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She'd gotten it because it was big enough for her father to fit comfortably, but she didn't think of anyone sleeping on it. Dan looked like he was napping on a half sized couch.

'Oh, yeah. Boy's totally rocked,' she thought as she followed him to the couch. "Danny, you said you were just here to warm up a bit before going home. You can't stay here."

"Why not? Why can't I spend the night with the woman I love?"

Jo blushed, "First off, it's morning already. Second, you don't love me."

"First, you know what I meant, ...and I meant what I said...uh, second," he murmured as he bunched up one of her cushions under his head. He pouted slightly as he settled into the pillow and closed his eyes. He was still breathing a bit hard from running up the stairs, but she got the distinct impression that if she let him, he'd pass out right there on her couch.

"Daniel Langier, get up, now."

He slowly rose to a swaying sit. "Okay, dear."

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever you say..." He struggled mentally. "Sweetheart."

The smile crossed his face slowly as he watched her reaction. At that moment, he was too defenseless to fight. 'Aggravating boy.' She shook her head and watched him lean heavily on the arm of the couch. He looked through her with those deep odd blue eyes. They seemed a muddy green, now. 'Were they always green? No, they're blue a really dark blue.' Jo watched a prepared speech roll through his brain. She knew it was the one she walked out on a few nights before. She felt it like watching a train wreck you can't stop.

"You know...I am so gone for you. You have no idea what I would do for you, do you? From the first moment I saw you..."

She tried to stop him from going on with the speech by crossing her arms and saying, "Danny..."

"I am trying to say something, here. You'll get the floor when I'm done." His eyes flashed in challenge as he said, "No really. You have absolutely no idea how much this hurts, do you?" He pulled at the front of his shirt. "It's like a fire. No matter what I do, it won't die down. It just eats at my insides. I have never felt like this in my entire life. Not ever. If you felt this, there'd be no way in hell you'd keep me away. But, you do. You're doing it now, with your arms crossed, and... There hasn't been one time that I thought that you hated me. And... Gary. What do you see in him? Would you marry some guy that would beat somebody up for you? Is that what you need, testosterone? How about somebody that would take the beating? I did that. I'd still do that. Do you understand? I want to be yours. You should be with me. Not him. Come back to me. Be with me, please." His voice faded.

'What the hell are you gonna say to that?' She sat down next to him and looked at her knees. A month ago, she would have wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. 'Anybody that would say that to me deserves that, right? But he's drunk and probably horney, so I can't trust my ears right now. Can I?'

"I know you don't love me. But, don't ever tell me that I don't love you," he growled as he rested his head on his hand and looked over at her. "I've loved you forever."

"Dan..." His hand went to hers and pulled it from the now loose circle she'd made around her waist.

He used his palm as a pivot as he shook his head slowly, "No, don't try to tell me I'm wrong. I just know." His head slid off of his hand and he snapped upright. He focused for a moment at her hand in his then let it slide away. His palm pressed against her cheek briefly. "I'm drunk. I should probably go home."


Daniel awoke to the sound of his own moaning.

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