It was dark when I woke up. The numbness was gone and I felt my emotional self again. In the darkness I spotted the outline of Jared sitting in his chair that was angled toward the bed when I scanned the room. Slowly I pulled the comforter back and climbed out of the bed. I walked quietly over to where he sat and stopped to gaze down at him. He was asleep. I wanted to leave him to sleep, but my need for him made me reach forward and touch his arm.

His eyes fluttered open and he stirred. His gaze took me in before his arms reached for me. I climbed onto his lap and his arms wrapped around me. No words were said when he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He lay me down gently on the mattress and climbed in next to me.

I turned to face him. I could make out the outline of his face in the darkness. My finger touched his lips and then I leaned forward and replaced my finger with my lips. His arms pulled me closer as his lips moved against mine. My hands snaked around his neck and I pulled him closer and his arms tightened around me. His tongue swept against my lips and I felt a rush of want so strong that I gripped him. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gasped. I tentatively touched his tongue with mine. His lips against mine, our tongues tangling, was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. It sent shivers down my body. My fingers raked through his silky hair as he kissed me urgently.

My heart hammered loudly in my chest. I couldn't get enough of him. He pushed me down as his lips claimed mine again. It was wonderful. He hovered over me and then I felt him cover my body with his. I didn't stop kissing him as I felt his knee spread my legs and his hips settle between them.

His one hand held me firmly behind my neck and his other hand held my hip firmly as I felt his hips press against mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. I was losing myself in him. His lips trailed down my neck and I threw my head back to give him better access. It felt so right. His body fit perfectly against mine.

I'd never experienced this before. Now I understood what all the girls were raving about. My hormones were going wild. He was intoxicating, and I wanted him, all of him. I felt his lips leave my neck and his lips cover mine. I loved the feel of his lips on mine. As his tongue trailed across my lips, I felt my stomach do a somersault. I pulled him closer and his kissing became harder, more urgent.

He pulled away and I let go of him. For a minute he just hovered above me. His eyes were glazed over with a need that I understood. I unwrapped my legs from around him as he gently moved off me and settled next to me on the bed on his back. He pulled me into his arms and I laid my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beating rapidly, and his breathing was erratic like mine. I was glad my heart wasn't the only one that sounded like I'd been running a marathon. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I closed my eyes.

"If we don't stop now, I won't be able to," he whispered to me. I smiled. It was nice to know that I affected him as much as he affected me. He'd done things to me that I'd never experienced before. It was like he had flipped a switch in me, and I was now aware of every touch and the effect it had on me. I'd gone from my first kiss to this in such a short space of time, and it was a lot to take in.

We just lay together in silence. Our breathing returned to normal and our heartbeats slowed down. The regular beat of his heart under my ear lulled me back to sleep.

In the morning I woke up with the sunlight streaming through the open curtains. I tried to move but realized I couldn't. We'd shifted during the night; I lay on my back and Jared was lying on his stomach with half of his body pinning mine to the bed. His leg was tangled with mine and his arm was wrapped around my waist. His face was so close to my neck that I could feel his breath against my skin.

I lay there for a while, enjoying the feel of him being so close to me. It was nice, being held like this, and I didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful. I studied his face as he slept. He had beautiful eyelashes: they were long and dark. His skin was flawless, which was probably a result of the quick healing. Humans took a while to heal from a wound, so a scar would form, but because the Archaic healed so quickly their skin didn't scar.

I reached out and touched his hair with my fingers. His hair looked silky and felt so soft.

He shifted while he slept. He released me as he turned onto his side, facing the opposite direction. I smiled as my heart melted. I quietly climbed out of bed. Rubbing my still-sleepy eyes, I walked into the bathroom. I shoved some toothpaste onto my toothbrush and while I was brushing my teeth I leaned closer to the mirror and studied my features.

I rinsed my mouth out and wiped my mouth with a towel. I looked at my reflection again.

There were no changes to my outward appearance, confirming the only changes I was experiencing were on the inside. It was hard to think that although I would still look the same I wouldn't be me on the inside anymore.

There was a slight shuffle of noise behind me and I saw Jared, his chest bare, standing in his pajama bottoms behind me, watching me in the reflection of the mirror. His concerned expression reminded me of the fact that my time was running out and I felt the severity of the situation crash over me like a tidal wave, making it hard to breathe.

Biting my lip, I fought to contain the tears that threatened to fall.

Jared's reflection in the mirror blurred with tears that filled my eyes. His hands were on my arms a second later. He gently turned me around and held me as I sobbed. I was losing the most valuable thing: myself.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed as he held me close. "I won't let it happen."

Tears slid down my face and sobs racked my body as he held me close. The tears stopped immediately and I pushed Jared away. He let go of me as his eyes narrowed at the abrupt action. I touched a finger to a tear on my cheek and I studied the moisture on my finger, and then I looked at him. He could see from my expression that I'd entered another emotionless episode. He stood there for a few minutes in silence, watching me. The nothingness inside of me was like a swirling black hole.

"Ava?" he questioned.

"Yes," I replied calmly, like I hadn't just been crying only a few moments ago.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asked while he watched me closely.

"Yes," I answered stiffly. I was hungry.

He motioned for me to follow him. I followed him downstairs and into the kitchen. Catherine was sitting at the kitchen counter, cradling a cup of coffee, when we entered the kitchen. I stopped.

She looked at me and smiled. When I didn't return the smile, she gave Jared a questioning look. He gave her a slight nod of his head. I stood and watched the exchange. He kept a respectable distance from me as he pulled a kitchen stool out for me and I sat down. He made sure not to touch me because he'd realized that, with the lack of emotion, I didn't like to be touched.

"Do you want some coffee?" he asked me gently.

"Just water," I replied. He took a glass and filled it up from a cold bottle from the fridge. He put the glass down in front of me. I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked while watching me carefully. Catherine did the same from the seat beside me.

I shrugged.

"Toast."