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The rain still poured on us as Smith held me in his arms. The sex was quite intense but, it was the first time he told me he loved me. I didn't really know how to feel at that moment.

"I love you Amanda." He whispered softly as he spoke again.

And then he held me close to him as the rain fell down on us. We were in that position for quite awhile and I could feel his heart beating as I saw the steam rising from his body. He scooped me up in his slender arms and carried me inside and to our bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed and I slipped under the satin sheets, less than a few moments later he joined me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he kissed me goodnight. Not too long after that we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I fell into a very deep sleep and for the first time in a long time I had the same nightmare, the same nightmare that replayed the events to the night Kyle died.

Kyle had kissed me before he left, it was raining.

"I love you Amanda!"

"I love you too!" I called back.

A few hours later I had gotten the call that Kyle was in an accident and I should get there right away. The dream was so vivid as I drove to him. It had happened so fast and not far from my house. When I got there he was pinned in between his car and tree. He didn't have much longer to live.

"He doesn't have much longer. If you need to say your goodbyes, you better do it now." The EMT on duty advised me.

I slowly walked up to him with tears in my eyes. Kyle looked as if he were near death as he slowly turned his head to look at me. He gave a slight smile. I shook my head and closed my eyes because I couldn't bear to look at him like that.

"Hey baby...." He could barely speak.

I took his hand as my tears were now falling freely.

"It's not fair." I said through my tears.

"I love you ... please ... remember ...."

I held his head in my arms and stroked his head. I started to sob uncontrollably.

"Please don't cry ...." Kyle told me.

"Please don't leave me baby! Please don't leave me!" I pleaded.

But my pleas went unanswered as he died in my arms. The rain pounded on both of us. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on me and then I heard a familiar voice call me out of my dream, it was Smith.

"Amanda?"

My eyes snapped open, he had a look of concern on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked me.

"It was just a bad dream." I told him.

He looked at me for a moment and kissed my forehead as he stroked my hair.

"It must have been a very bad one."

"Yeah it was."

He just held me close. And then he took me by surprise when he spoke again.

"The dream was about Kyle wasn't it?"

I nodded.

"Do you still miss him?" He asked me.

"There really isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him." I confessed.

He just held me in his arms. Finally we fell back to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a very soft kiss on the lips. It was light at first and then I felt his tongue slip past my lips. I kissed him back, my eyes were still closed as he opened my legs and positioned himself on top of me. I let out a soft sigh. I opened my eyes and there he was smiling at me.

"Good morning."

"Good morning yourself." I answered.

We kissed again.

"Before we went to bed last night, you said something to me on the balcony after we made love. Did you mean that?"

"Yes. I do love you."

And then he kissed me again. I didn't know what to think. Here was this man, who I had met on the internet not too long ago professing his love for me. Yes, the sex was explosive and yes, I enjoyed his company. And when he was away from me, all I could think about was being with him, so maybe I did love him in return. But why was I afraid to say it? Could it be that I was afraid to love again?