Sarah woke in the early morning, the break of dawn. She peered over where the puppy slept soundly next to her. She put a hand to the lump in the bed with a smile and closed her eyes. She yawned stretching her arms and brought them down again setting one hand back down to where the puppy lay. Although her hand hit something, it wasn't the puppy. She frowned as she felt warm, smooth skin. She moved her hand slightly. She felt hard...muscle?

She opened her eyes quickly and turned over to see a man sleeping in her bed. She yelped and jumped back falling off the bed. He was beautiful. She had to pinch herself to make sure she still wasn't sleeping. He had dark curly black hair, black eyelashes and eyebrows. He had the face, her eyes trailed down his bare chest, and the body, of a Greek god.

"What?" she muttered on shaky legs walking towards the bed. "This can't be real," she said shaking her head.

Why would there be a man sleeping in her bed? There was no logical explanation. She knew she hadn't invited him. And she doubted he broke into her apartment just to climb in bed with her.

"Trey?" she squeaked out as she thought suddenly of the puppy. Where was the puppy? Why wasn't he barking?

The man on the bed stirred and rolled over to face the window. His face flinched. It reminded her of...when Trey had done the same.

She laughed. That was ridiculous. "I'm dreaming. That's all I'm dreaming," she muttered climbing back into bed. There was no other explanation; she told her self trying not to look at his incredible and naked body in the bed beside her.

She closed her eyes. "I'm just dreaming. This is all a dream. I'm going insane. That's all," Sarah muttered to herself pulling the covers around herself. "Like there'd ever be a hot guy in my bed," she muttered with a yawn.

She felt weight in the bed shift and she opened her eyes and looked over to where the man had been. In his place was the puppy sound asleep.

Trey smiled and as the puppy cuddled up to her. His spell to keep his animal form must have worn off, he thought, as he muttered the incantation to himself in his head. It was harder in daylight. It was his time to sleep and he was exhausted holding the form for so long.

As she had slept through the night, he had shifted back into his human form for a few hours. But as daylight neared he shifted back into the puppy for fear of her waking and finding him as a human.

He needed blood, he thought looking up at her bare throat. No, he wouldn't do that. Not to Sarah. He sighed. Not unwillingly anyway.

He waited until she was back asleep and he crept out of her bed. He went through the apartment and shifted back to human form. He slipped open the apartment door and quickly shifted into a large dog slipping through the door. He closed it shut with his paw and hurried down the front steps. Hunting time, he thought breaking out into a run.

"Trey?" He heard Sam say.

He yawned.

"Aren't you feeling well, little one? You've been sleeping most the day," she said concerned.

Trey looked up into her eyes and blinked. Not Sam. Sarah, he thought, the day past rushing back to him. She looked like her. Just like her. Except the longer hair, he thought, as she picked him up and cuddled him, her long blonde hair tickling his nose.

He felt her bring him into the kitchen and set him on the kitchen floor in front a bowl of puppy chow and water. He groaned. He did his duty and ate the stuff the night before. Not that he could taste it very well anyway. His taste buds had faded as he became a vampire and the only thing that really ever appealed to him was blood. But he did have his standards. He'd eaten a lot of things over the years...he looked up at her concerned face.

"You owe me, huge for this, Brian," he sent out the thought telepathically to Brian as he took a nibble at the chow.

"Brian," Sarah muttered shaking her head.

Trey looked up from his plate. He cursed himself in Italian. He opened up telekinetic channels. Of course she would pick it up.

She sat down next to him. He felt her. He felt the conversation she wanted. The conversation she had started the night before.

"Was your owner's name..."

The doorbell rang. She got up. And Trey took a big sigh of relief.

"How's the pup?"

"Eating, thankfully," Sarah said coming into the kitchen him watching him eat cautiously.

"He doesn't seem to like it."

"Maybe we need a different brand," Sarah said hesitantly.

"Maybe we need a steak. Rare," Trey thought as he downed the kibble.

"Donna, did you hear...."

"What?" her friend asked frowning.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"So, are you coming to the club tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know. I have Trey to look after."

"He's a dog, Sarah. He's got to learn to be by himself. You have to work, you know. You can't bring him with you."

"I know that," Sarah said. "It's just so soon."

"He'll be fine."

