Eames entered the hotel room, followed by Goren, who closed the door behind him.
It was time.
Goren couldn't turn back now.
He'd been hesitating all the way here, and figured that given the late hour, this was the best place where he could be alone with Eames, and tell him how he felt.
Because he was determined to tell her how he felt, whatever the cost.
And not let her go, without her knowing how he felt about her.
And if she told him it wasn't mutual, Goren already knew he'd be heartbroken, but he'd accept it anyway.
And that even after that, nothing would stop them from staying together until sunrise.
Eames turned to Goren, not seeing him move and stand there with his back to the door.
Strange...
Why was Goren standing there.
He'd been the one who'd offered to take her to a hotel room, and given the late hour, they wouldn't have found anywhere quiet.
So why didn't he come to her.
What was he afraid of.
Yes, they were in a hotel room.

But that didn't mean they automatically had to sleep together.
At the thought, Eames' heart raced, and she blushed violently.
No, but she wasn't right to think that.
In addition, Goren wasn't that kind of boy.
To want to sleep with her as soon as he found himself in a hotel room, and especially, in front of a big bed.
Thinking about the bed, Eames turned her gaze towards him, and she became totally scarlet.
But she pulled herself together.
This wasn't the time to think about that.
She had to at least try to get Goren to stick his back to that door.
And enjoy him, the last few hours they had left.
Then she turned her attention back to him, and he raised his brown gaze at the same instant, their eyes meeting.
- Alex... Goren's cheeks were flushed. I'd like to tell you...
My God...
But he was so shy.
She'd never seen him like that.
Goren was a chatterbox.

And right now, at this very moment, he was just the opposite.
So Eames decided to move towards him, and when she reached his height, raised her big hazel eyes towards him, a big smile on her lips, her hands intertwined behind her back.
- I'm listening...
At Eames' big, shining hazel eyes, and that big smile that lit up his face, Goren felt his heart racing in his chest, ready to break, and he blushed violently, put his hand to the back of his neck, looked away, all embarrassed.
- Bobby...
Eames put her finger on his arm, tapped it, making Goren rest his gaze on her.
My God...
Eames was so cute right now.
And he wanted to.
But he couldn't.
Eames intimidated him so much.
In addition, being so intimidated by her, how was he going to tell her how he felt.
And more importantly, how would she take it.
- Bobby...
At the heart of Eames' voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, and felt inexorably drawn to Eames' lips.

He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked.
But could he.
Wouldn't he risk a slap in the face if he did.
Eames had quite a temper after all.
But that face she was bending over him...
So, unable to bear it any longer, and not knowing how to tell Eames how he felt, Goren brought his hands up to Eames' face, took him between his long, slender fingers, and brought his face close to hers.
At this gesture, Eames blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest, ready to explode.
No.
She was imagining things.
Goren wasn't going to.
He wouldn't dare kiss her.
But her lips, which were coming dangerously close to his, told him he was going to do just that.

- Bobby... Eames placed his hands on hers, plunging his hazel eyes into Goren's brown gaze, which shone with a strange glow. What the...
Eames couldn't finish his sentence as Goren took possession of his lips with extreme gentleness.
At the gentleness of the kiss, Eames felt his blood boil in his veins.
My God...
Was she dreaming.
Or was Goren really kissing her.
And yet...
She couldn't have any doubts.
Her heart was beating so fast.
The softness of Goren's lips on hers, the kiss he was giving her.

He said it was real, and that Goren was a good kisser.
- Alex... Goren pulled away from Eames' lips, his face red from daring to kiss him. I... He rested his face on her shoulder, not daring to face her. What am I going to do without you?
At his words, Eames looked at him, still reeling from the kiss.
What was Goren going to do without her...
So without her, he was lost.
My God...
But that sounded like a declaration from Goren.
But maybe she was kidding herself.
And yet...
That sincerity she could read in his brown eyes.
My God...
Goren was so endearing right now.
And above all, she wanted to reassure him.
To make him understand that he'd be just fine without her, as he had been before he met her.

With a small smile on her lips, Eames brought her hands up to his face, forcing him to lift it towards her, and slipping her tiny fingers to his cheek, caressed it with extreme gentleness.
- You'll be fine without me.
Be fine without her...
No.
He couldn't.
He needed Eames in his life.
He needed her there, close to him.
Without her, he was nothing.
And above all, not someone he could manage.
Eames was wrong when he said he'd be okay.
Without her, he felt like a little orphan boy.
He shook his head in denial.
- I don't…

Eames put his finger to his lips, silencing him.
- If you can do it.
My God.
So Eames really believed in himself.
In his ability to adapt.
When he couldn't.
Eames had been the only person he'd ever managed to adapt to.
He'd never managed it before.
So without her...
Goren pulled his finger away from her lips, to take her hand in his and intertwine their fingers, and brought his other free hand to the nape of her neck, forcing her to lift her face toward him.
- Alex... I...
No.
Eames didn't want to hear any more.
And certainly not an insecure Goren.
She wanted this Goren who had dared to kiss her.
Who had lit a fire inside her.
But above all, she wanted Goren to extinguish the fire he had lit inside her.
And she also wanted to relive the sensation of the softness of his lips on hers.

Then, not letting him finish his sentence, Eames took possession of her lips with passion, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her small breasts, against his powerful chest.
- Let's stop talking... Would you... She caressed Goren's neck with her with her little fingers, plunged her big hazel eyes, shining with a small flame into his brown gaze. We could do something nicer...
Stop talking...
And do something nicer.
Goren blushed violently at this hint.
So Eames wanted...
This he wanted right now.
But it was so awkward.
But he had to take it upon himself to forget his shyness.
For he wanted nothing more than to take her lips hungrily, and go
go further than a simple kiss.
So gently, he brought his hands to her hips, lifted her off the ground,
wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her to the bed.