By the time she got to the third button, Myles entire body was trembling. Looking into his eyes, she stopped what she was doing, and laid her hands on his chest. "I will stop now if you want me to." His blue eyes showed a fear that she had never seen from him before.

"You have to see them." His voice was so low she could barely hear it. With her hand on his chest, she could feel his heart beating hard and fast. Before moving her hand, she placed a light kiss on his cheek.

"I am not going anywhere." Hoping to show him that what was underneath that shirt was not going to scare her, she found the next button. Bit by bit she opened his shirt, and then slid it off his shoulders. The sleeveless undershirt hid much of his chest, but she saw the burns that ran over the entire length of his right arm. Touching them softly, tears pooled in her eyes. "Do they still hurt?"

"No. It feels different than the other arm, but it is not painful now." His eyes were trained on her as he spoke. They seemed to be asking the question that he would not voice.

Before answering, she moved her hands to the bottom of his t shirt, and began pulling it up. As he lifted his arms to allow her to remove it, she thought about how intimate this all seemed. She had never felt this close to anyone besides Bobby, and she was not sure that they had even shared anything that brought the kind of emotions to the surface that this act did.

After she set his shirt down beside them, she allowed her hands to move across his bare chest. Taking in the severity of what had happened that day. Knowing that burns are intensely painful, she could not imagine the amount of torture he must have gone through. Her heart felt like it was torn in two, as she imagined what he must have suffered. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lifted her head to look into his eyes once more. No words were exchanged. Instead, she did the only thing she could think to do. Wrapping her arms around his neck,she kissed him passionately. Showing him the only way she knew how that she was not turned off by these wounds.

Their tears mingled together as they continued kissing for some time. Finally, he pulled away. "Tara, there is one more thing you haven't seen." Putting his finger up, he let her know to wait there for a minute. He walked towards his bedroom and then came back. He had changed into a pair of shorts, and he had replaced his shirt. Sitting beside her again, he looked down at his leg. Tara immediately moved her hand to the place where the prosthesis met what was left of his natural leg, slightly above his knee. Placing his hand over hers, she felt him tremble slightly. Finally, he began to unstrap the attachment. When he finally pulled it off, Tara had to keep herself from gasping. It was hard looking at it for the first time. Realizing all that he had been through. Desiring to show him that this would change nothing, she placed her hand on the stump of his leg.

"Thank you for trusting me Myles. For showing me." It was all she could say, but she meant it. She needed him to know that she loved him no matter. As this thought rattled around in her mind, she wondered at that. She loved him. As sure as she loved Bobby, she loved Myles Leland the Third. Before she had time to voice it, he placed a gently kiss on her lips.

"Tara, I love you."

"I love you too."

Feeling complete, she cuddled up next to him, as they sat back on the couch. Not much was said, but the silence was comfortable. Slowly the emotions of all that had transpired began to cause Tara to become extremely tired. "I better go. We are going to stay in the hotel across the street."

"Please stay here. You and Samuel can have the guest room. I will be a gentleman, and we will have every waking moment together." His pleading and her desire not to leave, over rode her good judgment.

'Ok, but I warn you. I don't know if I will be able to leave at the end of the weekend." She smiled up at him, only half joking.

"You can stay here forever." As he leaned in to kiss her again, she knew that she would like nothing better than to stay here, in his arms, forever.