It had been quite a while since Alex had had that nightmare.

A few months.

Over the course of these few months, I have gotten two more text messages.

One of them said, 'Not yours.' and the other said 'Remember.'

I was currently walking towards Alex's home, a small bag of cookies in my hands.

It was a nice day out, and I was enjoying the warm weather that only reared its head every so often.

My brain was ever so slightly scattered with thoughts, but  I thought that I was doing alright.

I stopped having nightmares about the men in the bar, and I wasn't as paranoid anymore, though I sometimes got that feeling that someone was watching me, I just focused on my goal and I could move past it, and right now?

Right now my goal was to make it to Alex's house, and to hug him for five minutes.

He had been gone for a few days, visiting some family, and he came back the night before today, but was too tired to greet anyone.

I reached his front door, and just as I was about to knock, I heard a loud voice from inside.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I heard him growl.

I kept listening, but I couldn't hear any more of his voice.

I frowned and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes, Alex finally answered the door, hair looking a slight mess.

He'd been tugging at it, again.

"Alex, what's going on?"

He looked at me blank for a moment.

"I was watching wrestling."

...

Wrestling.

Right.

I eyed him for a moment and then shoved the bag of cookies to his chest.

"Welcome home." I said.

He looked down at the bag and smiled, then he tossed them aside and quickly and almost startlingly wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me as he closed the door.

I laughed and he set me down, pushing me against a wall and pressing his lips to mine.

"It's been so long..." he said, breath fanning my face.

"It's been five days." I whispered back.

"I'm a romantic." he whispered back, shrugging as he pressed his lips to mine again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss.

He parted for a moment. "Jump." he whispered.

I grabbed his shoulders and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed me against the wall once again.

He parted from my lips and pressed his lips to my neck, biting down softly.

He moved around my neck and I closed my eyes, trying to keep in the sounds that wanted to spill from my lips.

Then, he began walking and he dropped me on the couch, crawling on top of me and continuing his assault on my neck.

Part of me was curious to try and reciprocate these actions on his own neck, but it felt so good that I didn't want to interrupt him.

He bit down on a section of my neck, and it caught me off guard and I felt my face turn beat red as I let a moan escape my lips.

I felt him smile against my skin and he continued assaulting that area, trying to get more sounds from my lips.

His hand massaged my hip and it began to slip into the waist band.

I didn't notice at first, until I felt his fingers slip beneath the band of my pants, feeling him move towards the center of my legs.

I grabbed his wrist quickly and heaved in breaths.

He immediately stopped and backed up, looking at me with caution.

"I'm sorry." he immediately said.

"I just missed you so much, I don't want to push you into anything, but you're just so..."

"Alex, stop." I said.

I grabbed his face with my hands.

"It's okay."

He seemed nervous.

He nodded and hugged me again.

Then, he backed me up and lifted my chin, pressing two fingers softly to certain areas of my neck, and it hurt ever so slightly.

He smirked.

"So pretty."

I blushed.

I felt my blush grow deeper as I pushed against his chest.

I felt my hands shake but I moved my self on top of his lap, and leant forward, nervously pressing my lips to his jawline.

I'd never really done anything like this, but Alex and I were probably to the point where more than a kiss on the lips could happen.

I mimicked his actions, sucking on parts of his neck, and I thought, maybe, his jaw would be a sensitive area?

I latched onto a part just behind his jaw, and I felt his head dip backwards, his hands grip my hips and a noise came from his lips.

It was my turn to smile as I worked along that area.

As things got a bit more heated, Alex backed me up.

"Easy, Tiger." He said, smiling happily.

I nodded.

"Was that? That was nice, yeah?" I asked, nervous.

He pressed two fingers to his neck where a dark mark resided.

He winced slightly.

"Perfect." He said.

He ran his hands up and down my arms and then he smiled sweetly up at me.

He moved a strand of hair away from my face and behind my ear.

"Fuck," he breathed. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too." I replied.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me again.

It was odd, how just a few minutes of kissing and stuff like that made me feel so much closer to him.

We didn't really do things like that, but I suppose we have moved into...

The formalities hurt my head to think about.

"So, how was the trip?" I asked.

"It was alright. Not much to talk about, really." He said.

He then moved me, so he could lay back, still sitting up a bit on the couch, and he pulled me against his chest.

"Just would like to relax and be domestic for a bit." He said, pulling a blanket off the back of the sofa, and draping it over the both of us.

He turned on the TV, and the station that was on, was certainly not the wrestling station.

"I thought you said that you were watching wrestling?" I asked.

I felt him tense.

"I was."

"Not on the television..."

"On my phone." He replied.

"You can hardly work your phone!"

"Sarah," he stopped me, moving me ever so slightly so that I would look at him.

Anxiety could be seen plain as day in his eyes.

"Wha-"

"I want you to move in with me."