Caroline felt her pulse speed up as Sidney's fingers moved from teasing pinches to heated caresses. His hands now kneaded at her sides and pinned beneath him, she could feel his arousal grow through the thin fabric of his shorts. She caught his gaze and saw while he was still smiling, his pupils had darkened and a hot flush appeared on his cheeks. She immediatel y felt the same feelings come over her and her loud laughs abruptly stopped and her breath became labored. Her chest which was once heaving with uncontaine d amusement was now rising and falling heavily with anticipati on as Sid's questing hands slid her t-shirt up and over her head. Still smiling, he bent over her and brushed his lips gently against hers. The taste of his mouth on hers and Caroline allowed herself to fall quickly into the lusty haze he so easily pulled her into. With no desire to rush this, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and brought him closer to her. Lazily she returned his kisses, the heat of his body keeping her warm. Sid held himself over her, his hands balancing his weight as his tongue languidly swirled with hers. Her tongue moved in that way that drove him crazy and he couldn't help but flex his hips up and against her, his growing arousal poking obscenely at the apex of her thighs. Instinctively, her legs spread. Her body creating a cradle for his lower half. He smiled into her mouth, as her hand curled around his neck and brought him even closer.

After a while though, Caroline could no longer wait. She wanted to feel his warm smooth skin against hers. Feel the hardness of his chest press up against her softness. Trying not to break their kiss, her hands came to the hem of his t-shirt and her fingers nimbly worked to pull off the offending garment. Reluctantly, Sidney pulled away from her and with one hand reach back behind him and pulled off the t-shirt in one swift motion. Caroline's eyes raked over the exposed skin unabashedly. Then smiling she pulled him back on top of her. The moment she felt his naked skin against hers, she was gone. She needed him inside her.

The rest of the clothes came off quickly. And without effort their bodies united. Caroline savored the feeling of Sidney's cock as it slid up and into her. She felt ever inch stretch and fill her, as she welcomed him easily. Sid began the thrust in and out, as his head buried into her neck. Spreading her legs up and out, she worked at bringing him deeper inside, as he was just starting to hit that spot in the most mind numbing way possible. Sid adapted well to the change and angled himself to reach further into her as his pubic bone hit her clitoris steadily. Caroline could barely handle it. Her arms curled around Sid's back and pulled him even closer. Feeling daring, her hands wandered down to the flexed muscles of his ass and she boldly clutched at the fullness of flesh that fascinated so many. Hands roaming freely, she felt his movements become erratic. A sign he was getting close. She felt her own familiar crest build and dug her nails into the hard but smooth cheeks as the stars exploded behind her eyelids and she called out her completion. Moments later Sid surged above her, his body arching against her and then the flood of liquid came, hard and hot, deep inside.

Sid slumped onto Caroline, his breath ragged. He couldn't tell her that the feeling of her nails, sharp and digging into his ass aroused him in a way he hadn't ever experienced. He was embarrassed at how much he'd liked it.

"You have a big butt," she said aloud and into the quiet of the room, the lights still on, the television flickering in the background. Sidney groaned into her neck but Caroline was too caught in post coital bliss to notice.

"It's very nice," she said almost in wonderment as she basked in the feeling of his heartbreak pressed up to hers, only now starting to slow.

Sid pressed his lips to her neck, then lifted himself up and off of her, collapsing next to her, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.

Caroline lazily looked over at him, his cheeks were bright and she could tell it wasnt just from exertion.

"You're blushing," she exclaimed as if she couldn't believe it.

"Care," he started but then stopped, his nickname for her hanging in the air. He didn't really know what to say. All his life he'd been ripped on by teammates for his unusually large posterior. Girlfriends and bed partners would whisper dirty things in his ear about it, as they grabbed at him lewdly. Truth be told he was a little self conscious, although at this point it was silly because there was really nothing he could do about it. Caroline had been a little more tactful about it, strangely enough nearly six months into the relationship was the first it had come up.

She turned towards him and pulled herself up on her elbow, her hand cradling the side of her head and scrutinized him, although her cheeks were equally pink. "You're not embarrassed are you?" she asked incredulously.

Sid slung his arm across his face as he felt the heat increase. This was so stupid.

"Sid, you are!" Caroline leaned forward, inspecting his face and pressing her fingers up against his heated skin. "You do realize people worship your tush." She said smiling. "There are fan clubs dedicated to it. Believe me, I've heard all about it." She made a face.

