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Author's Notes:

Story Notes:

--From this moment, life has begun.--
--Shania Twain, "From this moment"--

Up and down. Up and down. He ran his fingers up and down Ray's back. Ray's smooth skin seemed to draw his fingers to tracing imaginary patterns up and down Ray's back. Up and down. Up and down.

"I think I love you." Ray whispered into his skin, pressing several open-mouthed kisses along his throat. Listening to the heart beating beneath him, he waited for a response.

Green eyes met his and he shuddered. "You don't love me."

Ray nodded, unsurprised that he wasn't believed. A crack of lightning outside introduced a storm. But they were inside, they were warm, and they were together.

He whispered. "I won't drop you. I promise."

A [man's] life is a history of the affections. --Washington Irving

The End