"I guess," She said.

"What club?" Trey asked Sarah in his mind, delicately, subliminally, as a suggestion for her to ask her friend.

"What club was it again?" Sarah asked with a frown.

"Club Z."

Trey growled fiercely turning around. The place was loaded with vampires and there was no way in hell he was letting Sarah near that place.

"Trey, what's wrong," Sarah asked as he continued to growl.

"He's possessed or something," Her friend said.

"He's not possessed," Sarah said picking him up and he stopped growling. She looked around the room. Trey was amused she thought he might be growling at ghosts.

"Anyway, I hear Club Z is really hot."

Trey growled again.

"What is with him? You really should take him to the vet, Sarah. I don't think he's well."

"He does seem a little...off," Sarah said sadly stroking him. "Club Sparrow," Sarah said suddenly not realizing she got a subliminal message from Trey.

"What?" Donna said.

"Club Sparrow. I hear it's much nicer than Club Z. I heard there are some really weird people at Club Z anyway, I think we should try Club Sparrow instead."

Trey licked her face.

"Okay, if that's what you want," Donna said with a shrug.

As soon as they left, Trey did the same. He turned into a hawk and flew back to Witch Hill and got some clothes on. He had shed them before turning into the puppy. Clothes took too much energy to block and he didn't have any that he could waste.

"Where've you been?" Tony asked as Trey left his room.

"Out."

"For over a day?"

"So?"

"You going out again?"

"Hot date," Trey said with a shrug pulling on his black leather jacket.

"With who?"

Trey smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"I worry."

"Don't wait up," Trey said patting him on the back and left the room.

"Trey!" Tony called after him but Trey closed the basement door in response.

He entered Club Sparrow with welcoming from many of the regulars who'd gotten to know him if not by name by face. It was a newer club, less than a year old, and he tried to steer the kids to the other "safe" clubs so he could at least go to one place where he wouldn't run into them or very many of his kind.

He wandered over to the bar as he looked for Sarah, and moved into the shadows to avoid a few supernatural beings that he cared not to speak to, and then he noted one in the corner of the bar. He cursed inwardly.

"Demetrio, darling, how are you?" Ramona asked approaching him. Her slinky body jiggled in all the right places for all to see and admire. She kissed one cheek and then the other.

"Fine, beautiful," he said kissing her on either cheek in response.

"Terrible what happened to Massimiliano. How're you holding up?" she asked putting her hand to his arm.

"I'm doing okay, thank you."

"Salvatore has been looking for you," she said lowering her voice.

"I know."

"Are you two having a tiff?"

"Sal killed Massi."

She laughed lightly. "Wouldn't that be a hoot..." she looked at his face and her face went just as serious. "You're not kidding, darling, are you?"

He shook his head.

"He's telling everyone that Antonio..."

"It figures that he would. Spread the word. It wasn't."

"Oh, I don't know..." she trailed off shaking her head.

"For God's sakes, Ramona!" He yelled at her.

"I came here to warn you, Trey. That's all. Don't ask me to go against him!" Fear filling her eyes.

"You already have by warning me."

"No, I'm merely telling you that Salvatore wishes to speak with you. You'll excuse me," she said, brushing past him.

Trey shook his head and moved to the bar. The usual bartender, Dean, a middle aged blonde and still handsome man, who women still came to the bar just to admire him, came over with a wine glass and poured one of his vintage into the glass. He knew what Trey ordered without Trey having to say a word.

The fruits of his land flew through him restoring energy he had lost in his adventure the night before. He had several pints of blood at the house and he was feeling back to his old self. He leaned on the bar and looked around the room looking for her.

"You're being watched," Donna told her.

"What?" Sarah asked looking around.

"Don't look, don't look," Donna said, taking her arm and turning her.

"You said I was being watched. Of course I'm going to look."

"By one tall, dark, and insanely handsome, you lucky bitch, I hate you," Donna said with a grin.

"Really?" Sarah said stroking down her hair and blushed.

"Don't be getting all shy now. Oh, god, he's walking this way," Donna told her.

"Excuse me," she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder. "May I have this dance?" he asked in a sexy Italian accent.

Sarah turned slowly to look at him and gasped audibly as he was the gorgeous Greek god looking man she'd seen in her bed that morning.