'Cut it out," he mumbled although he made no effort to move away.

"Dont be embarrassed," she said softly, gently pulling his arm away.

He looked at her, her face was soft, a playful smile on her lips. She kept his steady gaze, then her eyes dropped and raked over his naked form. He watched her. Flat on his back, completely exposed. He watched as her eyes darkened and the playful smile changed, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth, ogling him obviously.

"Stand up," her voice was thick.

He wasn't sure he heard her right.

Caroline's gaze flickered to his. "Stand up, please."

He didn't answer, but did as she asked, crawling out of bed and standing there, nude, looking down at her. Caroline scooted up onto her knees and shimmied toward him, falling back on her haunches.

"Turn around," she said looking up at him, the playful smile back, her cheeks fuchsia.

He turned around.

A moment later he felt her lips brushing at the base of his spine. She trailed kisses all along the smooth skin as her hands grasped his hips.

He stood stock still, his mind blank.

She spoke between kisses, her voice a light puff against his skin. "You shouldnt be embarrassed." Kiss. "Of anything." Kiss. "Not with me." Kiss. "Not ever."

Her hands ran freely over the bulbous flesh. She pressed her lips to one cheek, then the other. "I love every inch of you. And this, is one of my favorite parts."

She rocked up onto her knees and brought her arms around him, and leaned her cheek against his back. "I think I should be the president of the fan club." She mused. "It's only right."

She felt him shake with laughter. His hands covering her interlocked fingers.

"Can I turn around now?" Sid asked, his voice low.

"Yes."

He turned and his erection stood hard and proud in front of her. Caroline looked up at Sid, her eyes sparkling. "I guess you don't mind anymore?"

He shook his head silently. A smile growing on his face.

"And you're not embarrassed?" It had been an intimate moment, a little strange, maybe a bit goofy, but just something between them. Something that no one would ever know. It was the goofy couple stuff that made up for the constant absence, the missed opportunities to be a couple in the traditional sense.

The smile grew, "Not with you."

Caroline's smile matched his, "Good. Now get over here and fuck me."

And he did just that.

For an off day, the Consol was buzzing when Sid arrived. The long list of injured were getting rehabbed while other guys were using the free time to watch over tape or do some light workouts. In the playoffs, there really were no off days. Sid checked in with Dan. The roster had shrunk considerably and Dan and his coaching staff were coming up with some creative strategies to help the team close out the series on Sunday. Sid had a few hours to kill as it was only two and he was due in the locker room at four to meet the make a wish family. He'd sign a few things, make some awkward small talk and pose for some pictures, then he would hit the ice for a quick shoot around. He had it scheduled down to the minute. An hour on the ice and he'd still have 45 minutes to shower, change and get to Caroline's dinner.

She'd been so excited this morning. Waking up early, she'd bounced around the condo, getting ready and confirming everything with him. She must have asked six times if he knew where the hotel was. Finally she'd left, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips, her eyes sparkling and told him she'd see him tonight.

Before he knew it, 4 o'clock had rolled around and Sid made his way over to the locker room. The room was empty with the exception of a somewhat flustered Cameron, sitting in one of the cubbies, furiously typing away on her phone. She looked up at him with a panic and Sid knew something wasn't right.

"We have a slight issue," she said straight off the bat. Her heavily mascaraed eyes bore into his, as she bit at her ruby red lips.

"What?" Sid said sharply. He had no time for this. Everything had to run smoothly. There was no room for error. These people couldn't be late.

"It appears there was a mix up." Cameron looked at Sid cautiously. Maybe they had the wrong day. He could deal with that.

"What kind of mix up?" he asked warily.

"Well, I was just looking over my emails and turns out the Meyers family is coming at six, not four. An intern made the error, I just found out." Cameron's voice wavered a bit, as if she was afraid of his response.

"You're joking." Sid said hollowly. This was not happening. He couldn't sit around for the next two hours. Not when everything was so meticulously planned.

"I'm really sorry Sid. I called the family. They are on their way, but the earliest they could get here is 5:30."

"We have to cancel it," his voice was firm.

A look of shock came over Cameron's face. "What?"

"I have plans at six. Tell them I'm sorry, give them anything they want, but I can't stay."

