A/N: thanks for all the amazing reviews!! *blushes* This came out of the blue,while I was in a very boring class,so I really really appreciate all those kind words.I have no idea how old Libson really is so I'm just guessing is kinda is kinda odd to me since is the first time I write something like this,I mean...you know what I mean! I picture it in my head but somehow writing it doesn't seem quite the same ,that didn't sound good either *lol*

btw,don't you just looove Patrick's car? damn! I'm in love with it .soo pretty! oh I'm pretty aware at how short this is and I apologize,I could not make it any longer afraid it might get boring at some point.

ENJOY!

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I'm dumbfounded. He dedicated a beautiful song to me. To me? Why? I don't get it. Is this his way of telling me he loves me? Or that he has some feelings for me? Or is he playing tricks again. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, totally and completely shocked. Nobody has ever done something like this for me, not in my thirty-two years of life.

"Jane, I don't know what to say..." I confess, my eyes fixed on his handsome face.

My heart pounds expeditiously inside my chest, making me feel as if it will burst forth at any moment. I don't know how to respond to such a sweet confession, as unexpected as it is.

"You don't have to say anything, really" he says, "it's nothing."

But it is something; it's too much. Too much for me to handle as my mind is working overtime, in an attempt to process this influx of sudden one moment I was tired, ready to drop at the earliest opportunity, and the next, I am hearing Patrick Jane dedicate a sweet song to me. That is definitely something!

Suddenly, and being the only physical response I could process; I unfasten my seat belt and move closer to him, doing the only thing my rational mind could let me do; Kiss his cheek. My hand completely lost on the blond curls at the back of his head, my lips very close to his mouth.

I feel him catching his breath at this sudden intimacy; totally surprised at by my reaction and all of a sudden the car stops. We look at each other for a few seconds and the desire written on his eyes is reflected on my face as well. It seemed we've been waiting for this moment of solitude for months, ever since our feelings became too obvious for us to ignore.

It s too much love inside for us to bear...for me to bear.

Then he kisses me, full on the lips. Without warning, without a single word, he captures my lips with his. What I thought would be a sweet kiss, turned passionate in a matter of seconds. It was as if we just couldn't get enough of each other, each touch meant something different, no words needed. The undeniable passion impossible to control.

I move to his lap quickly, almost desperately. The steering wheel presses against my back. His hand moved underneath my shirt and I slowly caress his chest as my hands make their way around his neck.I could feel him; feel him pressing intimately against me, and I was surpised at how much we both wanted this; wanted each other.I played with his curls once more as our mouths collided against each other once more. I let out a husky moan as his hands gently grasp my hips.

"I want you..." I whispered in his ear, while he trails soft kisses along my neck, desire taking over me.

He tenderly looks at me as his thumbs caress my lips, softly, tantilizingly, with a feather-like touch. My eyes drift shut at the intimacy of the situation and he smiles.

"I love you..." he whispers and I can't help but smile at his words. "I love you too" Soon, I figure out that the back seat of his car was more comfortable than I ever thought.

THE END!

Should I write a third (and final) chapter? yes or no? and most importantly,did you like it? hate it? I know,too many questions.A review would be nice!