When Marshall died, he brought the original tapes to her. He could have given them to her later, but he needed to see her. He wasn't going to kid himself. He found her sitting outside, holding a fishbowl with her dead fish in it. He could barely tell her what had happened, but when he did, she did just the right thing. She put down the bowl, and she hugged him tight. Even though he was really sad, he savored how amazing it felt.
He was surprised to hear that she didn't think she knew him. She did. She knew everything that was important. This time, when she turned to him for a kiss, he didn't turn away. He waited. He let her meet him halfway – he didn't want her to feel pressured in any way.
The kiss was like nothing he had ever experienced. Words escaped him. And it turned into more kisses, equally intoxicating, but increasingly urgent. He remembered them stumbling upstairs, dizzy from lust and that other feeling, like he'd been hypnotized.
When the phone rang and it was Ray J calling from the police station, he saw her face freeze in terror, and he knew she was dealing with something that had wrenched the moment from them. And it turned out to be pretty bad – the kid had thousands of dollars in pot plants in his car. Ray Jay's dad had called in every favor to keep him out of jail.