"Sid, you know I cant do that," Cameron replied. "They are on their way; this kid is dying. This is PR gold. You need this." Cameron was in spin mode.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Text me, call me?" his voice was accusing. Pissed.

Cameron looked unfazed, "I did, a few times, you didn't answer." She didn't miss a beat.

Sid pulled out his phone. Sure enough there were 3 missed calls from the Consol number he recognized. There was also a text from Caroline. Cant wait for tonight. 3

Sid closed his eyes and counted to three. Rubbing at the back of his neck he sighed and opened his eyes. "Fine. I'll be here at six, but cancel the shoot around. Make something up, insurance problems or ice issues. I can give him 45 minutes tops. That's it, take it or leave it."

Cameron plastered on the fake smile. "Ok, no problem Sid." And quickly made her exit.

He felt so tired all of a sudden.

He sat down and stared at Caroline's message. He should text her and let her know he'd just maybe be a little later than he thought, but then dismissed the idea. She didn't need to know the tweaks he was making. He'd be there and that was all that mattered.

Deliah picked her up. Caroline had to admit she'd been a little heartbroken when Sid told her that he'd be meeting her at the hotel. She was looking forward to him picking her up, they walking in together. It was silly but to show him off to all her coworkers had been something she was looking forward to just as much as the award ceremony itself. But she would roll with the punches. That's just what she had to do. Nevertheless, a thrill shot through her, as she and her friend and colleague walked into the party room of the Omni William Penn hotel. It looked great. The room was draped in the school colors purple, black and white. Big poster sized images of the school sat on easels up at the front of the room, where a podium sat. Artwork of the students framed the room and light jazz filled the room. People buzzed about, servers bringing appetizers on trays, a bar set up in the corner, where administrators gathered in excited conversation. It wasn't long until she was surrounded by colleagues and the night got underway. She wore a simple black dress with a purple pashmina, her hair up in a strategically mused up bun. Shortly after mingling with everyone and explaining the absence of her boyfriend with a half hearted smile, she took her place at the table. Settling in, she looked at her phone. 7:15. Not that late yet. She looked nervously around the room, as servers started to mull around the room with giant trays of salad balanced on their shoulders.

Mr. Dixon and his wife sat down at Caroline's table and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Is your boyfriend able to make it?" Mrs. Dixon asked kindly.

Caroline nodded over enthusiastically, "Yes, he had a schedule conflict but he will be here any minute."

"Oh good, I am so excited to meet him. Lamar says he's a wonderful man. Has done so much for the school and the city too."

Caroline just smiled, "Yes, he's been very supportive."

Mrs. Dixon returned the smile, then started up a conversation with the vice-principal's wife.

Caroline perused the program for the evening's events. Lots of people making speeches, then the presentation of the check and also another award, something that Caroline didn't recognize. Deliah slid into the seat next to her and Caroline looked up. "Dont worry," teased Deliah, "I'll move when Mr. Superstar arrives."

Caroline gave her friend a look, then pointed to the program. "Hey, do you know what this last presentation is?"

All the program said was International Fellowship Award.

Deliah furrowed her brow, "Nope."

"It's suposed to be a surprise," a voice chimed in from behind her.

Caroline turned to see Pete standing behind her. He looked very spiffy in a fitted grey suit with a white shirt and striped tie. His sandy brown hair was messily arranged and he was clean shaven. Moving around, he took a seat next to Deliah and continued.

"Evidently, a portion of the grant money is going to be used to send one person overseas to Madrid for eight weeks this summer, so that they can learn about the culture first hand, then bring it back to Garfield to share with the school. I guess the superintendent is picking the teacher and no one knows who is going to get it."

Pete and Deliah exchanged a knowing look, then the art teacher turned to Caroline with a grin, "It's going to be you, Caroline, I know it is. You worked so hard for this grant and you would be the perfect choice."

A swarm of butterflies churned in Caroline's stomach. This was indeed a surprise, she couldn't even wrap her mind around the idea. What is she got it? What would happen? Sid was busy all summer anyway, but could she stand to be gone for so long? Apart for eight weeks was almost half of their relationship so far. She didn't want to get ahead of herself. There were so many other people she could imagine that deserved the award. But it was at the same time so exciting. Caroline continued to chat animatedly with her friends about the program and the awards, along with people watching all the who's whos of Pittsburgh. Not a moment later her phone buzzed, seeing the ID she smiled and answered.

