Author's Note: Sorry for the extremely short chapter, I changed this chapter numerous times and I am still not that happy with it. But I have moved on to the latter parts and may come back to revise this one at another time.

Beep… beep… beep…

Under the mound of white hotel sheets a muffled groan escaped followed by some curses. Emilene's small hand violently felt around the bedside table trying to shut the alarm off.

Beep… beep… beep…

"Damn it! I heard you!" she mumbled as she threw off the sheets and turned off the alarm.

Today was the day she would be leaving Tom and going back to the States. Leaving Tom. She didn't like the sound of it, she thought of it more as saying, "See you later", but who knew when they would be able to see each other again?

A movement under the sheets dragged her away from her thoughts. She laid her head back down on her pillow and watched as the body rolled and faced her. His deep chocolate brown eyes were hopefully seeing dreams of wonder and fantasy. His lips were parted slightly and soft snores escaped them. His midnight black hair, woven into tight braids stayed in place under his black rag.

Her eyes trailed down to his chest and traced the contours of his defined muscles. She smiled again as she kept her gaze moving downwards, the lower half of his body hidden under the white sheets.

Last night, after dinner with the guys Tom came back with Emilene to help her pack. She was finding it difficult to leave Tom behind and collapsed on the floor once they entered her room.

Tom rushed to her side and placed his arms around her asking if she was ok. When she turned to face him he saw a tear stained face looking back at him. He didn't like seeing her this way; he didn't like knowing that she was fragile and upset. He took in several deep breaths and prepared himself for what he was going to say, the words starting to escape his lips when he felt her lips meet with his. He felt desire and sadness hidden in her kiss. When she pulled him closer the wanting was stronger and he knew he wouldn't be able to fight it.

Her smile slowly began to fade, she wouldn't be able to feel his soft touch, or how he held her close to him as there bodies melted together not being able to tell where one began and the other ended. Or how he pushed her hair away from her eyes when he told her he loved her in between their soft cries of pleasure. Their first night together was blissful but also left her wanting more. He told her that he loved her, but did she feel the same? Was she willing and able to open herself completely to him?

She sat up in bed and threw on Tom's white t-shirt that was lying off the bed. The scent of his cologne still lingered on the oversized shirt; Emilene placed her hands behind her lower back and stretched. As she was about to get up, Tom's hand grabbed her wrist.

"Please…"

She turned around to see Tom's sleepy face looking back at her. She pulled the sheets aside and climbed back next to him.