Rip lay in bed again thinking about her actions during the night. What was making her react this way? Rip had almost never felt sexual before, she had no clue what drew her to the reporter. She looked over at his sleeping form,
"I don't even know your name." She muttured softly. She spooned against him, huddling for the warmth that had long ago eluded her.
"I've lied to you you're not my first lover.…" The reported turned over to face her, he looked deep into her hurt crystalline blue eyes.
"What did you say? I didn't catch it."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"It's Bryan."
"Bryan, you're not my first lover, I've lied to you."
"Why?"
"I suppose it's because I didn't want to hurt you, and I wanted to forget."
'why would you want to forget your first lover?"
"He didn't love me. It was just sex, that's all it was. Unrequited love."
"Did you love him."
"No, I thought that I did, but I didn't."
"How long did it last?"
"Too long." Rip replied.
"Do you still have feelings for him?"
"no I don't. I don't love him."
"Do you love me?" he asked.
:I think that I do." She replied. She sat up and let the sheet fall. "How much of the interview do I have left?" she asked, getting up out of the bed and strutting naked into the bathroom for a bath.