"Do you want to head back down?" he asks.

He's got his arm wrapped around me and I've had my head on his chest for the past half an hour. I've just come down from the incredible high of our time together.

"We could do that, or you could just stay here," he says. .

"Like spend the night?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says in almost a whisper.

I prop my chin up on his chest and turn to look at him. His eyes have that look again, he's trying to hold on while he still can. I kind of want to hold on too. I don't think there's any harm in having another night. I think I've gotten him right where I want him and If I'm going to break it off I'll have to do it soon, because I think he's invested.

"I don't have any clothes..."

"You can wear mine," he suggests.

"Okay," I say.

"Okay you'll stay?"

"Okay I'll stay," I say.

He sighs heavily like he's relieved I said yes. I adjust so that he can get up. He walks over to the opened suitcase and pulls out some gray sweats and a black t-shirt.

"Pants will swim on you..."

"I don't need pants," I tell him.

"Oh really now?" he jokes.

I scowl at him, and then stand and pull clothes from his hands. I pull the dress up over my head and throw it on the floor. He comes over and starts kissing my shoulder and neck. I moan.

"You ready for another go?" I joke.

"Always ready," he says.

"Well I'm zonked," I tease with a fake yawn. "Not sure I have enough energy to..." I start to say as he thrusts himself into me, I can already feel him ready for some action.

I giggle because he's doing it jokingly, but it does feel kind of good.

"Your laugh is so sexy," he whispers into my neck.

I close my eyes and roll my head back a moan escapes my lips. Damn why does this have to feel so good? Maybe I should go home, this was a really bad idea.

"I um... just realized I have um... work in the morning," I tell him.

"Oh. So you going to leave without pants?" he questions his fingers find their way to my inner thigh.

I suck in a breath and shivers race down my spine. I need to be strong I have to leave. His finger glides up inside of my panties and teases along the edges.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he whispers into my neck.

He leaves soft kisses along my shoulder, neck and the tips of my ears. My knees buckle, but he holds me steady. I really should... oh my god! I yell out and I can hear him laughing low under his breath.

"Is that necessary?" I ask.

"Is what necessary? Oh touching you?" he questions getting close.

"Mmm," I moan as his finger slips just slightly inside.

"I want you to stay," he says softly.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's fun," he says. "Like our relationship status ... fun..." he says.

"Fun, so we're still at fun right?" I ask. I tense up as he enters me with his finger.

"Still at fun," he whispers. "You still don't want a boyfriend?" he questions.

I shake my head, "No way, I'm having way too much fun," I say.

I spin with him still inside and grab a hold of him, "So are we doing this again?" I question.

"Round two?" he questions.

"Round two," I whisper.

***

After round two and a long shower that included using the shower head for some fun, we finally made it to bed around three in the morning. It's three thirty and I'm still lying here awake as he snores quietly beside me. This has got to be the most confusing thing I've ever done in my life. Not talking to my sister was less confusing. I'm contemplating leaving, I roll over and look at him. He really does look peaceful when he's sleeping. He doesn't look like the same creep that broke Charlene. Broke Charlene. I need to get myself together, I need to get out of here. Maybe I'll leave him a note...

"Why are you still awake?" I hear him say.

His eyes slowly flutter open and he looks at me. His eyes are a little glassy from sleep.

"I don't know," I whisper.

"I can see the steam coming from your brain, you're thinking too hard," he says.

"Funny," I say not smiling.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yes, no, maybe... I've just got a lot going on, coming up. It's nothing. We don't do the serious talk thing right? Fun," I say rambling. "I'm just thinking about the trial that's all, nothing else I swear. Do you have like flour or something I could bake..." A knot forms in my throat, I choke it back. This is insane.

"He's going to rot in jail," he says.

"No, he probably won't. He didn't do anything to ..." my voice breaks and he notices.

"Are you sure that's what's up? I feel like there's more..."

"Yeah, just worried that's all," I half lie.

"Come here," he says.

I lay my head on his chest and he runs a hand through my hair.

"Are you free on Saturday?" I ask.

"Yeah, I uh... think so," he says unsure.

"I have the morning off and it's supposed to be really nice, do you want to go skating with me again?" I ask.

His hand stops for a brief second before continuing. I close my eyes because it feels good.

"Yeah, yeah of course," he says.

"Okay, is um... ten okay?" I say softly.

"Yeah uh... of course ... sounds uh ... good," he says.

Something is way off, I should have escaped when I had the chance. His hand continues to run through my hair and my eyelids are starting to finally grow heavy.

"You out?" he asks.

"Mmm," I moan.

My brain finally shuts down along with everything else and I feel like I'm awake, but not. I hear him ask me again if I'm out, this time I don't have the energy to respond. I feel him kiss the top of my head and then he softly nuzzles his face into my hair.

"Why do you have to be so perfect?" he questions. "I've got to stop falling for you..."

I must be dreaming because I'm pretty sure he said he's falling for me. There's no way he would say something like that. I decide that I'm definitely dreaming and continue to drift off.