Luis stood at the airport, watching the airplane take off. He could see Sheridan's blonde hair in the first class department of the plane. He shook his head. He never knew it would come to this. 'Why didn't she tell me what was wrong?' he asked himself. 'Dammit.' Luis looked up one last time, to watch as the plane took off.

Sheridan was watching from the plane, and she was staring back at the terminal, and she was looking back at Luis. She sighed. 'What is it with me and men? Am I that vulnerable to be taken advantage of? I can't believe I let Luis get to me. And I thought he was different from all the others...' She closed her eyes.

The plane flew, causing for Luis and Sheridan to lose sight of each other...

Luis went back home, and he found Miguel sitting in the kitchen, drinking a soda and writing a term paper. Luis walked over to the refrigerator, and he pulled out a can. He sat down next to his brother. "Hey, Miguel," he said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Miguel turned to face Luis. "Hey, Big Bro! Howya doin'?" Luis shrugged. "I'm... Okay." Miguel curled his eyebrows in confusion. "'Okay'? Just okay?" "I've been better." Luis popped open his can of soda, and he took a sip. Miguel put his pen down and folded his hands on the table. "What? What's wrong?" Luis didn't say anything. Miguel thought for awhile, and then he widened his eyes, realizing what must have been on Luis' mind. "It's Sheridan, isn't it?" he asked, causing Luis to tense up. Luis turned to Miguel, a bit surprised. "Um... Sheridan? What about her?" he replied, nervously. Miguel laughed softly. "Look, Luis, I know you're going to miss her. I know you want to be with her in Paris. And I know for SURE that you didn't want for her to go. So, don't even try to deny it!" Luis raised his eyebrows, shocked to hear those words coming from Miguel's lips. "Miguel! What are you talk--" "DON'T even TRY, Luis! I know what you're doing! You're going to go, 'Oh, Miguel, what are you talking about?', but really, you know that I'm right. You know that every word I just said about your feelings toward Sheridan Crane--that those words of mine are all true." Luis stared at Miguel in surprise. Then he smiled. "Listen, Little Bro, you're wrong. Really. I have no idea what you're saying. You're just saying things that you want for to happen. Well, too bad. I am not in love with Sheridan Crane." Miguel smiled, causing Luis to frown. "I never said that you were in love with Sheridan," Miguel said through his smile. Luis looked at Miguel dumbfoundedly, and then he laughed. "Oh, Miguel... Just... I have to go somewhere." Luis grabbed his soda, and he left the house as quickly as he could step. He stopped in his front yard, and he let out a breath. "That was just too much, Miguel," Luis said aloud to nobody in particular. He got into his car, and he drove off for the Youth Center.

Sheridan arrived at the Paris airport, still aboard the plane. She was thinking about what she would do first when she got off. But everything she thought of always seemed to turn to the subject of Luis. She frowned. 'Dammit, Sheridan! Can't you think of anyone or anything else besides that horrid beast? For God's sake, he used you! You should know better,' she thought to herself. She rolled her eyes. She decided to try and forget everything and relax until it was time to leave.

