I barely sleep. I keep fading in and out because I'm afraid that if I fall asleep completely, that he will be gone when I open my eyes. If I went into the fear landscape now, my main fear would be the fear of losing him again. I don't know if I could do it if I lose him. That may make me sound weak, but it's the truth. It's how I feel what I know to be true. My head is resting on his chest and I can hear him breathing. It's slow and steady and his heartbeat is soothing to my ears. He shifts beneath me and wraps his arms around me and I let out a sigh against his chest, my breathing slowing and starting to match his. I feel his lips brush against my skin and I look up at him. He's staring down at me like he can't believe I'm real. I understand the feeling. I can't believe he's real either.

"You okay?" I ask him, my voice coming out in a whisper. I didn't want to break the silence of the room, of the moment, but I couldn't stop myself.

"Yeah," he whispers back, smiling down at me. "Better than okay. Did you sleep?"

I shake my head. "My nerves are jittery...I can't fall asleep." Partially true. "Plus, I'm afraid that if I close my eyes for too long, that you're going to disappear."

"Hey," he says his hands enclosing my arms and pulling me up so that our faces are right next to each others. We are breathing the same air and mine locks in my throat as he stares at me with those deep set eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"

I swallow and manage to breathe. I nod. "Okay," I say.

He sighs, so I look at him, biting my lower lip. The situation that we're in, is so strange that I partially don't know who to respond sometimes. I'm nervous that I'll say or do the wrong thing. And once that happens how do you get back from that? "Do you think Uriah hates me?" he asks. His voice comes out in a whisper, the only reason I can hear him is because I'm sitting so close to him.

My heart sinks at his question. I shake my head. "I don't think so," I tell him. "He's...I think he's just happy to be alive. To see his friends, his family. I don't...I don't think he hates you. I don't see how anyone could hate you."

He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me. I don't know if it's sleep deprivation or the fact that I missed him, Tobias, so much in the past few days that I'm just scared of losing him all over again, but I kiss him hard. His arms are around me again and I've moved to straddling him, my hands on his chest keeping me upright. His fingers tug at my shirt and I pull away so that I can pull it over my head. He looks up at me, his fingertips running over the tattoo on my collarbone. He flips his hand so that the raven on his wrist is visible. We are both looking at it now.

"You really had doubts that he was in love with you?" He asks me. His voice is soft, and questioning.

I look down at the small bird and bring his wrist to my lips, brushing against the dark bird there. I shake my head. "No," I say. I knew you loved me. Even if you didn't know the reason why."

He smiles and uses his free hand to pull me down, brushing his lips against mine. I hum against his lips and he chuckles, flipping us so that I am now beneath him. His lips move from my lips to my neck and I tilt my head up to give him better access. His hands are playing with my skin above my pants and my entire body is on fire from the way he is touching me. My breath comes out in gasps and his breath his burning hot against my skin as he lips move to my tattoo and kiss each bird softly. I arch my body into his, wanting him, needing him and my fingers grasp at the hem of his shirt tugging it up his back. He pulls away from me and my body feels cold from where his fingers have left me. He lifts his shirt from his head and tosses it aside before rejoining his lips with mine. I smile against his lips, his warmth enveloping me with everything that his is. His fingers tug on the waistband of my pants before I feel the fabric pull down my legs. My hands move up his chest and tangle in his hair, trying to get more and more of him with each kiss. His cold fingertips brush against my inner thighs, which are burning with excitement. I tug on his lower lip and he chuckles against my mouth.

"Be patient with me," he says, his words come out in a growl and goose bumps rise on my skin. A sigh passes through my lips and he kisses me again. For me, this will be our third time together. But for Tobias this is our second time. I don't want to make him anymore uncomfortable or jealous with relationship that I had with the Tobias he had been the past couple of days. I felt guilty enough as it is. I nod and his hands move up, tugging down my underwear with slow, teasing pulls. The goose bumps spread through my body, a chill shooting down my spine. I gasp and he groans. "That sound..." he murmurs against my skin, his lips passing between my breasts, his tongue sending shivers through me everywhere that it passes. "Don't stop."

I can't stop, even if I wanted to. And I don't. It's unfair that he knows me so well...that he knows what to do and where to push and what to say to make lose all control. His lips move further down my body as his hands move up to massage my breasts and I moan, bucking up against him as his lips find my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with his tongue. My hands are on the sheets beneath me now, gripping the fabric tightly between my fingers as he hums against my skin.

"Tease," I manage to gasp out as his fingers tug on my already taut nipples. I bite my lower lip.

He looks up at me, wearing that grin of his before pressing fitting his lips to me, his tongue delving into me, moving one hand down to assist in his torture. "Tell me again," he smirks against me and rubs against my clit with his thumb. "That I'm a tease."

I would if I could, but the second he brought his thumb into action, I lost all control over my body. The only thing that is coming from my mouth are gasps and moans in the form of his name. He groans against me as he sucks on me and I bring my legs in to keep him tighter against me. He tugs on my clit with his teeth and I buck up with a whimper. He is panting when he pulls away and when I look at him, he shakes his head and stares at me in awe.

"God you're beautiful," he breathes before climbing up my petite frame, leaving kisses in his wake as he lips finally crash onto mine. I kiss his hungrily, my hands moving up to tangle in his hair again, bucking my hips up against his. He grinds his hips down against me and I groan at the sensation.

I move my hands down to tug at his pants, almost impatiently, and he tugs on my lips as he pushes the fabric constricting him down his legs. He kisses me again, this time, uses his hands to push my legs apart. My breath is coming out faster now because I know what's coming and I crave it, I yearn for it. My movements are desperate and so are his, our bodies move together in sync and I tug on his hair as our tongues dance together.

"Please," I whisper.

He pushes into my with a groan and I wrap my legs around him as his hips move against mine. I hold him tighter against me and we moan into each other mouths. He groans against my lips as I rake my nails down his back.

I would stay like this forever if I could. Just to be with him, like this. All mine.

Forever.