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full-sized bed."
    Now he was
talking. "Really? Wow. Can I see?"
    Alex laughed.
"You don't fool me, Lena. I know what you want. I suppose I'll have to
humor you."
    I looked around
for something to throw at him, but came up empty.
    Alex started
folding up the tables and arranging the cushions. I saw sheets stuck in the
cracks of the couch. "Eew. I don't want to use those."
    Rolling his eyes,
Alex complained, "High maintenance."
    He left the back
room for a minute and came back with his guitar and a blanket from his bunk. I
helped him spread the blanket on the bed and then sat in the middle. He sat on
the edge of the bed and took out his guitar.
    I laid back and
closed my eyes as he started strumming. I didn't recognize the song he was
playing, but it was beautiful. There was a melancholy sweetness to the melody
that pulled at my already fragile emotions. I listened to the words as he sang.
    Alex sang about
the loneliness of being on the road - the sense of being surrounded by adoring
people, but always being alone. Of endless miles rolling past with no finish
lines. Of missed opportunities despite achieving everything, having it all but
having nothing. He sang about broken hearts and lost love.
    A hard lump
clogged my throat and tears burned my eyes by the time he was finished.
"That was beautiful, Alex. I've never heard it before."
    "I've been
working on it the past couple months. The band thinks it's too depressing to
play on tour." Alex looked dejected as he put his guitar away.
    I was amazed at
his talent, that he could compose such a poignantly beautiful song. He showed
me more about himself with his song than he ever could have with words alone.
"I'm glad you shared it with me."
    Alex came to sit
next to me. "Lena, I'm leaving tonight and who knows when I'll be able to
see you again. I know we've only seen each other again for such a short time,
but I feel like I can't live without you now."
    My fingers traced
his face. My heart was breaking; he looked so lonely already and I wasn't even
gone yet. "I don't want to be without you either. I'll come visit you when
I can..."
    He was staring
into my eyes. "I'll wait for you, Lena. I never knew before that there was
a possibility for an "us". Everything is different now. I don't know
what I can offer you - I just know that I want to be with you. Only you."
    My heart was racing.
Alex was saying the words I hadn't even dared to believe possible. "Alex,
are you sure? A long distance relationship while you have all the pressures of
touring is not going to be easy."
    Alex closed his
eyes. "I love you. I've known it for a long time. And I just want a chance
to show you how much."
    My world was
spinning. I was barely able to whisper around the lump in my throat. "I
love you, too."
    His eyes opened
and the naked longing burning in them made my stomach flutter. Our lips touched
together tenderly. Alex's tongue slid against my parted lips and then slipped
inside my mouth. I pulled him against me, so desperate for every inch of his
body against mine.
    Our kiss deepened
and my need suddenly grew from a slow burning desire into a fiery conflagration
of pure lust. My hands slid under his shirt, trying to memorize every line of
his hard body as my mouth devoured his. The aching throb in my pussy
intensified and became more demanding; I needed to feel Alex inside me. I
grabbed at his pants, frantically trying to unbutton, unzip or just make them
disappear altogether.
    Alex broke our
kiss and stopped my hands. "Whoa, Lena. Slow down. I don't want to rush
through this, babe. I want to enjoy every second with you."
    I gulped a huge
breath of air trying to control my passions. Almost shaking with need, I gazed
at Alex expectantly.
    He sat back on the
bed. "Take your shirt off for me."
    I fought the urge
to tear my shirt off as quickly as I could. Instead, I pulled it slowly over my
head and tossed it aside. Alex stared at my lacy black bra and the luscious
cleavage it helped create.
    "Mmm. Now
take

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