At the Youth Center, Luis was beating the punchbag with all his might with bands around his fists. He was dripping an unbelievable amount of sweat, and it was all thanks to Sheridan's leaving. He just didn't like how everything ended, not because he didn't care she left... Or, did he? "Damn... that... woman!" he grunted through his clenched teeth as he continued to hit the bag. "Who?" he heard a familiar voice call. Luis stopped, and he looked to the entrance of the gym, only to see Beth standing there. "Beth," he said, slightly disappointed. Beth's smile faded away slowly. "Luis, what's wrong? You seem... a bit upset." Luis shook his head and pursed his lips. "Yeah, well... What can you do?" He looked down, at his tightened fists. Beth stood there, confused. 'Is he mad at me?' she asked herself. Then she smiled, and looked away. 'No, he couldn't possibly be. Not if he knows that we're going to spend the rest of our lives together.' Luis snuck a peek at Beth's facial expression, and he frowned. 'Who in the world does she think she is? Why is she smiling so deliriously?' He paused. 'Oh, gosh... Now I'm just imagining things. Perfect.' He looked back at Beth, who was still smiling, with her eyes closed. "Beth... Is there something you need?" he asked her, trying not to sound too eager for her to leave. Beth looked at him, with half a smile remaining on her face. "Yeah, Luis. I just wanted to know what you were doing tomorrow night." Luis stared at Beth in disbelief. "Uh... Well, I don't know," he spat out, not wanting to upset her. Still, he didn't want to waste his time with someone who he was getting rather sick of. Beth frowned slightly, and gave Luis her questioning eyes. "Is something the matter? Because... Usually, you don't let me down." Luis curled his eyebrows, staring at Beth questionably. "I don't let you down? What, am I supposed to 'not let you down'? What if I didn't want to go on this 'date' as you call it? What if I was crammed with work? What if I didn't even want to go out with you, but I lied by saying I didn't know whether I could or not?" Luis demanded. He stopped, as he saw the water welling up in Beth's eyes. "Luis, why did you do it?" Beth asked, in sobs. Luis stared at her, surprised. He couldn't believe he had just said such a thing to someone of whom was once important to him. "I.... I don't know why I just said that, Beth... I'm sorry," Luis stammered. As a tear dripped from her chin, she wanted to know something. "Well... Did you mean it?" Luis didn't know what to say. "I... I guess I..." he trailed off. Beth began to sob uncontrollably, scaring Luis completely. "You meant it! I can't believe this is happening to me! I thought we were meant to be, Luis! I thought you and I were going to end up all in all... I thought we were going to once again become an item... I just knew that we were going to marry and that we were going to have children, and I was so positive! I guess you begged to differ, didn't you, Luis?" Luis stared at her, not knowing what to say. Beth continued. "Maybe you didn't want it, but ever since high school, I wanted you to be the one for me... I knew you were! And then I got what I wanted when we started to date, and then we were voted Prom King and Queen, and when I saw that twinkle in your eye, I was so sure that you wanted me back. Was I wrong, Luis? Was I?" Luis said nothing. "I can't believe you! And you fell for Sheridan! I was so positive that after Sheridan left we could start all over again, and that--" "Wait, Beth. What did you say?" Luis asked, shocked to hear her words. Beth looked at him, her face drenched in tears. "What?" Luis curled his eyebrows. "You thought that we were going to be an item again after Sheridan left? Is that what you were thinking?" he angrily questioned. Beth slowly nodded, still unable to control her sobbing. "I can't believe you!" Luis exclaimed, glaring at her. He gave the bag one last punch, and gave Beth one last glare. He grabbed his jacket from off the rack. Then he walked away.

