I can't, have to work x I hate you right now.

No, you love me. I will come by tomorrow, ok?

Ok Reag's. I miss you x I miss you too, I miss your mom as well. How is she?

She is going well, I haven't told her about Jeremy.

Oh? Do you think that is wise?

I will ring her now boss.

Lol. I love you, behave.

You too. Say hi to Harley for me. Wink Wink.

Bitch.

Hearts and kisses.

I am smiling when I put the phone down; I can't wait until this shit is over and I can move on with my life the way I want; with Reagan, with Trav and with my family. I hear the sound of rain splattering on the roof and I feel my body instantly become tense. I haven't felt the rain on my face for years; I can't bring myself to go out in it, afraid it will start storming.

"Hey..."

I turn and Trav is back in the room, staring down at me.

"Oh hey."

"Do you trust me baby?"

"Of course."

"Then come with me."

He takes my hand and begins leading me outside. I still.

"No Travis."

"I won't let you get hurt, I promise you that. There is no storm."

"It might be close and..."

"If you don't get over this soon Vi, it is going to eat you up."

"I am afraid."

"Being afraid is good, but facing what scares you is better."

"Please..."

"Come on, just stand in it for a minute. I am going to be with you every step of the way."

I swallow, and my feet move slowly forward, when we step outside the wind touches my face and the smell of rain invades my nostrils. I haven't smelt rain for so long and how I have missed it. Travis smooths his fingers over my hand and leads me further out. When we are on the edge of the patio, he brings my fingers to his lips.

"You can do this, I know you can. You gotta let go; an accident happened, but you gotta let go."

I take the step. When the rain hits my face, I feel so many different emotions. The first is fear, and I instantly recoil, but Travis takes me in his arms and holds me tight. What comes next is relief, pure and utter relief. I am facing it; I am in the rain. Lastly, I feel pure joy; I haven't felt the rain for so long and oh how I have missed it. Travis slowly lets me go and I raise my face to the sky and relish in the feeling of water dripping down onto my face.

"Atta girl!" Travis grins.

"I am doing it Trav, I am doing it."

"I am so fucking proud right now."

He lifts me and swings me around; I squeal and giggle as the rain soaks my skin. We laugh and chase each other. The feeling inside me is a feeling I haven't felt since I was a child. I don't know if I could feel the same in a storm, but this step, is a huge step for me. The trembling in my legs is replaced with energy that makes me want to leap and jump.

Travis swings me again, and we tumble onto the ground. He rolls on top of me and brings his lips down on mine. I can taste rain; it has a distinct taste; it's fresh and natural. Our tongues meet, and our moans carry off with the wind. Travis rakes his fingers through my hair and licks droplets of rain from my cheeks. He looks down at me, his eyes full of pride and love.

"Mischief, I love you. I want you to know I love you."

I feel my heart stammer, and I reach up to grip his cheek.

"You do?"

"I love you with every part of me. I have loved you since the day I met you and it will never change."

"I love you too, god so much."

His lips come down on mine again, and I reach up to stroke his wet hair. He gathers me in his arms, lifting me and carrying me inside. He takes me into his room, and into his shower. He turns the hot water on, then turns to me. He brings his lips down onto my shoulder; his tongue swipes out and licks the moisture beading on my skin. I shiver and take hold of his hands, bringing them to my shirt.

He slowly lifts it over my head, leaning down to trail kisses up my stomach as he moves. When he has me naked, he slowly removes his own clothes until we are standing and staring at each other. Desperate, wanting. He grips my hands and walks me into the shower, when the hot water hits my skin I moan and tilt my head back. Travis leans in and slides his tongue over my throat.

"Trav, I want you; I want you so bad."

He crushes our bodies together and brings his mouth over mine so hard I bite my own lip. I don't care though; I pull him as deeply into the kiss as I can get him. I want to feel all of him, need to have him inside me. He slides his fingers down my body and then over my nipples. They harden under his touch and he continues rolling them in his thumb and forefinger.

He slides his hand lower then and traces little circles over my hips before sliding his fingers into my sex and stroking. I whimper into his mouth and deepen the kiss; I can feel him pressing against me hard and ready. I want every ounce of him tonight; I need to feel him against me, inside me and around me.

"Trav, no condom. I want all of you."

He pulls back and looks down at me. "Are you protected?"

"I'm on the pill."

"God..."

He reaches down to grip my legs and wrap them around his hips. He presses me against the cold tiled wall, and I shiver at the mixture of sensations shooting through my body. He presses his cock against my entrance and I whimper, wiggling my hips and desperately begging for him to drive home. He presses in just a touch, then pulls out, then presses back in.

"God please Trav, don't play with me."

He slides back in slowly, inch by inch, he sinks into my flesh. A strangled groan escapes his lips, and he nibbles on my earlobe as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. I grip his shoulders, dragging my nails through his skin as he thrusts in and out, jerking his hips in that perfect way. I feel the heat soaring through me, starting at my toes and building higher and higher.

"I can't hold on." I cry.

"Come, god Mischief, come."

He is thrusting hard and fast now; his back muscles are building with each pump. I release hard and fast, clenching around him and crying out his name. He bellows, and I feel his seed hot and hard spurting inside me. I have never felt this before, and the feeling is overwhelming. Travis's release is more powerful, his cries more intense, his growls deeper.

"God, Violet." He pants against my skin.

"Why do we do this to ourselves rockstar?"

He chuckles. "Coz we are crazy girl."

"I am not crazy." I grin.

"No, you are beautiful."

"You know Trav, you are pretty alright yourself?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Trav?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Tell me something about your life in New York?"

He thinks a moment. "What do you want to know?"

"Was it crazy?"

"Yeah, the city is mad. People are moving all the time, just constantly."

"And what about the music, was it cool playing there?"

"Oh yeah, it was unreal. I just like it here more..."

"Did you have a girl Trav?"

He stiffens.

"You did?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you love her?"

He looks at me with pained eyes. "Not how I love you."

"That isn't what I asked."

"Yeah, I did love her."

"What happened?"

"It wasn't what I wanted, we just weren't getting along."

"So you left her?"

"A few months before I moved away."

"Trav?"

He looks at me; his eyes search my face.

"Do you ever regret coming back?"

"No, I only regret one thing in my life Mischief, and that was leaving in the first place."

CHAPTER 17.

"Mischief girl, stop drinking all that beer."

I give Chief the finger, and then stumble backwards with a giggle. Trav's arms encircle me, and I smile stupidly up at him.

"You are drunk."

"I love you rockstar, hmmmm, yes I do."

He snorts. "You love the dirt, the ants, the trees...I am not sure I feel flattered right now."

"Oh my god, I do love ants."

"Travis, get that girl some water."

I run over and high jump onto Chief's lap; he lets out a loud 'oomph'.

"Jesus girl, way to kill me."

"Daddy, don't be so uptight."