Author's Note: Sorry it's taken a bit to update, but here is chapter two! Enjoy, and please review! Thank you for the support of chapter one- it means a lot that you guys like it so much already!

God Bless,

Sarah

Eli opened the door to his hotel room quickly, shivering from the sudden change of temperature. His body warmed immediately, though as he felt the heat of his room.

"Must've came by and adjusted the thermostat," he stated quietly, un-buttoning his coat.

"It's so warm," Clare agreed, removing her gloves and taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"How long are you staying for?"

"I booked a ticket for two days. I'm staying in the hotel across the street," Clare replied. "How long are you staying?"

"I just came to say goodbye. I'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon…I've been here a few days already."

"Ah," Clare replied softly, swinging her feet gently as she watched Eli strip down from his coat, boots, and gloves, to only his jeans and a black T-shirt. He pulled the hoodie he had on under his coat over his head, and Clare watch the broad length of skin he showed by pulling his shirt with the hoodie. She blushed as he looked back at her, covering his chest and stomach once more.

"I do believe you were watching me, Miss Edwards. Trying to see if I sparkle?"

She chucked a pillow at him off the bed, laughing, before she noticed the slip of paper that fell out from it. She noticed that the pillow was covered with his own pillowcase; it was cute to her, how he made himself at home. She jumped up to retrieve the paper, curious as to what it was, and snatched it up before he could. She smiled at him as he scratched the back of his head nervously and unfolded the paper. Her eyes widened as she looked from it, back to him.

"Eli, you saved this?"

"Well, y-yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"I figured you'd hate me for it," she stated, handing him back the letter she had written him a week after their break up.

"Clare," he grabbed both of her shoulders gently. " I could never hate you."

"Why'd do you hold onto the letter, Eli?"

"Because one part stood out to me."

"Which part?" She asked breathlessly as their faces drew closer to each other.

"The one where you said you hoped that…One day, we could work things out."

She didn't have time to respond as Eli crashed his lips against hers. She kissed him back eagerly, relishing in the warmth of his body heat and she taste of his lips once more. She had missed this; kissing him, and holding him close to her. He tangled his fingers in her hair, running them through her messy, cold curls. They didn't pull away for quite some time; they held on tight to the kiss, finding their way back to the bed as Clare fell backwards and Eli followed on top. Their kissing didn't last much longer after that. Eli pulled away first, rubbing the side of her cheek as he caught his breath.

"Clare, we can't do this."

"Eli, what're yo-"

"-Clare, I want to make things right again…I want you to be mine. I think, that we skipped a few steps."

Clare shook her head. "Eli, I love you. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Clare. I've missed the Clare that I first met. Please don't change to cater to what you think I want…All I want is you."

Clare sat up slowly before leaning her head against his shoulder and breathing evenly. She didn't need to reply; she silently agreed with what he had said: it was everything she needed to hear.

"You can stay here tonight, if you want to, Clare," Eli offered, purely out of generosity. He had no ulterior motives- no other intentions.

Clare smiled slightly. "I think I may need to go home…To avoid you accidently stripping anymore, and therefore rendering myself too weak to resist you."

Eli laughed. "Alright, then. I will indeed be taking that as a compliment, as well as storing it in the back of my mind to pull out at a later time!"

Clare smiled. "Thanks for making me feel so welcome, Eli. I was worried you'd be angry that I came all this way…Your meeting with Julia was private; I'm sorry if you felt I was interrupting."

"Clare, you didn't interrupt anything. Don't worry."

"Thank you," she replied as she stood and grabbed her jacket. "I should be going."

"That's fine. You can call me later…If you'd like," he said as coolly as possible. "Oh, and Clare!" He added, grabbing her arm as she opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Maybe, tomorrow, before I leave, you can come by so we can talk things over? J-just an offer."

"I'd love that," she replied softly, kissing his cheek before continuing out the door.

He followed her with his eyes until she was out of his sight, and then shut the door gently. Leaning against it, he sighed heavily, a large grin falling onto his lips. He hadn't been able to imagine this happening…He knew Clare had been so fed up with him; so angry. He thought it would take months for her to forgive him; years for them to smooth things over. But it hadn't. Somehow, she had been able to get back to the roots of her religion; the loving depths of her heart that he had almost ripped from her. She was able to readily forgive like she had always been taught, and he would do everything in his power to never give her a reason to leave him again.

He never wanted her to walk away like she had that day at the hospital. She had left him heartbroken…But he had hurt her too, and he could never do that again.

Author's Note: I hope this chapter was as enjoyable as the last one! The next chapter will start up when they go back to school. I may wait for the premier Monday, or I may write it sooner. It depends on if you all want me to follow the plot for this new season and sort of, expand on their scenes together and feelings, or if you want this to take a life of its own. I know I want him to win Clare back even though she's already come back. He's going to go a bit crazy, but out of love. Sorry for rambling! Please review!

God Bless,

Sarah