Sheridan drove her car to Jean-Luc's place. As she pulled up, she took in a deep breath, and let it out soon after she let it in. "Well, I'm here," she said aloud, to no one in particular. She climbed out of her car and she looked up at the building. She saw the lights on through Jean-Luc's window, and so she made her way up. When she reached his door, she took another deep breath. "Okay, Sheridan, keep calm. This guy may have pissed the hell out of you, but you have to stay calm. Don't blow up. All right." She cleared her throat, and knocked on the door. She waited, and then the door opened, and Sheridan immediately became confused. "Um, hello," she replied, looking at the man who answered the door in confusion. "Hello. May I help you?" the man asked, with a heavy, French accent. Sheridan opened her mouth, realizing what was going on. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house," she said, embarrassed. "I'll just be leaving now..." "No!" the man cried. Sheridan turned around to face the man, surprised by his cry. The man studied Sheridan. "Um... What is your name, miss?" the man asked, politely. Sheridan rolled her eyes, not knowing whether to trust him or not. 'Should I? He's a complete stranger.' She paused. 'Oh, what the hell? He can't do anything. I don't even know him!' To the man, she gave her name. "It's Sheridan." She held out her hand for him to shake, but then when she held it out, the man violently grabbed it and pulled her in. Sheridan yelped as he did. "Roger! I've got her!" the man hollered, holding Sheridan around the neck with his arms. Sheridan was struggling to be freed from him, and squealing as she did. "Who've you got?" another voice called from another room. Sheridan froze; the voice was strangely familiar. Sheridan thought for a second, trying to remember where she had heard the voice from. It was the man who had answered Jean-Luc's phone! "Who are you?!" Sheridan cried, continuing to struggle in the man's grip. The man, struggling to keep Sheridan under control, strained, "Just shut up!" Sheridan ignored him. "That man... He was the one who answered the phone, isn't he? Why did he want to know my name? Let go of me!" she demanded. The man from the other room entered, and laughed. "Ha, ha, it's too late, miss. We already know your name... Sheridan." Sheridan rolled her eyes. "That's because I already told you." She glared up at the man, waiting for him to remember. He looked up, trying to remember. Sheridan groaned. "Remember? Over the phone?" The man paused, and then smiled with his mouth open, remembering. "Oh! Ah, yes. I do remember. So what? I still know your name... You're a Crane." He began to laugh again. Sheridan went on, struggling. Finally, running out of ideas of how to escape, she bit the man, hard, in the arm. The man yelled from pain, and let go of Sheridan immediately. Sheridan ran off, glad that her plan worked. But then she felt someone grab her arm. She spun around, and saw the other man looking down at her. Sheridan glared up at him, breathing hard. "You're 'Roger', no?" The man nodded. "So what if I was?" Sheridan fumed, "Well, Roger, let go of me. I demand of it!" Roger shook his head, laughing. "I don't think so. It isn't that easy." Sheridan stopped squirming around. She just stood there, with his hand in a firm grasp of her arm. He grew confused. Then, unexpectedly, she took her other hand and decked him right across the face. Roger let go. "Oh! You are amazingly strong for such a feeble-looking woman!" he cried, rubbing his cheek. Sheridan was running towards the door, until someone stepped in front of her, with a gun pointed right to her face. She came to a halt right before it, gasping. "Good work, Pierre," she could hear Roger saying from behind. Pierre nodded, smiling like a little boy who had just received an "A+". Sheridan stood at gunpoint. "Look, what do you want?" Sheridan asked, staring directly at the gun's tip. "Just exactly what do you want from me? Is it something about Jean-Luc? Do you want something from me?" Pierre chuckled. "Roger, she wants to know why we're doing this. Ha! He's dead!" Sheridan opened her mouth in shock at this. Roger was laughing as well. "Of course, my dear Crane, we're doing this because you were once connected to Jean-Luc." Sheridan shook her head, confused. "So?" Roger continued. "So, we don't want any evidence of him left." Sheridan knew what this meant. "You're going to--?" Roger nodded. "Yes. We're going to have to kill you." Right then, Sheridan was knocked down. She saw Pierre and Roger putting the gun away, but their bodies got blurrier and blurrier. Then she closed her eyes. She opened them again, but all she could see was black.

Luis was back at home, in his room, where he was trying to concentrate on what activities he should have at the Youth Center for the kids. As much as he tried, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't. The one thing remained in his mind... Sheridan. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Then he shook his head, and curled his eyebrows angrily. "Why does she keep coming in mind? She's long gone!" he exclaimed to himself. He slammed down his pen and ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed. Then, he jumped, when he felt the strangest thing... He had the weirdest feeling that Sheridan was in trouble. Then he cocked his head, confused. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself. He stared blankly at his paper, and then he decided to just shrug it off. 'Soon enough, she'll be out of your mind... For sure,' he thought, shaking his head. About a week later, Sheridan woke up, in a chair, tied to it. She looked around, not knowing where she was. She tried to move, but she couldn't. She rolled her eyes, frustrated. She tried again with her arms. She groaned. 'This is impossible!' she thought to herself. All of a sudden, an agonizing pain shot all throughout her face. Then, she heard thick, French accents. 'Roger and Pierre!' she thought. Sheridan immediately closed her eyes, and let her head fall to her left. "But what do we do with the body?" she could hear Pierre saying. Roger gruffed, "Let's just say that she'll be swimming with the fish in the lake." The two men laughed, but stopped. Sheridan continued to listen. "She's still unconcious." "Yes, it seems so." "Can't we just kill her now?" "No, no! Don't even try, Pierre. We have to wait until she wakes up, and then we'll ask her a couple questions. We need to know how she was connected to Jean-Luc." "Let's just get it over with!" Pierre whined. Roger fumed, "Do you want to be the one dumped in the sea?" A pause. "Then shut up!" he yelled at Pierre. The two men walked away, a bit too loudly so Sheridan could hear. The steps grew faint, and then she threw her head up, and made sure that they were gone. Surely enough, they walked into the other room. Sheridan sighed with relief. She needed to think fast. There wasn't much time before they would give up on her waking up by killing her. Until then, she had to pretend that she was still knocked out cold. "So, glad you're up," someone says. Sheridan freezes, and she turns her head around, to see Roger standing there, his arms folded. He was smirking. "Sheridan, that was a mistake. You never try and fool us," he said, shaking his head. Sheridan closed her eyes. "Damn."