"Hey, are you on your way?"

Sid knew the minute Kyle Griffin and his family walked into the Pens locker room at 6:15 that he was going to miss Caroline's dinner, although he refused to admit it. The family had called Cameron, apologizing profusely that they would be late. Traffic into Pittsburgh that night had been terrible and they had spent almost an hour stuck on I-376. Walking into the Consol, Kyle had his gear bag slung over a shoulder, while his mother, stepfather and little sister bounced in behind him. Kyle had lost all his hair, even his eyebrows, but he wore the Penguins hat snug on his bald head. He sported a worn Crosby jersey and a pair of black track pants. He also wore a wide smile, his colorless and dry lips stretched over his gnarled teeth. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes and Sid could tell he was rail thin. But the kid looked like he didn't have a care in the world as soon as he saw his idol. Sid hadn't given up hope. There was still a chance they could spend some time together and he'd still make it to the hotel. After chatting with the family, he set off showing Kyle and his family around, with Cameron one step behind them.

When 7:30 came and the group found themselves back in the locker room, Kyle looked at his gear bag, ready to take the ice.

Cameron gave Sid a look and cleared her throat, "I'm sorry, there are a few insurance issues that came up today with the team lawyers and we aren't going to be able to do the shoot around." Her voice was sympathetic but still held an air of professional distance.

Sid watched Kyle's face, as much as he didn't want to. For a moment the teenager looked crestfallen, then his face cleared and he shrugged his thin shoulders, "Ok, I understand."

He couldn't do it. No matter how much Caroline would hate him for this. He just couldn't do it.

"You know what?" Sid said, looking from Cameron to Kyle, "Forget the lawyers, we'll be ok, just promise no pucks to my face."

The brilliance of Kyle's smile made it almost all ok. "Ok, yeah of course, no problem Sid!" Kyle looked excitedly at him mom and who returned the smile and the whole family looked like it was Christmas morning.

Sid smiled back and told the family he'd be right back.

He had a call to make.

"What do you mean you can't make it?" Caroline didn't even try to lower her voice. Everyone at the table looked at her, concern on their faces.

He was talking but she wasn't listening. Excusing herself, she walked out of the room and into the hallway, looking for privacy.

"I'm so sorry, Care."

She stood dumbly huddled in a corner piecing together the words. "I thought it was earlier."

"There was a mix up in times and then the family got stuck in traffic. This kid, Care, he's amazing. I thought I could cut it short but I just can't. He's depending on me."

"I'm depending on you. You promised," her voice was shaky.

"I know, I feel awful. You have every right to be upset. But please try to understand. I would be there if I could."

Caroline didn't want to understand. She didn't want to be upset. She wanted him here, now. It wasn't too much to ask. He promised. The sting at the corner of her eyes threatened but a new feeling emerged. Anger. Resentment. Exhaustion.

"It's always going to be like this isn't it?" she asked softly. Not needing an answer.

Sid sighed heavily into the phone. "I have obligations. I wish it was different but it's not."

Just last night she'd felt closer to him than anyone in her entire life. Now she felt like there were miles between them.

She didn't say anything.

"You understood last night," he said pathetically.

Caroline scoffed. "Yeah, that was when you were still coming. I told everyone you'd be here. There's this thing…" She trailed off, she didn't know how to continue. All of a sudden she didn't want to be there and she hated him for feeling that way.

"Listen, I gotta go," her voice was hard. She just didn't want to talk anymore.

"Care, I can come over after. You can tell me all about it." His voice was soft and laced with regret.

"No, that's ok."

"Care."

"I have to go."

"I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Fine."

"Care."

"Bye, Sid."

Caroline ended the call and brought her hand up to brush away the tears, but there weren't any. The disappointment coursed through her veins, but in a way she was numb. It was too good to be true. She was a fool to think this would work. Catching him here and there, that was their life. Don't get too excited for anything, because it probably won't work out. She thought about all the important occasions in their lives that would be missed. She'd been so used to being alone that she would take whatever she could get. But now she wondered if that was enough. When she was alone she didn't have to constantly be disappointed.

She felt hollow.

She needed a drink.

She had a pretty heavy buzz by the time they presented the check to the committee. With crimson cheeks and a wide smile she held onto the giant check and posed for pictures.

After his call she'd returned to the table, grabbed the glass of wine at her place and took a big gulp.

