I felt the burning in my calves, noticing the tiny mist of sweat on my forehead as I watched myself and the other dancers in the mirror. I was allowing the music to overtake my mind and body as we continued to run through our dances one last time. Everything was coming along great, all the steps and the movements were tight and practiced. I was growing more and more excited for the Recital this Saturday, we just had to suffer through dress rehearsal tomorrow and then wait twenty-four hours for the show.

The song ended and I found myself extremely satisfied with our rehearsal today. Everyone was here, including the guys because I had wanted to rehearse Freakshow before tomorrow. Excitement was in the air and they all knew we had looked great.

As I dismissed them they seemed to linger, talking about the recital in a few days as the anticipation got to them. I began packing up as Maria approached me, "So how are you feeling about everything?"

I stood, slinging my bag over my shoulder, "I feel really good, actually. Everything looks awesome."

She bounced next to me, "I'm so excited."

I rolled my eyes, "I am too... except over dress rehearsal but..."

Maria nudged me, "Oh it won't be that bad."

"It's always that bad."

"I know," she answered, causing a laugh to be exchanged between the both of us.

We walked out of the studio and down the stairs, seeing Drew wiping down a machine. I felt Maria nudge me, "How have you and Drew been?"

I smiled at the question, honestly thinking that we had been doing fantastic since Friday. Taking things slow was hard but I was constantly telling myself that it was going to be worth it. This was something new for us, and if I wanted Drew to be comfortable with me it was going to take time. I didn't know how much time, but that was okay.

I nodded, "Great actually, what about you and Demarcus?"

I looked over to her and watched her cheeks redden, which could only mean one thing. She just nodded and barely answered, "Great."

"You did it, didn't you?"

"Did what?"

I hissed while grabbing her arm, "You gave it up?!"

She put her hand over my mouth while laughing, pinching me in the process, "Bree don't judge me okay."

I laughed, actually a bit jealous of my best friend. I was dying to take it further with Drew, and keeping my boundaries proved to be more difficult than I had initially expected. She could be so alluring at times, and those looks she gave me... just thinking about it made me antsy.

I shook my head, "I would never."

She gave me a dry look before continuing, "I actually like him, a lot."

Maria wasn't the one to open up to people all of a sudden, and I knew how she was. So for her to say this about Demarcus proved to me that she actually did like him. I just hoped he didn't screw her over, or that she didn't mess up whatever they had going on.

A lot of people ruin great things for absolutely no reason, and it was depressing.

I teased, "You've got it bad, huh?"

"I think so."

"Is he coming to the recital Saturday?"

She nodded, "Yea I bought him a ticket, figured he'd sit with Drew."

I agreed internally, passing Drew as she gave me her signature smirk while I walked Maria out of the gym. In just that tiny moment my legs had gone weak, and I had decided that I was never going to get used to the feelings she gave me. If anything they were just going to get worse, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle it.

She looked back at me as her ride pulled up, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded, "We'll suffer together."

She rolled her eyes, "Stop being negative."

I waved her off, knowing she was probably right. I hated dress rehearsal but maybe it wouldn't be that bad, it was just really hectic and I hated it. The amount of stress we had to endure within those few hours literally made you want to rip your hair out and set the damn stage on fire.

But the recital would be a mess without it.

I walked back into the studio, setting my dance bag next to Drew's black booksack on the front counter. The gym was empty now, and I wasn't sure if there was anyone else here besides me and Drew. Considering it was a little past nine, I figured whoever the manager was trusted Drew enough for her to lock up alone. She had been working here for three years, so maybe she had a little authority here now.

I watched her walk out of the studio on the second floor, hanging over the balcony railing as she called out, "Lock the front and come up."

I complied willingly, turning back towards the entrance and flipping the dead bolt. What could she possibly want to show me? Even though I wasn't quite ready to go home I was kind of tired, but I hated telling Drew no, and I wasn't starting now.

I jogged tiredly back up the stairs as I made it to the entrance door, seeing her kicking her shoes off. I watched her turn to me and hold out her hand, "I want to dance with you."

I felt my heart beat quicken at the sound of her voice, wondering how on earth I could ever say no. Her hair was half pulled back while half of it was draped around her shoulders, and her aura was sweet and exciting. Drew usually wasn't like this, so taking advantage of the situation was a must on my part.

And I honestly loved dancing with her.