Pierre and Roger took Sheridan outside to the balcony. They had untied her, but at gunpoint, and they forced her to step up onto the ledge of the balcony. She stood there, her hands up, her eyes full of fear, and her mouth was open to be ready to protest. Roger was holding the gun. Sheridan didn't take the chance of trying to fight it, and she didn't want to jump. Roger stood, grinning, holding the gun so it was pointed at her feet. "American woman, you tell us all you know about Jean-Luc." Sheridan frowned. "Well, does it matter now? You've already killed him," she muttered. Roger's nostrils began to flare. "Just be glad that you died out of your own goodwill." He fired at Sheridan feet, and she fell backwards, with her eyes closed. 'This is it,' she thought to herself, as she fell. Pierre turned to Roger. "You know, what you just said made absolutely no sense at all." Roger rolled his eyes and stared at Pierre irritably. "Whatever. We got rid of her. I needed something catchy before I killed her off. Now, let's get out of here." Roger went back inside, and Pierre shrugged and followed. Sheridan could feel the wind pushing against her back, but then she suddenly stopped. She thought maybe it was because she hit the ground, but... She shook her head, and then she opened her eyes. But she gasped at the first thing she saw: Luis's hazel eyes. "Luis!" she exclaimed. He had caught her in his arms. He smiled and looked into her eyes. "Sheridan," he said back. Sheridan looked around, and she put on her confused face. "Wait. Is this a dream? I'm sure I should've hit the ground by now," she said, rubbing her head. Luis chuckled softly. "I guess it isn't, or else I wouldn't be feeling you in my arms." Sheridan looked down at the ground, from her place above it. She looked back up at Luis. Luis had forgotten that he still hadn't put her down. He let her down. She stood on the ground, shaking, and she looked at Luis. "How did that happen? How could I fall that high right into your arms like that?" she asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. Must be a miracle." Sheridan laughed. "I'm sure glad of that! I would be dead!" Luis raised his eyebrow and put on his concerned face. "Wait a minute. Why were you falling anyway? I heard a gunshot. What's going on?" "Two men Jean-Luc used to know pushed me off the balcony! Roger, and... Pierre, I think. They're on the second floor," she explained. Luis looked up at the ledge. "Second floor? I can still go catch them." Luis turned to leave, but turned to face Sheridan, who was still standing, shivering. She was looking up at the ledge, thinking about what had just happened. But, she froze as she felt someone putting something over her shoulders. She turned her head. Luis smiled and he whispered, "Just in case you're cold." He placed his coat gently on her shoulders, and then he ran off in search of Pierre and Roger.

Luis ran into the lobby of the building, and darted his head around, searching for the two men who had entrapped Sheridan. 'Where the hell are they?' he thought. Then he paused. 'This is going to be harder than I thought. I don't know what they look like. Dammit! How am I going to do this?' he asked himself. He froze, when he came up with a plan.

Pierre and Roger were walking into the lobby with sunglasses on. They walked towards the door, casually, slowly, not to look suspicious to anyone else's eyes. The doorman smiled at them, and tipped his hat. "Hello," the doorman said. Pierre, deciding that the doorman was harmless, smiled back, and Roger did so as well. Roger asked, "Are you new here? I thought William was on duty tonight." The doorman shook his head. "William is off tonight. Indeed I am new here." Roger looked at the man's nametag. "Brian?" Brian nodded, still a grin on his face. "And you two are...?" Roger held out his hand, the same time as Pierre. "Roger and Pierre," Roger replied, being polite. Brian brought his hand towards theirs, but quickly enough, he took his other hand from behind his back, and in one swift movement, cuffed both their hands together. Roger widened his eyes and tried to punch Brian, but he stopped his fist and brought it to Pierre's other hand and cuffed them together as well. The two men looked ridiculous being cuffed together by both hands. They struggled to free themselves. Brian stood upright, holding the chains which linked their hands together, and looked Roger in the eye. Still smiling, he winked. "Glad to meet you, Roger and Pierre." Then about five of the town's policemen ran out, armed, and took the two men. One of the policeman stopped, and placed a hand on Brian's shoulder. "Thanks, man," he said. Brian tipped his hat, and smiled. "No, thank you," he said. After they all left, holding Roger and Pierre firmly by the arms and shoulders, Brian shook his head, and ran off for the bathroom. 'Gotta check on Sheridan,' he thought to himself.

