As far as Karen knew her suitcase was at the bottom of the stairs, her clothes along with Will's were scattered up the stairs and down the hallway. Karen had been pulled into the only bedroom that wasn't his brothers or a room that was touched by his parents. The room was at the end of the hallway, hidden almost.

He had taken control and she let him. Normally it was her who took command and did what she wanted, but with Will it was something different. It almost seemed normal that she was at his mercy. She just let his hands roam, do whatever they wanted to, and she was fine with it.

Being taken advantage of, in bed, out in the real world was something she was used to. And she had vowed not to let anyone do that to her. Then she met Stanley and it had gone well. He was attracted to her carelessness and that was why he had married her, so he said. And then as she got older and was married to him longer, it was revealed that she was just an arm pet. And she hated it. With Will she loved it.

And it was because of Stan that she was awake now, sitting in a chair, watching Will sleep. His face was buried in the pillow, his head propped up on his arms, his back bare with the sheet wrapped around his waist. She would crawl back into bed with him, let him wrap his arms around her, an action he's done a few times that night. She felt safe there, no one possibly hurting her.

He shifted slightly his arm reaching for her. He sat up when he felt her side of the bed emptied. The light flickered on and there she was in the light, smiling at him. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at her again; her legs were drawn up under her, her arms crossed.

"You're too far," Will mumbled, his eyes still closed. When she didn't move to him, he slowly opened his eyes, taking her in. "You okay?"

"Stan isn't coming back for a few more weeks." Karen said with a small smile. She shrugged her shoulders. It didn't bother her so much, not as much as it should anyway.

"You okay, with that?" Will asked. She took that opportunity to move and to climb underneath the covers. Will wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to use his shoulder as a pillow.

"I will be." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting Will heartbeat's lull her to the brink of sleep. His fingers were running through her hair, a light massage. His touch was so gentle, so caring; it made her feel good.

She had fallen asleep moments later, her face in his neck, her breath warm against his cheek. Will rested his head against the headboard, his hand mechanically running up and down Karen's arm.

He hadn't expected to sleep with her. He knew he was going to kiss her, he had thought about it for the entire car ride. But sleeping with her, while she was married to someone, didn't even cross his mind. Sure tossing the idea back and forth in his head was one thing, teasing her about it was one thing, and then actually doing it, that was something else entirely.

She hadn't said anything, barely even moaned and it didn't bother him. He had the inclination that all women made some sort of noise, but in Karen's case she was nearly mute. She gasped when he entered her and she moaned his name once, but that was it. It didn't bother him. It did bother him how she just let him do whatever he pleased.

He barely wanted to touch her in the case that he touched her and hurt her. But all he wanted to do was touch her, kiss her and make her his. He wanted to memorize everything about her, get to know her, know what she likes and dislikes, but she was silent. She rarely talked about herself and or anyone. She was always inquiring about him and his likes.

"Come with me," Karen was pulled down the dirt road, her dark shoes becoming a different color. He had been discreet in his description of how she should have dressed. 'Comfortable, but something you could get dirty in.' She was glad that she chose flats, but these boots were a favorite pair.

She was comfortable, that much he could tell. She was dressed in a pair of beige pants, a white blouse and her hair was halfway up with a pair of sunglasses resting on her nose. He wouldn't let her carry anything with the exception of a water bottle that she had grabbed before coming.

Will led them to a small patch of grass, big enough to be someone's back yard, smaller than a park. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to overlook the city of trees then the city itself. She smiled at the sight, smiled bigger when she noticed the smoke looming out of the chimney.

"You set the fire just for this didn't you?" She asked, looking over her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled when her hands covered his on her chest. She leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. The site was gorgeous; it went over the side of the hill, rolling down into the city.

"That is where we are," He said pointing to the pillar of smoke, something Karen had already pointed out. "This is where I want to build my house."

Karen was going to make some smart-ass remark but shut her mouth when she realized that he had said house. His house. She turned around in his arms, dropping her hands to his waist, looking up at him with wide eyes. He drug a finger down her cheek, resting his hand against her face.

"Your house?" Will nodded and kissed her forehead, an action he had done a lot recently. She smiled as his lips touched her head. "When did you decide to do this?"

"It's been something I've been thinking of for a long time now." Will told her, taking a step backward, taking her hand in his. "My brother is helping me with the plans. They're actually done. I just need to start on it."

"Well why haven't you started on it?"

"I've been busy. School. Work. It's been difficult. And then meeting you, I've wanted to pay attention to no one and nothing but you." They shared a laugh. It was easy for them to fall into something like that. It was a comfortable conversation.

"How long have you been working on this project?"

"Freshman year of college. So five years? Six?" He laughed lightly. She shook her head. "I really love this idea."

"What do you have in mind?" Will took his hand back and distanced himself, turning his back on her.

For a moment she thought that she had overstepped her boundary. Took a step too far by simply inquiring about his plans. It was like a writer who kept their story ideas to themselves in the case that someone might steal them. A plan for a house was similar; it was their baby, their creation. It was unheard of to have someone come in and stop all over that. It wasn't right.

Karen was about to say something, something akin to an apology when Will turned around with a smile on his face. Her worries were pushed to the back of her mind and just watched him as he explained his house.

There would be a great big sitting room, the center of everything. One each side would be a room, a kitchen on one point, a library on another point, a guest bedroom ad then a small hallway leading out to the backyard that would look over the city. One the second floor, there would be three bedrooms. The master bedroom would have two French doors leading to a balcony over looking the patio and then the other two would be a guest room and something Will was concealing.

"And this one, this is going to be the kids bedroom. I want a boy and a girl," He smiled. Karen's was faltering.

"Cute." She said quickly. "Do you have these plans all drawn out?"

"It's in the closet." She told him. "Come on."

Will took her home the long way around. He continued to talk about the dream house he had in his head.

While he was excited about sharing his plans Karen was suddenly uncomfortable. Who knew how many people he had told about the house. Everything about it seemed so perfect and so right. For a moment she thought about what it would be like to live in that house with Will and then Stan's voice infiltrated her mind. And any blissful idea was gone.