I kicked off my shoes as well, smiling as I took her hand. I heard Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer play through the speakers around the room. She pulled me into her as I looked up, asking quietly, "Since when?"

She shrugged, "Since you're the only one I feel comfortable enough with to do such a thing."

I could feel myself blush at her response, shaking my head in adoration.

She whispered, "You're blushing."

I rolled my eyes, "Can you blame me?"

"No, it's cute."

This probably only caused me to blush harder, as I heard the song switch from the verse to the chorus. Drew smiled down at me as she twirled me out, allowing me to spin back into her with my back against her chest. Her dancing was so smooth, as if she had never quit, and I realized she was someone I could really move with and feel completely natural.

It took a special kind of dancer to do that.

I spun out again, coming face to face with her as I felt her breath on me. We were close, and the undeniable electricity was racing through my veins, the heat filling me up and making me feel as if I was going to burst. Her touch simply sent me over the edge, and God the way she was looking at me right now was magnificent.

She asked, "Are you excited for Saturday?"

I smiled, nodding slightly, "Of course I am."

"I'm excited to watch. I haven't been to a recital in so long."

"You'll enjoy it," I answered softly, "I promise."

She gave me her closed mouth smile, teasing me as I silently begged her to show me the full one I loved. I was convinced she knew that it drove me crazy, and I wondered internally if she liked to do it on purpose. I didn't mind, and it made the chase for her all the more exhilarating. Her walls were high and tough to climb, and when you did there would be a lot of dark things you wouldn't be prepared for.

Although, even when she had her demons she also had her angels. It was like going through the dark tunnel and you were running as hard and fast as you could towards the light. It felt like the longest journey you've ever been on, but it was worth it in the end.

She gazed down at me, "I've been thinking about that trip to Boston you mentioned..."

I found myself caught off guard because I hadn't expected her to bring this up because she hadn't spoken about it since last Friday. I had figured that she didn't want to, which was fine, so I had refused to bring it up again.

She continued, "Next weekend... Are you free?"

I was surprised but I nodded willingly, feeling the excitement rise in my chest. I nodded, "I should be."

Smiling widely this time she responded, "Figured I'd rent a car and we can drive out Friday afternoon, spend Saturday and come back that night."

I just looked at her, envious over how she had planned this inside her head. It sounded great, and I knew she needed to go, and she knew that too. Spending the weekend with her would be fun and hopefully relaxing, and suddenly I had something to look forward after our recital Saturday.

I agreed, "That sounds amazing, but what about Milo?"

She shrugged, "I'll get Demarcus to dog sit. He'd like the extra cash anyway."

She seemed to have everything planned out, which relieved a bit of stress on my part. I felt slightly guilty considering it had been my idea, but I figured Drew was a slight control freak, which led to her making the arrangements.

I asked, "Should I prepare anything?"

"The story you're going to tell your sister," she answered, a worried look plastered on her face.

I knew she was worried about Jada finding out about us and not liking it, but I knew she was right about my story. I hated lying but Jada had an ill spirit towards Drew, at least for now, so lying seemed necessary. Which sucked, tremendously.

I nodded, "Right."

The song ended but once again Drew didn't let go immediately. I didn't want to, so I would leave the decision to her, but there was something binding us together. The blazing heat filled the room. It was radiating off of me and Drew, and suddenly I felt compelled to kiss her again.

Drew wasn't the affectionate type, which I had been with before and was okay with, but it sucked whenever I kind of was. I liked the touching and the kissing and the holding, but I couldn't blame Drew for her ways.

She obviously had her reasons.

But oddly enough her hands continued to sit on my hips, as if they were attached permanently. Feeling her hands on me made something light deep in my stomach, a feeling I wasn't used to.

I heard her whisper through the loud sound of my beating heart, "What are you thinking?"

I looked up, my eyes settling on her lips for a second before moving to her eyes. They reminded me of the Gulf Coast beaches, that beautiful sea blue-green tint where you could see the submerged half of your body because the water was so clear.

I answered, "Nothing really."

She teased, "Liar."

I teased back, "Maybe so."

She smirked again, this time a little more playful than before. I could feel her grip on me tighten, as if she was fighting something inside her head. I didn't want to force her to do anything so I stood still, hoping she fought back her fear and kissed me already. My body was parched, dried up and screaming for Drew, as if her kiss would be the rain storm I desperately needed to survive.