"Is your dance card full?" he asked raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"No, perfectly wide open," Donna said grabbing Sarah's arms and pushed her forward towards him.

"Thank you," Trey said with a grin to Donna. "Shall we?" he asked Sarah outstretching a hand.

Sarah nodded dumbfound and somehow managed to get her hand in his.

He moved them through the crowd to a more open space and put his hands around her waist. Her arms went as if in a trance around his neck. "See, I'm harmless," he said pulling her close. It felt good having her in his arms. He felt he could protect her there. He closed his eyes and sent out that feeling to her. He would protect her. To the end, if need be.

She pulled back slightly to look at him.

"Don't be afraid," he said gently.

She shook her head. "I'm not."

He smiled lightly and pulled her back to him.

They were quiet dancing. He watched her eyes. She was intimidated by him. He could sense that without even looking at her. He could tell she was attracted to him. Another puffing up to his already inflated ego, he knew. He was grateful for his good looks they had come in handy countless times over the centuries. He was ashamed for most of them. Especially in the early years. He tried not to think of that now as he pulled her closer to him. He felt her stiffen slightly, her heart rate picked up and he could hear the blood rushing through her body. He pushed the vampirism away. He couldn't face that now. Not with her.

He stroked a strand of hair away from her face. She smiled lightly and looked away from him.

"You're very pretty," he said gently in her ear.

"Thank you."

"You don't believe me," he said fascinated she didn't think so.

"I don't get many compliments. Hard to take them, I guess."

He brushed a hand against her cheek.

"My name is Demetrio."

"Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," he said softly. Easy, don't scare her away, he told himself.

"Have we met before?"

"Why do you ask that?" he asked concerned she was going to ask him if he was sleeping in her bed that morning.

"Um...you just seem familiar that's all," she said looking away blushing.

"No, we haven't met in person," he said telling himself, he wasn't exactly lying. "I come here sometimes. Maybe you've seen me here."

"No, I've never been here before."

He shrugged. "Around town then."

"Maybe," Sarah said with a shrug. It was possible she could have seen him in a grocery store or something and then her subconscious brought him to life in her bed that morning.

"Actually, I was going to say the same thing," he said carefully. "You do look familiar."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You look a lot like a friend of mine. Samantha Rourke?" he asked for any sign that she might know.

She shrugged. "Don't know her."

"That's why I'm here," he said in almost a whisper.

"What?" She asked.

He felt her mind out. "I mean, from a distance, you looked like Sam. I thought you were her at first. But obviously, you're not."

"No," she said reaching up to nervously slip a strand of long hair behind her ear.

He brushed his fingers against hers as she did so and took over the task of tucking her hair behind her ear. "I'm really glad you're not."

She blushed.

"Can I... kiss you?" he asked looking into her eyes.

She, without realizing she did so, she barely nodded and his lips met hers.

They were gentle she noticed immediately. He meant her no harm, she knew for sure.

She felt safe with him. His lips promised a security she never knew before. Her arm tightened around his waist where it rested lightly while they still swayed a resemblance of a dance. She felt the hard muscle of his back and her hand slid up slightly to feel it better. He pulled her in closer wrapping his arms around her body. He kissed her more passionately searching her for some meaning she didn't know the answer to. His hands dove into her hair and her hands went up his back clutching to find the answer. She pulled away scared of what she was feeling for someone she less than five minutes ago met.

"I'm sorry," he said taking a step back. "God, that was... really forward of me..." he said looking away.

"It's okay," she said straightening her dress. "I mean, I said you could kiss me and..." she cleared her throat "you did."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked gesturing to the bar.

"No, thanks, I...should really get back to my friend," she said gesturing over to Donna who was staring at them with her mouth nearly hanging open.

"I'll buy both of you a drink then. Please?" he asked taking her hand lightly and he raised it to his lips to kiss her knuckles lightly.

"You're really hard to say no to," she said her heart pounding in her chest.

"I'm not a pervert, nor a serial killer, or a rapist. I've never been in prison and I pay my taxes on time. I swear, on my mother's grave, I didn't mean to move so fast," he said touching his heart lightly and raised his hand. "I just want to get to know you."

"Your mother's grave?" she asked hesitantly.

"She died when I was young," he said looking away.

