"J.C., what do you want to tell me?" Ali asked, J.C. sensing that she needed to know what he needed to say.
It all came out in a rush. It wasn't exactly as romantic as he had planned it to be, in his dreams and fantasies. "Ali, I want to be with you so bad it hurts, I love you so much, I just want to protect you, and I know we're meant to be."
"What? J.C., talk slower, and don't open your mouth so much, your lip is bleeding.
So that's what I taste, J.C. thought. My own blood, shed for the one I love. Taking a deep breath, J.C. tried to clear his pounding head, to no avail, while Ali waited patiently for J.C. to answer. He looked over at her again, sitting there, all of her attention on him, waiting for him to speak. "Ali, I love you."
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Did he just say that he loves me? Ali asked herself. Oh, dear Lord, I was dating P.J. for a year before he told me he loved me. I still don't think he meant it, though. He looks so sincere, he must mean what he's saying. "You love me?" Ali asked, half-afraid of his answer.
J.C. opened his mouth to speak, but yet again, no words came out. So he just shook his head yes.
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Ali sat there for a moment, looking at her hands intently, obviously thinking. J.C. couldn't stand to hear her answer, but he didn't know whether to let his head fall into his hands or get up and leave. He wasn't about to cry in front of her, hell would freeze over first, so he chose the latter.
"I better go," J.C. said, standing up.
Ali was jolted to attention quickly. No, I can't let him leave. Not without telling him that I love him, Ali thought to herself as J.C. stood up. "No, J.C., wait, I... I love you too."
This made J.C. stop in his tracks. He was about ready to run for the door when she said that she loved him. "You... You do?"
"J.C., I've loved you since I was seventeen years old. I just saw you, standing backstage, and I couldn't help myself. J.C., I love you."
"Oh, God, Ali, I love you so much," J.C. said, moving toward Ali and, not caring about his bleeding lip, kissed her passionately and lovingly.
Ali couldn't help herself. Neither could J.C. Within a few minutes, she and J.C. had wandered their way into her bedroom, shedding clothing along with way. As Ali tried to take off J.C.'s shirt, he let out a moan, obviously from the purplish bruise on his ribcage.
"Oh, J.C., I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Ali asked, panicked.
"Baby, I'm fine." J.C. saw the uneasy look in her eyes, and reassured her by saying, "Really, honey, I'm fine. There is nothing I want more right now than you, trust me," J.C. said, while kissing Ali on the cheek.
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