"What?" She asked him. "Don't you laugh at me Mr. Richardson! You may be a millionaire, but I doubt you can cook!"

 "I'm not laughing at your cooking, I'm laughing at you! You have flour...." His voice faded out as he reached over to smooth his hand over her cheek, and wipe away the flour. Sarah glanced up through her eyelashes and him, a shade of crimson spreading onto her cheeks. "What?" Kevin asked, leaning down to her face. "Why are you embarrassed all of the sudden?"

 "Nothing...." Sarah whispered. Then she leaned across the counter and kissed him briefly. "Thank you for listening to me babble Kevin. You are soooo good to me."

 "Well Sarah.....that's my job. When I kissed you on that overlook, I took you on. That's what I'm here for, to listen to you, laugh with you, and hold you. I do it because I love you, and I love it when you're around me." Kevin smiled at her, and gave her a little wink to make her laugh.

 "Oh baby!" Sarah yelped, laughing. "Now get out of here!! I want this to be a surprise!!" She watched as Kevin reached out and grabbed an apple, then gave her a little look and a head shake and walked away to work on his music, shaking his behind. "You have such a cute butt!"

"Don't you get me started on butts, I could go on forever about yours!" Then he winked at her, and started banging on the piano, leaving Sarah laughing in the kitchen.

Once the pasta was done, Sarah dished up 2 plates, poured some sparkling cider, and carried them into the dining room. Kevin walked into the room, and took in the scene around him.

 "No....wrong..." he mumbled to himself, then picked up a chair and carried it around the table so it was next to Sarah. "Better." He smiled, sliding in next to her. "To you." Kevin smiled, lifting his glass and clicking it with Sarah's.

 "No....to us." Sarah corrected him. After they had both taken a sip, Kevin kissed her. "Now eat." Sarah told him. "And tell me what you think." The 2 of them ate mostly in silence, glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Halfway through their meal, when the 2 of them were looking at each other, Sarah crossed her eyes at Kevin and made a face. Kevin leaned over laughing, missing his mouth. "Here..." Sarah murmured moving the pasta into his mouth.

As Kevin ate out of her hand, Sarah felt shivers run up and down her spine, down her arms and legs, and out her fingers and toes. The feeling of his teeth and tongue on her fingers made her insides turn to jelly, and her knees go weak. As he continued to eat from her fingers, she felt shiver after shiver rip through her body. She realized in one terrifying moment that she would do anything he asked of her, because she was powerless to stop him because she wanted him so much.

 Kevin could see she was turned on. It was in the way her lips were parted, her eyes half closed, and he could feel her fingers tremble and tingle. Looking at her, all he could think of was how he wanted to lay his lips on her skin. So he did.

Sarah felt his lips burning into her, on her chin, down her neck, and near the collar of her shirt. She lowered her head to his, and met his lips with hers. "This..." She whispered to him. "This is what I want."

 "I want you too." Kevin told her, running his hands up her shirt, across her midriff. "But...Let's clean up dinner, and then go to bed....alright?" Kevin asked her, grabbing his plates, and taking them into the kitchen.

"Right behind you." Sarah replied, putting her plate in the sink, and following him down the hall to the bedroom.

After Kevin had used the bedroom, Sarah went in, and changed. She pulled off her clothes, changed into a blue undershirt, and put on a new pair of panties. Then she looked in the mirror, and pulled her hair out of the rubber band that held it back. Her shoulder length brown hair fell down her back, the curls cascading into a tangled mass, the red and gold highlights catching the light. Then, taking a deep breath, she turned and walked into the bedroom.

 Kevin was sitting in bed, waiting for her. When she crawled in next to him, he ran his fingers through her hair, and pushed it behind her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me you had such gorgeous hair?" Kevin asked her. "I love it."

 "I didn't know you cared." Sarah whispered. Then, being the aggressor, she gently pushed him down, and straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him. Wanting to touch him, she moved his shirt up, running her hands over his pecs, and hard 6-pack abs. After a while, she pulled his shirt over his head, and began to kiss his chest. She let Kevin flip her over, and move on top of her. As Kevin pulled her shirt over her head, he began a trail of kisses down her chest and onto her stomach. She leaned her head back, and moaned "Kevin...." She could feel herself becoming hot, and knew Kevin could feel it in her too. Then everything began to change in front of her.

 Suddenly the lips on her were not Kevin's, the hands moving over her body no longer belonged to him. In her mind's eye, the lips and hands touching her were Jonathan's. She pushed Kevin off her, and sat up, eyes wide.

"What?" Kevin, asked, startled. "What's wrong?" Then he noticed her appearance. "Baby? Baby, tell me what's going on!"

 "No." Sarah whispered, the whites of her eyes growing, her breath coming in short gasps. Now the face in front of her was Jonathan's also. She put her head in her hands, and screamed into her palms. "No!!! Oh god, no, please....not again!!"

"What?" Kevin was almost hysterical now. "Oh God Sarah, baby doll, please, tell me!!"

Sarah looked up quickly, and Kevin's face materialized in front of her. And she was back in their apartment, no longer in the loft. "Kevin....Kevin! Oh my god, oh Kevin." Tears began to run down her cheeks, and she crawled into Kevin's arms, just wanting him to hold her. "Kevin, I had something like a flashback, I was in the loft with Jonathan, you were Jonathan, and I couldn't stop him, and..." Her words were lost in her tears, and she just lay against Kevin as he held her, and stroked her hair.

 "Shhhhhh." He told her. "I'm here, it's alright Sarah." After a while, Sarah straightened up and looked at him.

 "Why is this happening Kevin, this hasn't happened before, and it was 3 years ago that this happened. What's going on?"

 "Well Sarah, maybe this is because you told me about it, and it was the first time in a long time you let those feelings out. And also, well, we were moving pretty fast there Sarah, maybe that triggered it." Kevin closed his eyes, trying to shake the image of her eyes, large and frightened. He felt Sarah tremble in his arms, and wished he could take all her pain away. He grabbed his own undershirt that lay next to him on the bed, and pulled it over her head, still soothing her. "Sarah, let's just go to bed alright? Maybe you'll feel better in the morning."

 "Alright." Sarah sniffed, pushing her hair behind her ears, and laying down in Kevin's arms. Sleep though, did not come so easy.

Every hour, or 2 hours Sarah would awake in a cold sweat, or crying. Nightmares and flashbacks haunted her that whole night. On more then one occasion she would awaken in Kevin's arms, screaming out in her sleep, with Kevin trying to shush her, and calm her down. After one nightmare where Sarah relived the experience of falling of the loft over and over, Kevin vowed to himself that if he ever met the man that made Sarah have to go through this, he would wring his neck with his own bare hands. While Sarah fitfully slept, Kevin would keep himself awake, and watch her, afraid to go to sleep. He told himself again and again that he had to do this, he had to be there for Sarah, that this was when she needed him more then ever. It hurt him though, to see her have to go through this, and know that there was nothing he could do, that he had to just sit there. Then Sarah would be thrown out of her sleep, crying out for him, reaching out her arms to make sure he was still there.

 At one point Sarah leaned against his shoulder and whispered "I am so sorry to make you go through this Kevin." Then she fell asleep again, and slept for the rest of the night. Kevin by her side, holding onto her, as though if he let go, he would lose her.