"Sidney can't make it," she said tonelessly, then took a second gulp.

The table looked at her with pity on their face and Caroline wanted to disappear. She felt like such an idiot. The way she'd asked everyone to be on their best behavior, the way she'd gone on and on. She was mortified. Half these people probably didn't even think he was her boyfriend. Maybe she was some deranged girl who thought she was in a relationship with the captain of hottest team in town. They felt sorry for her. Poor Caroline.

Downing the rest of her glass, she ordered another one and plastered on the smile. The one Sid had taught her.

Now here she was a little over an hour later, her big moment and there was no one there to see it. She hadn't even invited her family.

The committee took their seats and Caroline reached for her glass. Deliah who never left her side, gently put her hand on Caroline's arm. Caroline hated the way she was looking at her, but pulled back on her reach. She sat there, her mind swimming, as her thoughts became jumbled and fuzzy.

Then everyone was looking at her. Only this time it wasn't with looks of pity, but they were smiling and clapping. Caroline looked around confused.

Deliah smiled widely, "You won, the award. Caroline, you won!"

Caroline found herself coming back to earth. Her mind cleared and she stood up. She walked towards the podium, looking around at all the people in the room. They were standing too. Clapping. She'd won the Fellowship award. She was going to Spain.

It was all a blur. Shaking hands, holding an envelope, looking at the people before her. Talking, she was talking. Was she making sense? Sort of. Walking back to her seat. Everyone still smiling. Faces everywhere and she wanted to just see one. And he wasn't there.

Turning to her friends, she simply said, "Let's celebrate!"

They went to South Side, because that's where everyone went when you were celebrating something. A whole group from the dinner, teachers, significant others. Friends met up and it was a full on party.

They hopped from bar to bar. Taking shots, dancing. Everyone talking, laughing, having a good time. Caroline pushed all thoughts of Sid from her mind and let herself just fall into it all.

By the third bar, she was a hot mess. Completely drunk now, she writhed on the dance floor with the other girls, while the men stood on the side, downing beers and whisky shots, hooting and hollering, cheering them on. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her hair had fallen from the bun and was loose and wild around her face. Her pashmina and heels gone. Now it was just flashing lights and heavy bass. Pumping all around her. It was beginning to become an assault on her senses. Feeling dizzy, Caroline stumbled from the dance floor and towards the bar. She needed a drink.

Three guys sat around the bar when she approached. They were in some sort of deep discussion and Caroline couldn't help but stare and she leaned heavily on the bar top waiting for the bartender to see her and bring another vodka and soda.

One of them caught her eye and gave a lecherous smile. Quickly she looked forward. But it was too late. The guys, who couldn't have been out of college took great interest in the drunk Caroline.

"Hey," the one with shaggy blond hair said to her, a Corona in his hand. He wore a button down shirt…preppy.

"Hey," she gave a shy smile and ran her hand through her hair.

He looked at his friends, then back at Caroline.

"I know you from somewhere don't I?" the guy asked.

His face was blurry and it looked like he had a twin.

"I don't know, maybe," she purred.

What was she thinking, these guys were nice.

Blond guy leaned towards her, his elbow resting on the bar, his head cocked sideways like he was trying to place her.

"Where do I know you," he mused looking her up and down. Then his face lit up and he knew.

"You're…" he was a loss for words.

"Go Pens." she said weakly, making a fist and lightly pumping it in the air.

They had lots of questions for her. All she tried to answer, but they were talking so fast. Then they were all laughing. Or maybe not. She wasn't laughing, she was confused. They were laughing. Were they laughing at her? It didn't make sense.

So they did a shot together, jäger. So college.

She'd forgotten about her group, her new friends were so interested in her, showering her with compliments and asking about the Penguins.

Then it changed. The other guys were gone. It was just her and blond guy. He was standing close. Too close. His hand was on her bare arm. He was stroking her arm and Caroline couldn't piece anything together. He was leaning closer and closer.

Then he was gone.

There was shouting, loud voices. Then a new hand on her arm, pulling her away. Asking her what she thought she was doing. Dragging her away. She looked up at the owner of the arm and saw a serious looking Pete. His jacket gone, his tie loose and the top button of his shirt undone.

"What were you doing?" he was in her face. Angry.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice slurred.

"Those guys were bad news."

"They were nice. They were my friends." she replied, shaking his hand off.

