I was worried when he stood, but soon he was above me and holding out his hand.

"Come with me and lay down," I open to protest but he shakes his head. "No I want to hear I do but I want to hold you. I need to be grounded while I hear it out. I have been an ass, I have been fucking up all my life. I don't want the urge to run anymore, I don't want the lost feeling. You say you have always loved me and always knew. Well I didn't I was late to the game and a lot didn't make sense until not so long ago. So please I am trying to meet you half way here."

I grab his hand and hold on but I don't move from the couch. I just hold his hand, run my fingers back and forth over his knuckles. I watch my thumb move a few times before I look up at him. I have to really think about this? I am baffled by the nerves that finally hit. I have been through all this ad it has been a feet first free fall. Never once letting myself feel scared. Now I am petrified.

"I promise I won't jump you. I WILL hear you out and I will take what ever comes." his fingers squeezing me back just gives me the push I need. The clammy touch shows me he is just as scared as I am. The tremble of his fingers and the race of his pulse have me following him. I crawl in first and he settles against me. I was right in saying this was home.

"No jumping?" I have to admit his flirty side is rubbing of, um well yup.

"Not unless you say it's okay." I give a small laugh and try to keep serious. It's not easy around him. But we make the walk down the hall.