Levi's POV...

We're still wrapped in each other's arms. My emotions are all over the place. I'm angry with her for thinking I should go home, I'm sad thinking that we'll be apart, but mostly I'm scared. Im afraid that this is her way of leaving me, not like what Emma did to me, but not wanting me just the same. It's a crazy thought that I can't help from thinking.

I know Charlotte  loves me, she says she loves me, but everything else she says is confusing as hell. Sitting here quiet on the blanket is not helping either, it 's making my anxiety worse.

"We should get back," she says, lifting her head from my shoulder and standing herself up.

Leave it to my paranoid mind to cause an excruciating spasm in my left leg when I try to stand. Charlotte sees me shift uncomfortably on the blanket, clenching my fists and wincing and she brings herself back down beside me.

"I can't get up," I angrily groan.

She reaches for my leg, attempting to massage the pain away. Although this is exactly what I need, I can't let her.

"Don't!" I say and move her hand away from me. This is exactly why she wants me to leave.

She doesn't say anything, yet remains by my side, watching me trying to fight through the pain.

"I'm sorry," she softly says.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, I'm the one who's sorry. My body has a habit of ruining the moment."

She offers me her hand and this time I take it. She leans closer to me so that our shoulders are touching. I watch her fingers slowly entwine with mine. She's here with me, waiting and comforting me, loving me. She's trying to mend my broken pieces and it hurts so much more because soon we'll be apart and I'm afraid of completely coming undone.

After I think the spasms are over, I carefully get myself to stand while Charlotte folds up the blanket. I reach to take her hand for our walk back, but another spasm sends shooting pains down my leg again. This time Charlotte grabs my arm and brings it around her shoulder and her other arm holds the back of my waist for support. I let her help me even though I don't want her to have to hold me up while we walk. I'm failing her and I'll never be the man she needs me to be.

Our walk back is slow and painful. We stop when my next spasm is so bad that I pull her to face me and put my forehead down onto her head while her arms clutch tightly around my back.

"Levi, breathe," she says while rubbing my back. "I'm right here with you," she softly adds.

I cling to her warmth, her touch, and maybe that's all I need for her to do and say to make everything better.

My spasms disappear by the time we reach the jeep. She instructs me to the passenger side so she can drive. There's no argument about it, only a feeling of shame.

Our drive back is strange quietness. Charlotte's clutching the steering wheel like she's afraid something's going to happen. And though she seems hyper focused on the road, her other hand remains locked with mine the entire ride.

I break the silence first.

"I'm happy staying here with you. I realize my life wasn't always what it was cracked up to be until I met you. Nothing was real, not my fiance, not my job. I won't be happy there."

"You don't know you won't be happy until you go and try," she says, squeezing my hand.

She's acting so unusual. All I want is for her to tell me to stay. I feel my eyes well up. I can't be mad at her, I love her too much.

She parks the jeep at her apartment and makes her way to my side of the car to try and help me.

"No, I'm fine now, Thanks," I lie.

I've been having very mild but continuous spasms for the last half of the drive here, but I'm not going to let her notice, so I get myself out of the jeep and slowly walk behind her to the apartment.

"I'm going to take a shower," I grunt once we get inside.

Standing in the hot shower, allowing the water to massage my neck and back is relaxing. I lean my head back on the shower wall while the water flows down my face and try to clear all uneasiness from my mind. I focus on the good from today.  Walking with my beautiful girl by my side, treading along the rocks, holding her hand. Visions of her angelic face flood my mind. Just when I feel some peacefulness, my left leg gives out from under me and I slip down to the shower floor.

"Fuck!" I yell out.

I reach for the shower chair and pull myself onto it seconds before Charlotte frantically bursts through the bathroom door.

"Are you alright?" She searches all around.

I remain sitting on the shower chair, my head in my hands sulking.

"I'm fine," I mutter back.

My head must of rested in my hands for longer than I thought, because I only lifted my head up when I felt Charlotte's hands pull mine away from my face. I'm shocked at first until my mind realizes that my eyes are not deceiving me. My love, my rock, my protector is standing naked in front of me, showing me once again that I'm not alone.

When my eyes meet hers, I don't see stars, I see galaxies. When she holds my face in her hands, it feels like she's untying all my knots, and when she grazes my bottom lip with her fingers before capturing my lips with hers, it makes the whole world stop.

She climbs onto my lap, her smooth thighs around mine while placing her familiar arms around my back, her fingers tickling down my spine. She has captivated my heart, and my body presses closer into hers until there is no space left between us. We kiss slowly at first and then passionately, letting the hot water pour over our bodies. When she reaches down and guides me into her, an intoxicating feeling causes my body to shiver in absolute pleasure and ecstasy. It's love that we make, a love that makes me so complete, I can't bare to loose it.

"You are not alone Levi, you will never be alone," she breathes comfort into my mouth making me claim her lips as mine.

I close my eyes, my body shaking from giving ourselves to each other. I feel her run her fingers through my hair and tenderly kiss my lips again.

"I love you," she purrs into my ear and brushes her lips near the crook of my neck.

I fold her back into my arms and we're locked in an embrace till the water runs cold.

"Can you stand and walk?" She asks concerned.

I kiss her one last time and affirm with a smile, "Yes, I can, our shower sessions always make everything better."

She helps me slowly walk to the bedroom since I'm not wearing my brace.

Realizing after hearing our stomach's growl that we haven't eaten dinner yet, we change into some lounge clothes and head to the kitchen to make something to eat. 

I help her in the kitchen, which is something I have come to enjoy now with my newfound walking skills, plus I like being the one to help Charlotte too. We gulp down our food in no time then plant ourselves onto the couch.

She snuggles her body next to mine while we lay together with my back leaning up against the cushions.

Holding her in my arms is what keeps me sane. She has my heart, a part of me that I will never again give to anyone else. I comb my fingers through her long hair and glide my thumb down the warm skin of her cheek.

"I meant what I said Levi, you will never be alone. You have Landon, Andy and Mark who will be there for you, and you have me, only not as close by, but I'm always going to be here for you. You are the most important person to me, I love you more than anything. But I can't ask you to stay here and miss your opportunities after struggling so hard this past year to earn your second chance."

"I know Love, it will just be hard not being able to see you or hold you like this everyday," I kiss the top of her head.

"We'll make it work, I know we can," she says as she brushes her fingers over my skin.

I wrap my arms tighter around her, keeping her close. I'll give it a try. I'll go back to England and give this new acting job a go if that will make everyone happy. I know things will be different for a little while, which makes me hesitant. Charlotte believes I might find happiness, but she's the reason I've already found it. I may be all the way across the Atlantic, but my soul will always remain here with her.