She demanded, "Tell me."

This was her controlling side, the side I had begun to take notice to often now. It wasn't bad, and even though it was intimidating it wasn't scary. Frightening me wasn't her intention, but she wanted to know what I was thinking, which was fine with me.

"You don't like to be teased," I answered, "But you like to tease me."

I could see something shift behind her eyes, as if she knew exactly what I was talking about. She refused to deny my comment, which led me to believe I had rendered her speechless. I liked teasing Drew but I was figuring out her boundaries, which could very well be a dangerous task.

She answered, "Is that what you were thinking?"

I smiled playfully, "Maybe."

"You're frustrating."

"Now you know how I feel."

I watched her jaw tighten but the heat continued to rise between us, and the tension we were fighting began to win. I understood she was battling a lot of negative feelings when it came to intimacy, and I wasn't sure why yet because she hadn't shared what had happened all those years ago. I knew there were dark memories swarming in her head but I knew Drew wanted to experience the good feelings with me, she was just scared. The war in her head was raging on, and it could very well be a long time till one side succeeded.

She questioned, "Is it too much?"

I shook my head, "Is what too much?"

"Me, this... the waiting and being patient."

I smirked, knowing she was insecure over this but had no reason to be. I wasn't like the rest, I was different, and only time would show her that. I shook my head, "Drew, if you were too much for me, I would've left a long time ago."

Her eyes darkened a bit at the change in conversation, but she remained herself, "I still think you should change your mind."

"And what fun comes in playing it safe?"

She knew I was stubborn, she had seen that in the month she had known me. I was like her, stuck in my ways, and when I made a decision I tended to stick to it. I wasn't running away, I wasn't scared, and me not being scared of her was something that was new to her.

She shook her head, torn between her feelings, "I want you, I really do, but it's different... it's new, and dealing with it isn't easy."

I shrugged, trying to seem like I didn't care, "I know, which is why I refuse to initiate... I know this already Drew, and I'm fine with it."

I could still feel her hands on my hips while my own were resting behind her neck. All I had to do was pull her into me to kiss her, all I had to do was take control, but I couldn't. You know when someone said, "Whatever you do, don't push the button!" and suddenly everything in your being told you to do so? That explained this situation, and suddenly pulling Drew into me became the only thing I wanted to do.

"You're stubborn, but I like it," she answered.

I laughed slightly, "Why?"

She looked down and then back up, thinking about her response for a second. She nodded, "Because, I think I needed someone like you to come along for a while now."

I just gazed up at her, "Good, so don't push me away."

My hands involuntarily played in her blonde hair, feeling the silkiness fall between my fingers. It was a distraction, something to hopefully force my mind away from pulling her into me. It was so difficult, but I could tell there was something strong in Drew that wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.

We were just holding back for different reasons.

She whispered, "Maybe that's my problem."

"What?"

"The habit of pushing people away," she answered, "Since I can remember I've always been like that. It's gotten worse too..."

Drew was opening up slowly, and like a book all I had to do was take a look and read. She opened herself up to me even when it was difficult, and reading into her was amazing and tragic all at the same time.

I smiled, "Good news is I'm not easy to push away."

Her tiny smile returned, "I know."

By now I was short of breath, my eyes lost in her gaze while my hands were locked in her hair. I felt her hold on my hips tightened, as if she was slowly losing control of her will power to keep distance between us. Even though she was scared she couldn't fight the attraction, it was too strong, and we had known that since we had met each other.

I watched her quickly wet her lips as I bit down on mine; attempting to contain every emotion I was fighting.

She whispered, "I want to kiss you."

"Do it," I responded, almost immediately without any hesitation. I was basically begging her now, my body was trembling from the anticipation. I literally felt as if my heart would stop beating if she didn't.

She pulled my hips into hers then, allowing me to finally pull her face down to mine. Our lips met, time stopped, everything in the room melted away along with any worry I had been thinking about. Nothing mattered when I kissed Drew, all that did was us, and I felt my body finally sigh in relief at her touch.

Her hands held me tightly, not in a manner that hurt me but enough to let me know she really wanted this. I could die happy right now, and when one hand began moving up my side I nearly had a heart attack.