"Caroline, they weren't nice. They were assholes. That guy, he was going to do something."

Caroline blew a raspberry, "Please. No he wasn't. I'm like 60 years older than him."

Pete looked at her critically. "You're wasted. Here, let me take you home."

"No!" Caroline exclaimed. She wasn't ready to go. "We're having fun, c'mon, let's do a shot."

Pete kept his serious face on, "No, I'm DD and I'm taking you home. Its been fun, it's the end of the line for you."

Caroline felt a wave of dizziness come over her and suddenly her bed seemed like a very good idea.

Brushing her hair back, Caroline nodded. "Ok, Petey. Let me just say goodbye to my ladies."

Twenty minutes later after many drunken goodbyes, I love yous and hugs, Caroline took her purse from Deliah, grabbed her shoes and pashmina and followed Pete out of the bar.

It was cold and she shivered, April in Pittsburgh was still nearly winter.

"Here," Pete said, placing his coat over her shoulders and led her to his car.

The drive home, Caroline chattered on and on about the evening. Winning the award, the celebration over, how much everyone meant to her. It was no time before they were in front of her house and Pete pulled into the driveway. A small part of Caroline thought that Sid might be there. That he wouldn't have listened to her and come anyway, waiting for her, telling her how sorry he was and promising to do everything he could to make it up to her. But instead only her car sat in the driveway and her house was dark. Pete put the car in park and turned off the engine.

"Do you need help getting inside?" he asked.

Everything swam in front of Caroline. Pete was such a good guy she thought. Such a good friend. He needed to know that.

Lolling her head to the side, Caroline smiled goofily at Pete. "You're a good friend Pete."

He smiled, "Thanks drunk Caroline, you're a good friend too."

She grinned even wider and just stared at Pete. How different things had been a year ago. She'd had such a crush on him. Happy to admire him from afar while she fantasized about him liking her back. And now it was just so different.

"I like you so much." she slurred.

"I like you too, Caroline, but you need to go to sleep." Pete started to undo his seatbelt, but Caroline reached out and stopped him.

"You're just such a good person," she told him, so certain he needed to know that. He'd been so proud of her when she'd won the award, he'd told her so. Clapping and smiling. There to cheer her on for her accomplishment.

Pete just smiled.

"I had such a huge crush on you last year." Caroline blurted out. ""I didn't tell you, because I knew you wouldn't like me back, but I did."

Then she wasn't sure what happened. One second she was blabbering on and on, the next second his mouth was on hers. His lips moving gently across hers, his hand possessively on her neck. For two seconds she didn't do anything. Just let him kiss her. Then her senses took over and she shoved him away. Pete fell back easily and Caroline stared at him with wide eyes. It was dark in his car, but the street lights cast a glow inside and she could see equally wide eyes and his swollen lips.

Suddenly she couldn't get out of there fast enough. Her hands fumbled with the seat belt, struggling to release it.

"Caroline, I'm so sorry." Pete's voice was soft.

"I gotta…" she couldn't finish her sentence. She just knew she had to get out there. Finally the seatbelt came loose and she grabbed her things and pushed the passenger door open, the cold rushing into the car.

"Caroline, wait."

But it was too late, she out of the car and up the walk, still drunk, but the reality of what just happened crashing over her.

In seconds she was in her house, pushing the door closed and locking it, as if she were afraid Pete would follow her in. She leaned back against the door, her chest heaving, taking in gulps of air. In the distance, she heard Pete's car start and pull out of the driveway.

Two seconds.

For two seconds he'd kissed her.

For two seconds she'd let him.

And in two seconds the tears came, fast and hard. She slid down the door and onto the floor. She pulled her knees into her and dropped her head, the sobs now wracking her body.

In two seconds, everything had changed. In two seconds, she had ruined everything.

And Caroline just cried.

***Author's note: So I'm back. All moved and somewhat settled in. Haven't had a spare second for weeks but was determined to get this chapter done and posted today. So please don't hate me for what has happened here. I hope no one thinks I did this because I've had some people say this story is moving too slow or is boring. This chapter has been planned since January and I've finally gotten to this point in the story for it. Drama will ensue and I will be sure to carve out time to keep this story moving. Things will also be moving along faster in the story, so I hope you will stick with me through it all. And even though its a little goofy I had to put the ass worship scene in. I mean that thing is legendary.***