I keep staring in his half open grey eyes when they suddenly widen in disbelief, amazement and unsureness but the next thing I know I'm being scooped of my current position and tightly wrapped in a pair of strong arms. Dumbfounded, I forget breathing and stay still as feel his harsh breath on the side of neck as where he has buried his face.

I am too stunned to response. I am feeling too much at once, so many emotions at the same time. The way his arms feel around me is indescribable, the way his breath giving me shivers is ethereal, the way we fit together is incredible.

Oh my.

Surrounded by his arm is like being hyperactive and soothed. How can he make me nervous and serene at the same time?

I have never felt this way before. The way I'm feeling is beyond words. For the first time in long time I'm feeling like I'm home, it's so surreal. Several unknown sensation are erupting from deep inside me. I can't place all of them but I can fully distinguish one of them. The one that is imperious above others. The one that has me terrified of. The one I don't want to acknowledge but I need to.

There are two things in our life that are unpredictable. First one is accidents, when it happens it'll either bang up with us or bang us up for good. Second one is Love, when it happens, there no choice at all. Like a storm it'll come and tear us apart, it will shatter us beyond repair. Like a one strong wind it just blows us away, no question asked. It sucks our entire being and leave us dry as nuts. The funny thing is we are left begging for more. Doesn't matter how much it hurts.

I know it because this is exactly how I'm feeling at the instant. This is what happening to me and I can't deny that I'm falling. I'm falling in love with Romero King and I'm scared. So scared of it.

You made your bed now lie on it.

My terrifying intuitions breaks free when I hear him murmur in between my neck, "I'm sorry Ray. I'm so fucking sorry for everything. I'm sorry for every wrong word I used toward you. I'm sorry for every shit I did to you. Believe me, my intention were never to hurt you, far from it. I just wanted to push you away, but how could it happen when I couldn't even stay from you? Everything was my fault not your, never your. Please forgive me Ray." He is rambling, drunk ramble, but with each word he keep tightening his arms as if I'd flow away if he loosen it.

I certainly like drunk King better.

I sigh in content as I inhale his scent but my mind is running to keep with my emotions, its hard to when his every develops some more, "I'm sorry too for saying those horrible things to you. You are not monster or heartless, not even close. Yes you are a bit rough but not evil."

And I'm falling for you.

How would he react to this? Does he feel same for me or better yet does he feel anything for me? Most of the meaningful thing I've heard from him are in his drunken state. When he is sober its hard to reach him, he becomes untouchable. I do really hope that one day, I could touch him from inside out.

I guess I just have to wait and watch what future holds for us. But for now I want revel myself in the emotions I've for him so I'm going to indulge my heart to celebrate itself.

And celebrate it does.

He slowly pulls away, still keeping his arm on my waist, loosening them slightly as he stare in my eyes with such intently that I almost want to close my own, "No don't. You shouldn't apologize to me, not for anything. Whatever you said was true, I'm such a worthless piece of shit. I wish I was not so fucked up-"

I don't give him any chance to finish the rubbish he was uttering about himself and practically attacked his mouth with the new found confidence in me. I pour all my emotions along with newly discovered one in this kiss. He reacts just as instantly, reciprocating with his own ferocity. It feels divine and damn if it is not the best kiss I've ever had. It feels like a dynamite just blasted.

At this blissful moment I touch his face with my palms, closing my eyes and let myself forget in this consuming movement of our lips. Our lips speak for us in a very sensual way as they move slowly, passionately and fervidly against each other. He deepens it pulling me closer, squeezing me tightly against his hard body, we are so close that I can feel almost every part of him touching me, it's as if he doesn't want anything that could keep us apart, neither do I. And it feels like there is nothing between us. Like nothing could ever come between us.

When his tongue touches mine, it's electric and cosmic. I taste strong whiskey in it but even that tastes addictive. It stirs my heart, my blood and my soul. I feel it everywhere. Compared to his other kisses this one is heart consuming and earth-shattering kiss and I love it because it contains my flourish love for him.

Mmm

Delicious.