It brushed over my ribs and then inevitably ended up on my cheek, pulling me closer. I felt my pulse quicken, my face grow hot, and the familiar sense of electricity flowing through my veins like blood. Every sense was heightened, and the longer we held the kiss the more intense I noticed it was becoming.

I had to continue telling myself not to get carried away, that if she wanted to take it further I would have to let her do it. I had to contain the excitement I felt in my chest, and I had to give her the opportunity to take charge.

It's what she wanted.

Then I felt her guide me backwards, my back lightly pressing against the wall of the studio. Everything in the room switched, as if we were suddenly on the inside of a furnace. I was burning alive at her touch, but at the same time it was ice, freezing me. I didn't understand the emotions and sensations but I let them overtake me anyway.

My hands grabbed her shirt, pulling her closer to me by the collar as I felt something in her kiss darken. She didn't pull away out of fear but instead allowed her body to press tightly against me, completely pinning me against the wall. I was excited and intimidated all at the same time, wondering if I would be able to handle whatever was coming my way. Drew was strong, and she had never taken us this far yet.

My core throbbed as her teeth lightly bit down on my lip, sending me into a different state of mind. My hands released her collar and tried to move back to her neck but her own hands actually caught my wrists, pinning them above my head. Her face was close, our noses touching as she stopped kissing me, obviously catching how carried away we had gotten.

Her grip on my wrists weren't tight but they screamed control, they were warning me that Drew was that type of person. It intimidated me but once again it didn't scare me like it probably should've. I wouldn't change my mind about her unless something drastic happened, and I didn't think it would ever get that bad.

Her breathing was deep as our foreheads touched. She whispered, "Tell me why I tense up when you touch me."

It wasn't a request but more of a demand; a distressed order in which she desperately needed an answer. I could tell she wanted to understand herself, and apparently I seemed as if I understood her more than she did. She was looking to me for answers, and I was frantically searching for them.

With my hands still pinned above my head I whispered, "Because you've been hurt."

She shook her head, "But I want you to touch me... and then I change my mind..."

I signaled up to my hands and smiled playfully, "I can see that."

She let them go, allowing me to let them fall back to my sides. She whispered sadly, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to-"

"Don't be sorry," I interrupted, "You like control, and I'm letting you have it."

She knew that I understood her and her ways, and that it didn't scare me. A look of gratefulness passed her features, and she shook her head, "I'm sorry I'm so weird."

I touched her face, pulling her beautiful eyes back to me, "Stop apologizing, you don't need to."

She showed me a heartwarming smile, letting me know that we were slowly getting somewhere. I didn't mind Drew taking control, I had allowed it plenty of times with other people, and it kind of turned me on. If she felt as if she needed to control the intimacy then I would allow her until she felt comfortable enough to give me some of my control back. She wasn't used to me, she was scared, and controlling your fears was one way to subdue them.

She nodded, "Thank you."

I leaned up to kiss her soft lips I craved so much, "Let's go before Jada calls me."

~ ~ ~ ~

My group and I were waiting impatiently to perform our final number and honestly I was ready to get the hell out of here. I was crammed between Maria and Jordi, all of us wearing our costumes for our Freakshow dance because after all, this was dress rehearsal.

Maria whined, "Oh my God when does this dance end?"

I was watching the dance number going on before us, and I realized they had been dancing for a while. I figured it was because they were the classically trained students and they always seemed to get priority over us non-classical students.

Our individual numbers couldn't exceed a certain amount of time.

Jordi mumbled next to me, "You look hot in your costume."

I rolled my eyes, "Are you fishing for a compliment?"

I heard Maria laugh next to me as Jordi scoffed, "You're so rude."

I shrugged, "Stress does that to me."

"Could've at least said thank you."

He was playing but right now my tolerance was extremely low, and I was hot and cramped and the last thing I wanted was to be dealing with his shit. I looked him over and sarcastically responded, "Thank you, for annoying me and making me uncomfortable."

This caused Maria to laugh even more as I heard the stage announcer scream.

"Bree's group, you're up!"

I grabbed Maria's arm in excitement, thanking Heaven that our last turn had finally come.After we would change, leave our costumes and head home, tired and exhausted from this long Friday afternoon.

My group and I hustled onto the stage, taking positions as the lights dimmed. My mind was scattered but I knew as soon as the music came on I would snap into the character I was required to play.