"I'm sorry. Did you know her?" Sarah asked quietly and curiously. She had never known her real mother. She always wanted to hear of other people's real mothers. And wonder what made hers so different from theirs that she didn't want to keep her. Or what was so different about her that would make her mother give her away?

"One drink?" he asked not hearing her question. Or maybe he was ignoring it.

Was he like her? Was he adopted? Did she hear the quiet pain of abandonment behind his ignoring of the question? "Okay, one drink," she agreed curious and frankly just extremely attracted to him.

Trey pulled out a bar stool for her and Sarah cautiously climbed up. Donna helped herself on a stool.

"Dean!" Trey called over to the bartender who had his back to him.

Dean turned and nodded to him and went to grab a wine glass.

"Soda," Trey called to him. "And two for the ladies."

Dean raised an eyebrow setting the glass down and poured three drinks.

"Bad batch?" Dean asked setting the drinks in front of them.

"How dare you say such a thing!" Trey said scowling picking up the glass and took a sip.

"Forgive me," Dean said with a smile and a slight bow.

"What's that about?" Sarah asked taking a drink of her soda.

"Oh, nothing." Trey said taking another drink.

"Oh, while I have you here..." Dean said coming back with a paper in his hand. "I need you to sign this for the discount."

"Right now?" Trey asked.

"I got to order another shipment," Dean said with a shrug.

He sighed,"Pen," Trey held up his hand.

Dean handed him a pen. "Thanks."

Trey signed the paper and handed it back to him.

"I really appreciate it, man," Dean said.

"No problem."

"You work here?" Sarah asked Trey surprised.

Dean scoffed.

"No," Trey told her taking another drink.

"Thanks, Trey," Dean said with a smile holding up the paper and crossed the floor in the inner bar.

Trey waved with two fingers.

"Trey?" Sarah asked her eyes widening.

"What?" he asked turning.

Donna laughed. "Her dog's name is Trey."

"Your name is Trey? I thought it was Demetrio."

"It is," he said taking a gulp of soda, and then to give himself another few seconds to think, finished it off. "Trey's a nickname. Short for Deme-TREY-o," he explained

"Oh," Sarah said looking into her soda.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently.

"Yeah," she answered quietly.

He cleared his throat. "My family owns a vineyard," he said needing to say something to get her off the subject of his name.

"What?" She said looking up.

"The form I signed. It was for a discount on my family's wine. For Dean."

"Oh."

"So now you know something about me. What about you?"

"I don't have anything as exciting as a vineyard."

"I doubt that. Besides, a bunch of grapes? Hardly exciting."

"Really, my life is boring."

"Well, we'll just have to do something about that won't we?" Trey asked putting his hand on the back of the stool behind her.

"Trey. Where are you?" he heard Emily's voice in his mind.

"Damn."

"Excuse me?" Sarah said looking at him puzzled.

"Would you excuse me a minute?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Don't run away," he said getting up. He kissed her cheek lightly and walked away.

"Oh-my-god, he is so in to you!" Donna exclaimed.

"You think?" Sarah asked patting her hair down.

Donna laughed. "The boy has only eyes for you. Did you see that killer blonde over there with the big you know whats? She was totally trying to get his attention. And failed."

Sarah looked over at the blonde in the skin tight blue dress. The blonde looked back at her with her beautiful eyes scrutinizing Sarah. The girl took a drink out of her wine glass sipping red wine all the while not dropping her eyes from Sarah's.

Sarah turned her back to her to look at Donna.

"Well, he seems nice," Sarah said.

"I can't believe you kissed him! That's so unlike you!"

"I know," Sarah said blushing. "I don't know what got into me."

"I do."

"What?"

"Sexy eyes. Sexy grin. Sexy bod..."

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, yeah."

Dean came over and picked up Trey's empty glass.

"Hey, how well do you know him?" Donna asked Dean.

Dean looked up at her. "Who? Trey?"

"Yeah."

Dean shrugged. "He comes in pretty regularly."

"Does he pick up many girls?" Donna asked.

"Donna!" Sarah protested.

Dean laughed. "Um, I don't think I should answer that."

"So he does," Donna said.

Dean looked around the room and leaned in towards them for privacy. "No, not really. He just recently broke up with a pretty steady girlfriend, actually."

