Suddenly, Lannan yells, "don't you fucking touch her!"

Here we go.

He punches Franco in the face, of course, startling me. Obviously this bothers me, but he's sticking up for me.

Oh no, I can see it coming.

As Lannan and Franco are still yelling back and forth, Franco throws a good punch at Lannan, sending him to the ground. 

Francisco gets up, grabs his girlfriend's arm, and rushes them both to her car. 

Lannan gets up as quick as he can, trying to catch up to Francisco. Right as he gets to the car, it drives away quickly. 

"You mother fucker!" He yells so angrily, running his hands through his hair. 

There's a bit of blood coming from his mouth so he spits it out then looks up at me. 

"Are you okay?" I ask carefully since I've never ever seen him look this mad. 

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you alright?" He checks, seeming cooled down a bit.

"I mean, no. But hey, you put up a helluva fight. And I really appreciate you standing up for me like that, you didn't have to." I ramble. 

"Yeah but the thing is... I really like you, and I don't wanna mess things up. I know you came here to start a relationship with him but is that really the best idea?" He goes on.

"You're right. And I really like you too. What should I do?" I ask on the verge of tears.

"Why don't we go get your stuff, bring it to my house and you can stay with me for the rest of your visit. I mean... if you want to." 

"Hell yeah!" I cheer.
20 minutes later

All of my stuff has been moved to Lannan's now. He has been really worried about how I'm being treated by Franco when we're alone.

Now in his bedroom, we're getting ourselves all cleaned up and such.

I watch as he wipes his face with a warm wet rag to clean the blood off. Oh how I wanna help him. I carefully take the rag from his hands, setting my other hand on one side of his face as a stabilizer. I very carefully wipe his face, being extra slow and gentle for a lingering effect.

"You're so gorgeous." I say to him under my breath.

He laughs, "no I'm not."

"But you are though." I argue.

"I look like a cracked-out vampire." He giggles.

I laugh with him only because of his analogy.

"You have gorgeous eyes."

"I look stoned." He laughs again.

"Well even if you look "stoned," you're still gorgeous." I say, hoping he'll finally except the fact.

He smiles, blushing a wee bit.

"I'm really glad we met darling." He says with his voice hushed.

OMG OMG!!! He just called me darling!

Suddenly, my thoughts get completely disrupted by his lips quickly sealing with mine.

Such a passionate but desperate kiss... it's so perfect.

I finally feel like somebody wants me. 

He slowly starts to let his weight fall against mine, and here shortly, he's laying on top of me. I try to break our lips apart but he's too determined. 

"Maybe we should watch a movie?" I suggest, not wanting to further escalate things. 

"Is that what you wanna do?" He asks through heavy breathing.

"Uhh, maybe not." I say, just to keep kissing him again.

His hands carefully slide up my waist.

"No, we should probably just watch a movie." I sigh out.

He whispers into my neck, "is that really what you want?" 

I sigh again, "I don't know, what do you want?"

"You." He says simply. 

Dammit!

His hands slide up my shirt now, gently caressing my skin.

As he keeps kissing me, I put my hand in his shirt, gripping his rib-cage. As he decides to be more rough, I squeeze his ribs, digging my nails into his skin.

He tosses his head back, sighing softly.

"Stop." I finally just say.

"What?" He asks softly.

"You're just..."

"It's okay, just say it."  He says with a small smile dragging across his lips.

"It's just that you're so fucking sexy, and I don't wanna further escalate anything." I say.

He smirks at me, of course.

I adjust my position underneath him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He mutters before kissing me sweetly.

Well... I guess we'll see where this goes.




Oops. Yeah, I went there, that's what the mood was so deal with it... lol. This felt too necessary so here, an update!




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