Then I heard our song slam through the speakers, my pulse quickening as we started our choreographed steps. There was something all of us shared in this moment, whenever we were dancing together. We all loved it, and personally it was my escape from reality and all of my worries. For three minutes I was in a different world, a different person, and getting lost in a dance was one of my favorite things to do.

Moving around the stage I caught a glimpse of Maria and Jeremy, dancing together as one like I had directed weeks ago. She smiled at me slightly before I moved around, feeling the bass pump through the room.

The climax of the dance arrived, my group falling into their final steps before allowing the song to end. It always felt as if the dances never lasted long enough, like I could go on forever with all the adrenaline that was pumping through me.

We finished and froze as the song ended, the lights dimming as we shuffled off of stage. My heart was pumping as we made it, hearing claps of excitement as my group returned to take off their costumes.

"I absolutely loved that," I heard one of the other dancers say, waiting to go on stage and perform.

I nodded, thanking them silently as I went to take off my costume. Although it was made for a dancer some of the material really dug into my skin, which wasn't comfortable at all. Thankfully it was my last costume, and wearing it long was unnecessary.

I shuffled to the back room and began changing out of my costume, hearing Maria besides me, "I'm so glad this is over."

I looked at her, smiling, "I thought you said it wouldn't be that bad."

She rolled her eyes as I quoted her from yesterday, "Yea well I forgot how stressful dress rehearsal really is."

I pulled my sweats on along with my long sleeved T shirt and jacket, ready to head home and immediately thinking about Drew. I didn't know what she was up to right now, but since it was already 9:30 I figured she might be asleep.

But when I checked my phone I had a message from her, "Hope you're not going insane at rehearsal, can't wait for tomorrow."

I smiled, responding a little something as I grabbed Maria's arm while hurrying out of the performance hall. I was ready to get home and crash, and tomorrow we would have to be here three hours before the actual recital, which technically started at 6:00. A last minute run down would finalize our night, and then the recital itself would last about three hours total with a twenty minute intermission.

I was excited, but right now my body was begging me for sleep.

Maria and I caught a taxi, and the driver started towards Maria's place first. I didn't mind considering Maria lived maybe five to ten minutes away from me so we wouldn't be in the cab long.

I looked at Maria over at Maria who was probably texting Demarcus but I grabbed her attention, "So Drew and I are going to spend next weekend in Boston."

Her eyes quickly looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow at me, "For?"

I shrugged, "It's Drew's hometown and I've never been, so we're making a trip out of it."

I could see something in her eyes, the curiosity of the situation overtaking her mind. I spared a lot of details when it came to Drew, mostly because Drew was... different. I didn't want Maria to be all up in her business either, even though I desperately wanted someone to talk to about Drew.

She nodded, "That sounds like fun."

Then she wiggled her eyebrows.

I shoved her, "Stop being weird."

"Sure."

Then my phone vibrated again, signaling I had received a text message. I smiled to myself as I thought about Drew lying in her bed and texting me. I figured she would've gone to sleep but I honestly didn't mind her staying awake to talk to me.

Then to my surprise it wasn't Drew's name on my phone.

My skin grew cold at the sight of the unsaved number on my screen, already knowing who it was. That number had been etched into my brain eight years ago, and even now after  three years of not speaking to Ashley I still felt my stomach churn.

Maria must've noticed because she leaned over and asked, "Who's that?"

I shook my head, staring down at the daring text that read, "I'm coming to New York this weekend. I'd like to see you."

I still didn't answer Maria, which led to her asking me again, but forcefully this time, "Bree, who is that?"

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I felt my heart beating right out of my chest. I felt like I was going to throw up as I whispered, "Ashley."

"Are you serious?"

I looked up at Maria, anger clear in her eyes as she snatched my phone and deleted the message. If there was anyone that despised Ashley more than me, it was Maria, and what she had was pure hate. I still had my hard feelings for Ashley, but not Maria, and she made that very clear.

She ordered, "Do not text her back."

I nodded, "I wasn't... I just don't understand..."

Maria's hand landed on my shoulder out of comfort, "She's fucking with your mind, Bree. That's what she does."

I was breathing deeper, trying to calm my heart down as I leaned back into the leather seat of the cab. I closed my eyes, the room spinning because of all the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Just a simple text message from her had set me off, what would happen if I actually saw her in person?