"Oh. Really?" Donna asked.

Dean nodded and wiped the bar with a white bar rag. "He's a good kid, Trey. Pretty quiet but a good bartender always gets confidences out of his regulars no matter how quiet they are. Builds trust and keeps them coming. Doesn't get you anything but good tips and a good conscience. But I never expected... Trey...out of the blue he offered to give me a discount on all his wine companies."

"All of them? Meaning more than one?" Sarah asked in shock.

Dean nodded. "Anyways. Trey's a good kid. I trust him."

"So you think he's on the rebound?" Donna asked.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe. I think she messed him up a bit because she has a thing for his cousin. I think that situation just caused all kinds of problems with them."

"So is she and the cousin together now?" Donna asked.

Dean shook his head. "He said she's going out with some other guy... that's gotta be messed up too."

"Geez. Poor guy," Sarah said. "I mean, his girlfriend having a thing for his cousin? And then finding some other guy right away?"

Dean shrugged. "She's young. Like you. I don't see why anyone has to be so serious about a relationship anyways."

"We're not that young," Donna said tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"What are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Yeah," Donna said.

"Trey's twenty-two. He tell you that?" Dean asked raising a brow.

"We haven't really had a chance to really get to know each other. We just met," Sarah said with a blush wondering if the bartender had seen her and Demetrio lip locked.

Dean raised an eyebrow again. "Don't rush into anything. He's a good kid but he's older than you," he said patting her shoulder and then walked away.

Sarah looked around for Demetrio from her place at the bar and then found him in the corner of the bar by the blonde that had been eying her. Demetrio appeared over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. The blonde shook her head and spun to him angrily. She went to slap him and he grabbed her wrist before it made contact.

"Ut oh," Donna whispered to Sarah.

He pulled the blonde to the corner of the room.

"What do you think they are arguing about?" Donna asked.

"I don't know," Sarah said and strained to hear over the sound of loud music and loud conversation.

"Stay the hell away from her!" Trey said.

"Or what?!"

"Let's just say you won't be missing Max much longer."

"Et tu, Trey?"

"Don't say anything! I mean it. Not anything to Sal!"

"Like what? That this girl looks uncannily like the new witch of Witch Hill? Or is it the same girl but she can grow her hair twelve inches over night?"

"She can grow her hair over night," Trey answered.

"Right."

"Ramona, please. I've never asked you anything. Ever. In five hundred years. Not once. But I'm asking you now. Don't say anything to Sal about her."

"Oh, relax," she said pushing his shoulder with a smile.

He sighed. "You won't say anything?"

"What's there to say?" Ramona said with a shrug. "Just another notch in your belt, right?"

"Thank you," He said kissing her cheek.

"Love you too, baby," she said putting her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "We're making somebody jeal-ous," she sang turning and entwined her arm into his.

"You think?" he asked with a smile glancing over at Sarah who did seem to look jealous. Sarah looked down. "Come on," he said moving forward. "I don't want her thinking I'm with you."

"I'm honored," Ramona said touching her fingertips to her heart. "Introducing me to them?"

"Not a word."

Ramona laughed.

"Sarah." He said reaching her. Sarah looked up. "This is an old friend of mine. Ramona."

"Nice to meet you," Sarah said turning to her.

"Likewise," Ramona said stretching a hand to shake Sarah's the other remaining wrapped in Trey's arm.

"Dean!" Trey called over the bar. "The finest!"

"Yours?" Dean asked.

"Good God, man!" Trey said in disbelief.

Dean pointed at him with a smile. "On it."

"Thank you," Ramona said glaring at a woman in the stool next to them until she moved. Ramona took her seat. "1856, Tuscan Hills, warm if you have it, Dean," Ramona called to him.

Dean brought a glass of wine over and set it in front of Ramona. "1910. Best I've got. You think you're in a classy restaurant? Luckily for you I ordered that special. You and Trey got expensive taste."

She shrugged. "Oh, well, thank you, darling. This is good enough," she said with a smile.

Trey sat down on the seat between Ramona and Sarah.

"I'll leave you kids alone," Ramona said taking her glass and got up kissing Trey on the cheek. "Be careful, Demetrio," she said softly squeezing his shoulder.

"I will. Thanks," he said patting her hand.