Luis ran to the last place he saw Sheridan. He found her standing with her back to him, looking out at the stars. He walked up to her. "Hey," he said, causing her to turn around slowly. She smiled. He smiled back, relieved to be seeing this. "Hi," Sheridan said softly. But then she frowned, and looked away. Luis's smile disappeared. "What's wrong, Sheridan?" he asked, concerned. She turned to face him again. "Luis, what are you doing here?" she asked him. He was confused. "What?" Sheridan looked at him, her eyes watering. "What are you doing here? Why did you come here to Paris?" "Why did I come?" "Yes... I want to know, Luis." "Why do you think I came?" "I don't know anymore! I'm not so sure about anything anymore!" she exclaimed, turning away. Luis walked in front of her so he could look her in the eye. "Tell me, Sheridan. What is it? Why are you like this? Look, don't worry! I took care of Pierre and Roger. They're being taken away to the prison here--" "It's not that, Luis!" Sheridan paused. "Who are you? I don't understand how it is with you!" "What does that mean? what don't you understand?" Luis asked. "You don't understand me? I don't understand you! First, I think that we could have something together, and then... And then you just turn on me and slap me across the face! Then you point the finger at me, and you claim that I used you! What is that all about?!" "It's because you did use me, Luis! You used me! And the worst part is that you pretended like it was NOTHING! You pretended nothing happened!" Luis put his hand to his hip. "Excuse me? I pretended nothing happened? You know what I think happened, Sheridan? I think what happened was that we started to come closer, to interlock, to actually become... an item. But all of a sudden, you just slap me? So, it's not me who that nothing happened!" Sheridan's eyes weren't of the waterworks anymore. She looked angry, not upset. "You are impossible! I can't believe you're denying the whole thing!" Luis rolled his eyes side to side. "Denying what? What's the 'whole thing'?" "Just... Forget it! I can't take this anymore. Leave Paris! Go back to... Renee! Be happy with her. Maybe she has something you can use, but not me. I'm finished with you!" Sheridan yelled. She turned around. After a moment or two, she realized Luis was still standing there. She looked at him. "What are you still doing here? I told you to leave! Go!" she demanded him. Luis just looked at her. "Sheridan..." Sheridan groaned and rolled her eyes. "Fine! If you won't leave, I will. Leave you to go look for other women to exploit." She pushed past him, but he grabbed her arm and turned her around. He pulled her to him. "You're not leaving, Sheridan. Nor am I," he said, looking down at her. "I'm not leaving without an explanation." They stopped, and at the same time, they both looked down, to see Luis still was grasping Sheridan's arm. Luis let it go, after a few seconds of silence. Sheridan looked up at him. "You want an explanation? Well, first of all... I don't understand how you could have pretended all this time that you actually liked me." "What do you mean, pretended? I did like you!" he shot back. Sheridan stared at him. "Then how do you explain the phone conversation with your little... FRIEND?" "What phone conversation?" Luis asked her, clueless. "The one you had at the wharf!" Sheridan yelled. Luis closed his eyes. "The wharf? I don't recall talking to anyone at the wharf." Sheridan glared at him. "Oh, don't deny it! I heard you! You're busted! No need to pretend anymore, Officer. You are caught in your own trap! I heard everything you said!" "'Everything', huh? Now... What did you exactly hear?" he asked, looking worried. Sheridan grit her teeth. "I don't think I need to repeat it to you, Luis. I think you would have remembered by now. All those... horrible things you said... and did... I know about it! I know the REAL Luis now, and I don't think I like him." Luis shook his head, not understanding. "Sheridan, I don't get this! I mean, I did something wrong--apparently--but I don't know what about! You're mad at me because you heard some 'phone conversation', and I don't know what I might have said that made you... like this, and come to think of it, I haven't even spoken to anyone over the phone at the wharf in quite a while." Sheridan smacked her lips. "I can't believe this." Luis shrugged. "What can't you believe?" "I can't believe that you're actually playing DUMB!" Luis widened his eyes in disbelief. "You know what I can't believe? I can't believe that you won't listen to me!" Sheridan licked her lips. "What is there to listen to? I heard every word on that phone