Sorry if it took time.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and the light burned at my eyes. The house seemed dead. Nothing could be heard. In a way, it scared me. Then again, after what I had just been through, it's understandable. I stretched out my muscles, my body finally feeling better. I removed the covers and hobbled into the bathroom to take a shower and do my business. I was just doing my teeth, wrapped in a towel with my hair flowing down my shoulders when I just thought of something. The other day I couldn't even move a finger, and I have just went for a shower, went to the toilet and started doing my teeth.

A huge smile spread across my face and I spat out the toothpaste. I let out a long squeal of happiness before jumping round the room. I was stopped though by Dave running through the door to the bathroom. I stopped what I was doing and went to grip my towel. Dave stopped in the door way and covered his eyes.

'Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…' He said stuttering.

'Shut up and get out!' I said leaning against the marble sides.

'What?' He asked me removing his hands before quickly putting them back.

'Get out'

'What did you say just then?'

'GET OUT NOW!' I screamed at him.

I don't think I've ever seen something so funny in my life. Dave ran out the door so fast he was tripping over his own feet. If I wasn't mad at him about running in on me, half naked in a towel, then it would be hilariously funny.

I walked back into my bedroom to find Dave sat down on the bed with his head in his hands. I walked towards him. When he looked up he didn't have time to say anything as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. I don't think he was expecting that as he was as tense and stiff as a board. After getting use to the hug I was giving him he wrapped his arms around me securely.

'I am so sorry. I f I'd have known I wouldn't have left you here alone, I'm so sorry.' Dave said into my hair and parts of my neck. I f he knew what he was doing to me, hopefully he would stop and stay away from me for a seriously long time.

I had butterflies in my stomach, my nose was filled with his scent and I had an aching for him. He lifted me into his lap and continued to hug me tightly. Please don't make him go all soft on me. I really don't need that.

'It doesn't matter now, I'm over it.' I said sighing into him.

W e stayed that way for a long time. It may seem a bit weird that two people who hardly know each other would be acting like this around each other, but I really didn't give a damn. The sexual tension was always there, and that was enough to power our relationship or whatever it was we had. I was so wrapped up in him that the position we were in was oblivious to us. I was straddling his lap while I had my arms securely around his neck and his arms were around my waist. I pulled away and slightly blushed which he smirked at. His eyes went musky and passion filled as he moved his face towards mine. One arm moved up my back and to the back of my neck and into my hair, pulling me towards him. His lips finally kissed mine, almost like a whisper. It was that light. There was a spark that both of us felt, and the kiss became more passionate and longing. His tong ran across my bottom lip, begging for entry, something that I didn't hesitate to give. His tong was skilled, and willing to get what it wanted and that was to feel every corner of my mouth. He lifted me up, turned us around and placed me on the bed before climbing back on top of me to claim my lips once again. His hands ran under my towel and over my stomach before cupping my breasts in his hand. He missed the one thing where I needed him most and I was squirming beneath him as he pinched my nipples. No matter how much I was enjoying this, it was wrong. I was sleeping with the boss. Something I had never done before and something I don't intend to start doing. I put my hand against his firm chest and pushed him away till our lips separated and I could look into his eyes. Wrong idea. He could get anything that he wanted if he continued looking at me like that. His breathing was rough and his lips were slightly swollen from the kisses. A few beads of sweat had begun to gather on his eyebrows and the hairs of his goatee were going all sorts of ways.

He wasn't happy that I had pulled away as his head was constantly lowering back down to mine, but he never quite got there as I was moving my head away from him. He gave up on going for my lips and went for my neck instead. Nuzzling it, licking and nipping it in different spots to see whether I would give up if he found my spot. Damn him! I have to be most sensitive on my neck and this guy should of took up a career in the damn thing.

I finally got away from him and simply said 'I'm sorry' while nodding my head at him.

He understood and walked out the door, not forgetting to kiss me on the cheek. That was the thing I loved about Dave. He would always do what you told him, even if he didn't agree with it. Well, most of the time anyway. He was the silent one, and shown his feelings through his appearance or in his eyes.

By turning Dave down, I knew it was the right thing, but then why did it feel so wrong?