Why was she even coming to the city? And why would she even have the audacity to text me and ask to see me? Did she honestly think I would've agreed to meet with her? After three fucking years?

We unfortunately pulled up to Maria's place, and I could tell she didn't want to leave just yet but the cab driver was growing impatient. She whispered at me while she grabbed her money, "Don't let her get to you, boo, and if she does go to Drew's, or call me."

I nodded, trying to stay strong and make it seem like I would be alright but I honestly wasn't sure. I was pissed, hurt, sad, and all kinds of other emotions I hadn't felt in a long time. She honestly knew how to really ruin my fucking day.

Maria paid the cab driver and kissed my cheek, "It's okay."

Then I was left alone in the cab to deal with all of my fucked up emotions alone.

I was more pissed than anything, mostly because I still hated her and she honestly had no right to text me and say that. I didn't want to see her, I never wanted to see her again, but I knew it was because we had never gotten any closure. I had never got answers, and I had never gotten to rest my confused mind over this whole break up.

I thought that after three years I would've been okay, that I wouldn't have reacted the way I had, but I had obviously been wrong.

A part of me really wanted to text Drew, ask her if it would be okay to come over because I really didn't want to be alone. Then I figured I had a long day tomorrow and I wasn't going to be getting any sleep. I was torn, but the debate in my head was raging on.

Would Drew let me come over? I didn't see why not, but immediately my thoughts went to Jada and how she was going to want to know where I had been.

I raked my hand through my tangled hair, wishing a decision like this wouldn't have to be a decision at all. I knew Drew but not on this level.

Then I realized that I was scared, and this feeling was the very reason I had run away all those years ago. The answer would always be no if I never asked, and maybe Drew was still up.

I slid my phone open and dialed her number immediately, hearing it ring two or three times before her tired voice came over the phone. "Breanna?"

I sighed a breath of relief at her answering, already feeling a little better. I asked, "Drew, can I come over?"

She didn't hesitate, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I answered honestly, "No, I'm not..."

"Are you home? Want me to come get you?"

I felt my heart ache at the worry in her voice, "N-No, I'm uh, in a taxi right now."

"Come over."

I ordered the taxi driver to head over to Drew's, his annoyance not phasing me one bit. I couldn't go home, and as I texted Jada that I was staying at Maria's I wondered what I was going to tell Drew. It seemed so petty, a simply text from Ashley setting me off like that, but it had and I had no idea why.

I didn't want to seem like a sensitive person because I really wasn't, but Ashley knew how to play with all of my nerves, and she still did it so well.

Soon we arrived at Drew's and I hurried to pay, tipping him significantly because I knew I had driven him all through the city. As I climbed out of the cab I grabbed my things, wandering timidly up Drew's steps and knocking on her door.

It took all but two seconds for her to reveal her sleepy but worried figure. I immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry, I just-"

Her strong arm pulled me into her, not even allowing me opportunity to finish as she closed the door with her other hand. She looked down at me, "Don't apologize. I don't mind this, at all."

I smiled to myself, feeling the horrible thoughts and emotions fade away at her touch. It was one of the main reasons I enjoyed Drew's presence, she fought away my demons, and I instantly wondered if I did the same for her.

She locked the door and faced me, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head as the toxic feelings returned, "She texted me... after three years. She wants to see me."

I could see a good bit of darkness in Drew's eyes, even though her living room was dimly lit. I figured she knew exactly who she was talking about too because she shook her head, "Why?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I deleted her text."

Her eyes just stared me down, as if she was holding back what she really wanted to say. I could tell she didn't want me to see my ex, and she had her reasons, but I could see something else hidden in her eyes. She whispered, "Let's go upstairs."

I followed her willingly, wondering what was going through her mind as she led me up to her room. I felt bad for intruding but Drew really didn't seem to mind, and then I remembered how I had been there for her whenever she had broken down. Maybe she wanted to be there for me, and if that was the case I figure we were both on the same path.

She turned, "Go shower... Do you want something to eat?"

I shook my head as I watched her rummage through her drawers to pull out something for me to wear. She handed me the clothes as I sighed, "Thank you."

She smiled, "I'll be waiting."

I felt my heart flutter under her gaze, knowing that Drew genuinely cared and that I wasn't the only one. I was grateful, but now I was anxious, because here I was about to spend the night with her again.

Except this time the subject matter was me, and I wasn't' sure how I felt about that.