially when the woman looks as good as you do," he stated as he released her to turn off the water.

He stepped out and handed her a towel before retrieving one for himself.

"Let's go make some breakfast, I'm starving."

"Bosco, when is David coming back?"

"Whenever I call mom and let her know. I told her last night if I didn't call by 8 he was staying over and I would call today and let her know when I could come and pick him up."

"Planning on getting lucky then wasn't you," she jabbed as she snapped him with the towel.

"You know it baby. My eyes get you every time," he joked while batting his eyelashes at her.

"Come on Don Juan and let's get some breakfast before I waste away," she stated as she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

"Are you going to be here tonight when Charlie comes over?" he shouted after her.

"Might as well start trying to mend the fences I tore down," she shouted back.

"I've got your back Faith. It will be ok."

I know, she thought. As long as Bosco had been in her life that was the one thing she had always been sure of, he always had her back, and because of that everything would be ok.