When Patrick's lips landed on hers, Sabrina was still groggy from her nap, the wine and all the junk food she'd eaten. In the back of her mind, she knew she should push him away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Their kiss started out tender, but soon consumed her. As her body reacted (in the traitorous way it always did), her mind became foggy with passion and thoughts of everything besides Patrick fled. As Patrick pulled her closer to him on the couch, Sabrina didn't resist and, in fact, encouraged him. It wasn't until Patrick's hands reached the bottom of her tank top and began inching the hem upward that Sabrina regained control of her brain and wrenched herself away, using her hands to stop his from going any further.

Aroused and confused, Patrick asked, "What's wrong?"

Sabrina scooted back from him, righted her shirt and then jumped up from the couch. "We can't do this, Patrick."

He looked up at her, hurt in his eyes. "What? Why?"

"Because I'm in love with Will," Sabrina declared.

At that, Patrick jumped up, too. "You're kidding, right?"

Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest. "No, Patrick, I'm not."

"But, you were… We were… ," he stuttered as he pointed to the couch, referring to what had just happened.

"I know. I'm sorry…"

Patrick seemed to regain his composure because he said emphatically, "I'm not." Then, he added, "You can't be in love with him. If you were, you would have stopped that kiss the second my lips touched yours."

Sabrina turned and began pacing. "I didn't stop you right away because you make it impossible for me to think when you're touching me, but that doesn't mean anything."

"How can you say that?! It means everything."

"It's lust, Patrick, not love. At least not the kind it used to be – before. You are everything I'd ever fantasized about as I read fairytales and, because of that, I will always be affected by you." When Patrick went to speak, Sabrina stopped him. "But, I grew up and realized some people don't get the happily ever after with their prince… The happily ever after comes after the prince lets you down."

"Huh?"

"Will isn't my prince, but, that's okay, because he's a good man who makes me happy. He's only been gone a day and I miss him so much. I can't imagine my life without him in it, nor do I want to."

Patrick was speechless. One moment they'd been on their way to making love (finally!) and the next she was pushing him away and professing her love for Foster. This had to be the Twilight Zone. That was the only explanation for what he was hearing.

Patrick, hurt at her dismissal of their entire relationship as girlish fantasies, got defensive. "You can't be serious?! You've only been dating for a few months. You settled for him because Robin came back. If she hadn't come back, we'd still be together."

Sabrina sighed. "We'll never know that, Patrick, because, once again, she did come back and blow my life to smithereens. And, as far as my relationship with Will is concerned – time isn't a factor. And, it's none of your business."

Angry now, he said, "It is my business because I love you. And you love me. You wouldn't have kissed me like that or act the way you do around me if you didn't. You're in denial and you need to wake the hell up!"

Sabrina, also angry, shouted. "I am awake! Finally!" Then, she walked to the door and opened it. "You need to leave."

Patrick didn't budge.

"Get out," Sabrina said, as she pointed to the empty hallway.

Patrick, still pissed, but not wanting to push her too far, stalked through the door. "Fine. I'm leaving, but this isn't over." He added, "Not by a long shot," on a whisper as the door slammed in his face.

As he walked down the hallway, Patrick realized this was all his fault. He'd pushed her into Foster's arms by wasting so much time with Robin and now he was paying for it. However, if Sabrina thought he'd roll over and play dead, she was sadly mistaken.

Later that night…

When Will called, Sabrina told him about the kiss with Patrick and Will lost his temper for the first time since she'd known him. Until now, he'd taken Patrick's quest in stride, but Sabrina knew even he had a breaking point. Will ranted through the phone about how he would deck the guy if he were in town and how sneaky it was of him to make his move when Will wasn't around. When his tirade on Patrick was finished, Will said apologetically, "I'm sorry to take this out on you Sabrina. I know you've been trying to get him to back off, but I just love you so much that the thought of losing you…"

When Will's voice cut out, Sabrina thought she'd lost the connection. "Will? Are you there?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?" she asked, worried about the tone of his voice.

"I, ah, didn't mean to blurt out that I loved you like that."

When Will started backtracking, Sabrina shushed him. "It's okay, Will. I love you, too."

"What?" he asked, the surprise evident in his voice.

Sabrina smiled into the phone. "I love you, Will Foster."

Silence. Then, "Wow. I honestly didn't expect to hear that."

"Well, I honestly didn't expect to say it, but I have – and I'm not taking it back because it's the truth."

"You'd better not." Then, after a pause, he said, "Damn. You finally admit to loving me and I'm stuck in Seattle… This sucks."

Sabrina laughed at the disappointment in his voice. "I'm sure you'll survive." When he grunted, Sabrina added, "Enjoy your conference. We'll celebrate when you get back."

After that, Sabrina said goodbye and then settled in for the night, Patrick never once entering her mind.