I listened to Butch's heavy feet hit the stairs. I think I'm in his arms... I cuddled closely into his arms, making myself more comfortable. I took a peek to see him smirking "The hell are you smirking for?"

"Well hello to you too. I feel like I have the right to smirk since I'm the one carrying your drunk ass"

"You want a 'thank you'"

"I would like that but knowing you, I don't expect it"

"You don't know me"

"I know enough" We seemed to be walking on a smooth surface so I predict we're close to him room. I heard the door squeak, I sheepishly open my emerald eyes to see him looking down at me. He carefully laid me down on his bed.

"Are you gonna stay with me?" I gave him a drunken seductive look, hoping he would stay.

"I don't think you want that"

"Don't tell me what I want. I know I don't like being alone"

"I'm sure you can take care of yourself"

"Or you can take care of me. I think I would prefer that more."

"BC, stop this is the tequila talking..." I seductively got off the bed and walked over to Butch. I drapped my arms around his neck. I felt the hairs on his neck rise. I seductively smiled as I pulled him close, even though he was towering over me.

"This is not the tequila talking" His breathing became heavy and it felt like static between us. It felt like someone else was controlling me but I knew it wasn't the alcohol, i didn't mind it but I didn't understand it's motive. Where is this coming from? We stared at each other intensely, tension rising and the sound of our heartbeat are the only things audible. It seems as if our eyes had a language of their own. His eyes were s deep forest color and they were so dreamy. Eyes are the windows to the soul and just looking into his now I could see him whole life story... Butch took the first move and pulled me close. Our forehead laying upon one another, I egged forward hoping to catch his lips. I missed. He was enjoying this teasing game... I stood on my tippy toes and caught his lips.. His soft, spearmint lips... The kiss started soft and passionate then it grew hot and lustful. His strong manly hands began to graze my curves, exploring every nook and cranny. I pulled him in closer and he pulled me closer. It felt like I was molded for his body, I fit perfectly. I moved my hands up to tangle in his wavy tousled locks. This felt so natural and right...

Deep, hungry moans came from his throat as we pulled apart for air. I looked into his eyes. "We should stop" His mouth was saying one thing but his eyes were saying another.

"Is that the alcohol talking?" He smirked, trying to lower his heart rate

"No, it's the conflicting chivalrous man inside of me" i laughed.

"Ah he speaks!" Butch picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my bed. He tried to release me but I held onto his strong bicep. I gave him pleading eyes. Something in me wanted him to stay.

"Don't do this. Don't make this harder on me" I let him go respecting his wishes, he didn't leave though. I noticed he was internally fighting with himself. Finally after a long intense stare-down he kissed me on my forehead. My skin tingled where once his lips left. I yearned for something more but I knew tonight was not the night... He looked at me one last time "Good Night, Buttercup" Before I got a chance to respond, he was up and out with the door closed behind him. I laid in bed trying to make sense of what exactly just happened and today overall... i discover my uncle is a lying asshole that out to kill me, I'm an ultimate therefore I'm a target. I could die and fail or live happy and be with Butch ? Somethings wrong there... But that's not where my journey gets confusing. Where does it end? What's next for me? Most importantly, when will I tell my sisters? These questions clouded my head as I forced myself into sleep while remember the kiss I shared with Butch...

Short? Yes

Steamy? yes

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