Hey guys. So I have a few reviews but overall I look slightly lame.

I'm not sure if no one likes it or not so I'm going to shorten the chapters a tad just incase I'm wasting my time.

Do let me know if you like it though and want me to continue. : )

Sorry about the length of this one! It will improve!

Few words were said between Luke and Lorelai as he and Nicole left. Truth be told, each couldn't summon the courage to say a lot.

Lorelai's head was a whirlwind…flashes of skin, tables edges, hands grasping, roaming, touching. Oh man, the touching. It sent shivers up her spine.

Chris wrapped his arms around Lorelai as she finished cleaning the dishes from the ice cream. Lorelai's body stiffened involuntarily, and she tried to relax each muscle one by one.

"Hey, you have a good time?" Chris asked from behind her, his arms still snaked around her stomach.

"Uh yeah fabulous time, you and Nicole seemed to hit it off" Lorelai stated.

"Yeah she's very nice, very interesting job"

Lorelai rolled her eyes at that, she couldn't think or a more boring job and person really. But Chris didn't need to hear about her dislike of the woman.

Chris started kissing and nibbling her neck slowly, and again Lorelai couldn't help but stiffen. His face was too smooth, his mouth too wet, the pressure just wasn't what she wanted or needed. Luke had a roughness about him. A rugged, deeply arousing roughness. And now that she had experienced that first hand, she couldn't seem to appreciate anything else.

"Ah hun, I'm going to head up to bed. I'm beat. You heading home?" Lorelai asked slipping out from his arms heading to the lounge room.

"Ah, yeah… I guess." Chris stuttered, annoyed about her lack of interest of being intimate tonight.

Chris walked over and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grasping her hips, trying to coax her into changing her mind.

Lorelai kissed him for a few seconds before forcefully pulling away. "Night Chris."

"Good night Lor."

She watched him leave, standing at the foot of the stairs, sighing to herself. This was messy. She and Luke had cheated. And as much as she enjoyed it, it was still cheating.

She couldn't make herself feel badly though for too long, because memories and feelings of their encounter kept replaying in her mind and it had been oh so good.

They'd have to figure out what happened though. Figure out what to do. And they really couldn't let it happen again. She couldn't hurt Rory like that. She couldn't hurt herself. She didn't want to stop too long on the lingering thought that she probably wouldn't be too overcome with grief.

She did love Chris, but it was a teenage love. A teenager who was finding herself and managed to find someone else to ride along that trip with her.

But it didn't seem to be enough. He was a friend, who she shared a child with. They had a connection through Rory and they always would. But every time they got close to being together, something happened, something felt off, not right. Even now, when they had been dating for a few weeks, the feelings one should be feeling, the excitement, contentment, safety, love for that someone, wasn't there.

And like she told Rory, she would probably always love her dad, but would that be enough? Was it the strong, unyielding, heart stopping love she craved and wanted?

She didn't even know what she really felt for Luke… they were best friends, who had now stepped over that line in a big way. And it happened in a very complicated, messy way. Yeah she enjoyed it, but she knew he probably regretted it and wished it hadn't happened. It was so anti-Luke personality what had happened. He let his guard down, and she too, and now they would have to face the music of their actions.

Luke didn't love her. He couldn't. She had cheated on her boyfriend. Yes with Luke, but how can anyone love someone who does that?

Luke respected her and trusted her, their relationship was built on that foundation, but all that was ripped away, and she felt naked and cold at the thought.

She felt herself tear up at the notion that she had ruined her friendship with Luke, her best friend, her solace, the one person she went to in the good times and the bad. She couldn't lose that. It was like oxygen. All of her being needed it to survive.

She curled up on her bed clutching her pillow and let the tears fall down her face, and fell into a restless sleep, praying that dawn bring some light to her.