conversation. And I can't believe that you would say things like that after you saw me at the wharf, when you just walked up to me, grabbed me, and just kissed me the way you did! After that, you just went ahead and said all those horrible, cruel things. I--I just refuse to know that I was used... again." She looked down. Luis lowered his voice. "Used? Sheridan... I didn't use you. I don't understand..." he protested. Without looking at him, she said softly, "You used me, Luis. I heard you say that over the phone." Luis curled his eyebrows, confused. "You heard me say that?" Sheridan closed her eyes, still looking down. "Yes." Luis sighed. "Well, if you say so... I'll leave. If what I 'said' makes you hate me... I guess I'll go. But, first--" "What?" Luis looked into Sheridan's golden hair. "Tell me what I said that drove you out of Harmony." Sheridan still hadn't moved her eyes off the floor. "You said... You said that you were going to use me for your own ends... You said... You said that it was time for you to take revenge out on the Cranes... and that you were going to take it out on me. And, you--" "What?" Luis interrupted. Sheridan shot her head back up. Glaring at Luis, she fumed, "Don't deny it. I heard with my own ears! I heard your every word! I saw you there, phone in hand on ear, and with my own eyes! And then you have the nerve to call me and leave that SAPPY message on my machine! I can't... Argh!" She spun around, turning her back to Luis. Luis scoffed. "You actually think I would say something like that? Say such harsh things like that? To you?" Sheridan rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. It's time to stop acting innocent. Just leave. I never want to see you again." "Look, Sheridan, you may think that it was me who said that, but I didn't! And if I did, I wouldn't be here. If I felt that way about you, then I wouldn't be here as of this moment. I wouldn't be talking to you, and we wouldn't be having this argument," Luis said. Sheridan quizzed, "Then how can you explain the wharf? How can you explain how I saw you there?" Luis let out a breath. "Do you truly believe that I would say things like that about you? Do you? Honestly?" he asked her. Sheridan shook her head. "I didn't think so. But I saw you--" "That doesn't matter! It wasn't me! Listen, Sheridan, trust me on this! If I really felt that way about you, would I be here? Would I be here in Paris, in search of you? I found you... Falling from above. That was... That was surreal, yeah, but come on, Sheridan. I wouldn't have gone with you to Santa Fe in search of my father, and... Well, let's just say I would have let you slip through my fingers and let you die if I didn't care about you like that. You were feverish, and I took care of you. You were this close to falling to your own death, and I didn't let that happen." "What's your point, Luis? Are you saying that it really wasn't you at the wharf that night?" Sheridan shot at him, still not turned around to face him. "Sheridan... It wasn't me." "And what are you doing here, anyway? Come to make sure that Jean-Luc exploits me some more? Because, Luis, he's dead and--" "No, Sheridan!" Luis exclaimed. "I came here... I came here because I care about you." Sheridan, hearing this, slowly turned around, and looked at Luis, confused. "What?" Luis began to walk up to her, taking each step slow. "I said... I care about you, Sheridan. At that airport, when I saw you leave, step onto the walkway leading to the plane... I felt as if my heart was sliced in half. You left me without an explanation. You left questions buzzing around in my head. I didn't understand what had happened between us. And when I saw you leaving... I couldn't take it." Sheridan's eyes began to water. "Luis, what--" "No, Sheridan. I really did care about you. In fact... I love you." Sheridan's heart stopped. She stood, there, frozen by his words, and she stared at him, speechless. Questions arose in her mind, but she didn't want to ask. There were things she had to tell him, but she didn't want to. A tear rolled down her cheek. She opened her mouth to say something, but Luis stopped her. He placed a finger on her lips, quieting her, and he slowly bent his head down. He stopped when he met her lips, where he placed the softest, most sweetest kiss Sheridan had ever been given. At that moment, she felt so loved... Finally, he let go, and she looked in his eyes. The corner of her mouth curled up. "I love you, too, Luis." They met each other's lips when Luis bent his head down again, but this time, Sheridan kissed back. As they continued, the only thing they felt was falling deeper and deeper in love with the other.