Ramona looked over at Sarah and then back at him. "Good luck," she said with a smile and walked away.

"Old girlfriend?" Donna asked him.

"Who? Ramona?" Trey asked her in disbelief.

"Yes. Ramona."

Trey chuckled. "No one in their right mind would date Ramona," he said taking a drink.

"What about sleep with?" Donna asked.

Trey choked on his soda. Sarah pounded him on his back. "Thanks," he looked over at Donna wiping his mouth on a napkin from the bar. "No, I've never slept with her either," he said crumpling the napkin up.

"Why not? She's gorgeous."

"Donna!" Sarah protested.

"She's not my type," Trey said taking another drink taking it in slower this time.

"What is?" Donna asked glancing at Sarah.

"Okay, enough, Donna. You're asking him too many personal questions."

Trey shrugged. "She's just concerned that I'm out to corrupt you," Trey told Sarah with a grin.

"Are you? You got this bad boy image down pretty pat," Donna said looking him over.

"What? Because I like to wear black?" He said looking over his clothes. Black leather pants a black tee-shirt, and black boots.

"Are those leather pants?" Donna asked.

"I'm Italian. Sue me," he said rolling his eyes. His cell phone rang. "Excuse me," he said reaching into his pocket and pulling it out. He looked at the caller id, turned off the ringer and slipped it back in his pocket.

"You can answer it," Sarah said.

"It's okay. It's not important."

"How do you know?"

The phone rang again. "Excuse me, again," he said annoyed. He pulled it out putting it to his ear. "What?" He demanded. "Rave, look, I told Em that I'll be there when I'm good and ready. What? No. I'll be gone a few days. None of your business. I'm not! Geez! Well, have Em...Look, I can't talk about it right now! I'm not doing anything! Look, I'm with someone ok? I'll talk to you later. And tell Em to leave me alone too," he said shutting the phone and stuffed it in his pocket gruffly.

"Everything ok?" Sarah asked concerned.

"Yeah," he said pinching his eyes closed putting a hand to him. "Shit. I better go or they won't leave me alone all night," he said sliding off the stool.

"Oh. Okay," Sarah said sliding off her stool as well.

"Um, can I talk to you?" he said glancing over at Donna.

"Yeah, yeah, I know when I'm not wanted," Donna said getting off the stool and walked away.

"Can I see you again?" he asked putting a hand to her waist and pulled her closer.

"Yeah," Sarah said softly as she looked into his honey brown eyes. How could she say no to a Greek god who was asking to see her...her!

He smiled. "Great. I'm sorry I've got to run. I..."

"No, it's ok. It sounded like you have something to take care of."

"Yeah, it's just..."

"Business?"

"Yeah, sort of," he glanced over at the bartender. "What's Dean been telling you?"

"Not much. Just that you owned a few vineyards. And you just broke up with your girlfriend."

"I should know better than to talk to a bartender."

"It's okay. I mean, that you just broke up with someone. I'm not looking for a ... commitment or anything."

Trey smiled lightly. "Okay. Sounds good."

"You're twenty-two?"

"That a problem?"

"I'm only eighteen. Nearly nineteen!" she added hoping it wouldn't be a problem she was younger than him. "Is it a problem for you?"

"Not at all," he said stepping in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Can I get your number?" he asked stepping back.

"Yeah," she said blushing and he held out his phone for her to dial it in. He took it back from her and programmed her name to go along with it.

"I'll call you later," he said kissing her cheek.

"Okay," she said blushing again.

He couldn't get over it. Sam could take his flirting and gave it back as equally hard as he did. Sarah, he just looked at her and she blushed. "You going to hang around here?" He asked putting his phone in his pocket.

"Maybe for awhile. Why?"

"Just wondering. So I know when to call you tonight."

"Oh," Sarah said with a smile liking that he was planning on calling her that same night. "I don't know it depends on what Donna's plans are, I guess."

"Just don't let any other guy hit on you. I need a fair shot. I didn't get much time with you," he said putting his arms around her.

"No other guy is going to hit on me."

He grabbed her by the chin to look at her eyes. "You have no idea how beautiful you are; do you?" He asked.

Sarah blushed and avoided his eyes embarrassed. He leaned down and kissed her. "Bye, gorgeous."

"Bye."