Several hours later I found myself in a cab on my way to Tony's summer place. I was nervous and freaking out and as we got closer and closer, I felt like I wanted to turn around and fly back home and never speak to Tony again. But, hell, wasn't this exactly what I wanted? Wasn't he the man of my dreams?

I swallowed hard when I arrived in front of the house. I paid the driver and got out with my suitcase and then I just stared at the house for a moment. I looked left to see our own summer place which looked the way it always did. I turned my head back straight and started walking to the front door. I set my suitcase down and was about to reach for the door and knock when the door suddenly opened. I saw him standing in front of me, looking as handsome as always, and my heart skipped a few beats.

How did I get so lucky, I thought, how did I get him all to myself and why did I ever leave him? My eyes filled with tears as I looked at him and his face softened but he seemed to be afraid to touch me.

”I...” I could barely open my mouth, ”I love you.”

When I closed my mouth, Tony took a step closer, wrapped both of his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

”I love you,” he whispered into my ear and kissed my hair, ”I love you so much, Abby.”

”I know. Now I know it,” I mumbled against his chest. He held me more tightly and I let out a sigh of relief.

Some time later we were sitting, or more like laying, on the couch in the livingroom. He was holding me tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let me go I would leave. But I didn't want to leave. I was finally there with him, alone, quietly, listening to his steady breathing, being close to him, and I was enjoying myself. It was my place, right there, in his arms.

”You know, Abby...” he started quietly. I lifted my head up and our eyes met.

”I'm thinking... Are you going to come back to San Diego with me?”

”I came here, didn't I? I came here for you so why wouldn't I follow you to San Diego? I'm head over heels in love with you, Tony, I can't stay away from you,” I admitted quietly.

”You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he said and grinned before he leaned down closer to my face and pressed his soft lips against my mouth. I smiled and parted my lips.

”I've missed kissing you,” I whispered into his mouth and just like that he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me much closer. He leaned over my body, pushing me tightly between the couch and his body, and my god how it turned me on.

”I love you,” he breathed into my mouth and kissed me roughly, ”You're mine. You are mine.” I agreed silently and allowed him to take me the way he wanted.

Before I knew it, his hands were pulling my shirt off. His hands trailed down my chest, massaging and touching me everywhere, and only stopped at the waistband of my pants. He pulled his left hand back up and grabbed a handful of my hair, making me moan out loud. His right hand kept making its way downstairs and soon I could feel his fingers down there.

I shivered and wrapped my arms around his neck more tightly. I pushed my hips up, rubbing myself against his hand, silently begging him to pleasure me more.

”You seem a little excited,” he whispered and laughed against my lips.

”You have no idea how long I've wanted this,” I admitted.

”Well... I'm here now to put your body to a test,” he whispered and gently bit my lower lip. Oh yes.

Several hours later, and several sessions later, I was in heaven. My mind was completely empty – which was a good thing – and my body felt exhausted, but in a good way. I felt like I was whole again.

I looked to my side and saw Tony who was asleep. His eyes were tightly closed but his mouth was hanging slightly open. He was snoring quietly and I couldn't help but let out a giggle. I cuddled closer to his side, burying my face in to his hair and neck, and let out a deep sigh.

I was so in love with him. It would have been a lot easier to not love him at all, but, I couldn't really help myself, could I? And I didn't even want to not love him. I mean... He made me feel good. He was my guy who made me feel good and who actually wanted to make me feel good. He wanted to take care of me and love me. And knowing that there was a person out there who wanted that... Well, I didn't think there was anything better than that.

The next morning, when I woke up, the bed was empty. I sat up and looked around the room and when the memories of the previous night hit me, I smiled like an idiot.

I got out of the bed and grabbed Tony's shirt from the floor before I pulled it on. I wandered out of the bedroom and found him sitting in the kitchen, having breakfast. He didn't have a shirt on, his hair was messy and he had his glasses on – he looked absolutely adorable – and when he noticed me standing in the doorway, he started smiling. My knees got weak. My guy.

”I'm sorry, I wanted you to wake up next to me but I was so hungry that I had to grab a quick bite,” he explained, ”I thought I could make it back before you woke up.”

”It's okay,” I nodded, ”As long as you're here now, everything is good.”

”Everything is good,” he nodded.

”Come here,” he demanded quietly and I walked to him. He pulled me down on to his lap and wrapped his arms around me before resting his chin against my shoulder.

”You know, Tony...”

”Huh?”

”We had problems before we broke up,” I said quietly.

”What do you mean?”

”Well, you know, San Diego didn't really feel like a home to me, we didn't spend enough time together and all that...” I explained.

Tony took a deep breath in and then remained silent for a moment.

”I'm going to try my best to make it feel like your home,” he promised, ”And I promise I will spend enough time with you. Fuck, I will do whatever you want me to do. I'm not going to risk losing you again.”

”That is very sweet of you,” I said, ”But, for now, we're in Miami where everything is different. We never had any problems here. We should probably, like, move down here!”

”Are you serious?” he asked and pulled his head back to look at my face carefully.

”No,” I shook my head, ”But it would be a fresh start.”

”You're right... If it wasn't for the band, I would move here with you in a heartbeat. But, you know, my whole life is in San Diego...”

”And my whole life was in New York before I moved in with you,” I said, ”But don't freak out. I'm not asking you to move here.”

”Someday we will. If you want to,” he said and flashed a smile.

That evening we were walking on the beach. It was really beautiful outside. The moon was up, the air was really warm and there were no people, just the two of us. Tony was holding my hand really tightly as we walked in silence.

”This is really nice,” I said quietly, ”Just the two of us out here and no one bothering us.”

”It is,” he agreed.

”I wish we had spent more time together back when we were together...”

”Me too but we can change that now,” he said. Then he suddenly stopped walking.

”You're not going to leave me, are you?” he asked all of a sudden.

His eyes were full of fear and it surprised me. I took a step closer to him and reached up to touch his cheek.

”Why are you so afraid of me walking out on you? I love you. I don't want to leave you,” I said quietly,
”I wish you would understand that.”

”I just... I don't want to lose you. Ever again,” he admitted and pulled me into his arms.

”What do I have to do to make you understand?” I asked.

”Be my girlfriend.”

”I thought I already kind of was.”

”Move in with me.”

”I will as soon as we get back to San Diego. Is that all you need me to do?” I asked and let out a little laugh. He still looked scared and a little nervous. I furrowed my eyebrows.

”Tony, what is it? What's wrong?”

”There is something else you could do...” he said quietly.

”What?”

”Marry me, Abigail.”