Chloe pressed into Davis as he carried her towards the bedroom. Breaking the passionate kiss, she took a moment to marvel at the impressive display. She greedily ran her eyes and then her hands down over his arms. Holding her as he was caused the muscles in his arms to bulge into dramatic definition. She explored the contours with her fingers. He was easily supporting her weight on his hips, with his hands stabilizing her with their grip on her backside.

He carried her deeper into the apartment towards...his bedroom.

It was real. This was happening. A bolt of panic shot through her, fighting against her excitement. She had so little experience. What if she was no good at sex? She had only ever been with one man - Jimmy - and their sex life was nothing to bring down the house. That wasn't what had drawn her to Jimmy. The illusion of a normal life had been her foundation with Jimmy. A fragile foundation, as it turned out.

That wasn't enough with Davis. The raw need coursing through her veins and reflected in his eyes told her they would never have the tame compatibility she had felt with Jimmy. She remembered that day at the cafe when she and Davis had marveled how easy they were around each other. It was true, in large part because she felt more...herself with him. She felt like he could accept the side of her that wanted passion.

But wanting passion, and actually being good at it, were two different things. Her limited experience involved little of either.

She guessed that Davis would be considerably more experienced, going by her accidental discovery of him with Jessica.

Crap!

Her hands suddenly clenched into his arms in alarm as she remembered. Until this moment she had completely forgotten about the other woman.

Davis sensed her change in mood and froze. He looked down at her, concern fighting with lust in his molten eyes. "What's wrong?"

Chloe swallowed hard. She would have loved to forget again, but she couldn't just pretend the other woman didn't exist. Damn it, Brainiac! Why fail me now?

She sighed heavily and tried to ignore the tingle the motion sent through her bare chest as it brushed against Davis' solid chest. She hadn't cheated on Jimmy, as much as she wanted to. She wouldn't be a party to Davis cheating either.

"Should we be doing this?"

As he looked down at her in the dim hall, she could see his eyes glitter. "What?" he asked in a carefully controlled voice. His face had gone tight and hard, like he was fighting with himself.

"I mean, what about Jessica?"

His face instantly softened. "Oh, Chloe." He shook his head bemusedly. "Don't you understand?" He looked at her, his smile flashed white in the dimness. "I've only ever been waiting for you."

Chloe let some irritation show and moved as if to unwrap her legs from his waist. Davis' hands shifted to clench her thighs in place around him, not allowing her to break away. Chloe hated that her voice sounded jealous when she accused, "What about that time I came by and Jessica was prancing around the living room in your shirt? And then in your shower-naked!" She realized after the words left her that showers were generally taken naked. She had already tipped her hand, so she plowed ahead. "That is how you wait?"

His smile was under control, but his reply was unapologetic. "Yes."

Chloe blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected that. She opened her mouth to reply, though she had no idea what to say. Davis beat her to it. "I couldn't have you, so whoever else I was with then didn't matter." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Even before we met, I think I was waiting for you. All the others were just ways to pass the time." His eyes were intense on her own as the fires flared again. "Until now."

Chloe blinked in surprise. He had laid it all out for her, unapologeticly, but his words rang with sincerity. She had feared bringing up the other woman would end the night, but she couldn't ignore the elephant once she remembered it. But this...how could she fight this?

Especially when she didn't want to fight...

Chloe knew it was unfair that she didn't like him being with another woman-most likely women-but logically knew she couldn't really blame him. She had been the one to walk away from him each time. Hell, she had even married someone else. Could she really blame him for taking what was available elsewhere?

Davis just stood holding her in the dim hallway outside the bedroom. He seemed to be waiting for some signal from her. Go back to the living room? Or forward to the bedroom?

She gave an involuntary gulp. This was it. The big step. She had to decide now.

Past or Future.

Jimmy or Davis.

Then her own words to Oliver from earlier that night came back to her.

"You already know what you really want. We all do. We just don't listen."

She looked into his burning eyes. Passionate eyes. Tortured eyes. Hopeful eyes.

She knew what she wanted.

"Don't stop."

She saw the flash of Davis smile again as he carried her into the darkened bedroom.