When the need of oxygen become necessary, I start to pull away. A deep rumble escape from his chest as he groans in protest and very reluctantly he tears his lips away from me but doesn't release his complete hold on me. We both fight our will to stay calm as we take deep breaths. I open my eyes and look at his face. I can't even describe the way different emotions flickers throughout his face, with eyes closed.

I see shock, confusion, admiration, awe and many more. I gently brush the slight dirt from his right cheek and his eyes snap open. My breath caught in my throat and my stomach tightens in knot when I see the bundle of affection and tenderness in them.

Jesus!

This feel surreal, for him to have such affections for me. It is haven.

I am in Paradise.

But the reality always strike.

From my peripheral view, I catch the sight of a black car approaching us before it stops at a distance, a big man in suit comes out and stands beside it without any word. He doesn't even make a move to come forward.

I look at Romero, "There is a car-"

He cuts me off, "How did you find me?" He asks, staring deep in my eyes.

"I called Slade. He knew about this place so I asked him to take me with him."

He snorts, muttering, "Of course it'd be Slade. He is the only one who would dare to leave you here alone with me, even knowing my condition."

What does that suppose to mean?

I don't dwell on it before adding, "He said Paul, your security will be here and I think by that car, its him." I nod at the direction the man is standing.

He stands up, tugging my hand he pulls me up too,"He will wait. Come with me, I want to show you something."

He starts to move but staggers on mid step. I catch with him before he could fall, "Careful," I say softly, drawing him a bit against me.

We start to move the direction he points, I steal a quick glance back to see the man still standing stoically, like a statue. When we reach the certain point where Romero wanted but I see not nothing but dozens of trees around me.

I turn to him and find him already looking at me, I furrows in confusion, "What did you want to show me?"

Shaking his head, he leans forward, I fight an urge to shiver, "Do you hear something?" Whispering, he tucks my hairs behind my ears.

I scowl, not understanding him but then I hear it. I hear it coming from my front view which is covered in thick branches of trees. I take step forward and feel Romero stumbles behind me, coming along.

When I reach at the end I push the branches aside and gasp.

Oh my goodness.

My hand flies to my mouth as I stare the scene ahead me. I remain stun for few moments and then I breath out, "It's beautiful."

From where I'm standing, I see a lake twinkling in radiance of moon. Tiny droplets of water on grass are sparkling like pearls but the most beautiful thing is the reflection of moon. It looks alluring, like moon itself has walked down to the earth. Like its emerging from water. This view leaves Kent fall behind it, far behind it. I could spend my forever here.

He hums beside me brings me back to the life, he comments, "Indeed." But his burning gaze stays on me and I feel my face redden at the sheer intensity of his eyes.

Few minutes later, he steps forward by the edge and I fear if he falls, but he bends down and remove more branches. He sits on a rock and motions me to come forward, "Come here."

I go to him and sit on another rock beside him. He points at somewhere ahead of us, "Look there."

I turn to where he is pointing and my eyes widen, "Are those fireflies?!" I ask excitedly.

He lets out a quite laugh and says, "Yeah. They are."

"They look exquisite." I murmur under my breath. I continue to watch them as they fly around illuminating there path. This night couldn't possibly be more beautiful, I wander as I take in scenery in front of me.

Some peaceful moment of starring at oblivion, I turn to the enigma beside, "Tell me about this place." I question hoping to get an answer.

He is drunk. He will answer you everything.

I disagree.

I don't think he'd answer everything, drunk or not. He'd tell what he wants to or what he doesn't say in his sober state due to his stoic persona.

I need so many answers to solve him and I'm gonna ask him whatever I could. I just hope I don't overstep the line.

He glance at me from the corner of his eyes, "I found this place during my first year. I was drunk and angry, angry at the whole fucking world, I just drove around. I don't remember how I ended up here but I felt so peaceful here. It was so calm and soothing. And the next thing I remember Slade waking me up after tracking my car. This is how it became a solace for me."

I remain quiet not knowing what to say and just stare him. I realise he and Slade seem to have a pretty great friendship. I'm glad he has someone who backs him up.

He takes a deep breath before pinning me with his piercing gaze, "Why did you come here Ray? Why did you come for me?"

I swallow hard, not anticipating this question. How do I answer to this? I don't even know what in reality made me come here.

Why did I come here at first place?