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Brady and Mimi could not stop kissing as they headed upstairs. It had taken them a good deal of time to navigate the stairs, and they kept knocking into walls and pieces of furniture. They finally managed to make it in to Brady’s room, and Brady kicked his door closed behind him as they made their way to the bed. When Mimi backed up against it, she started to lean back, with Brady catching her and letting her down onto his bed. He knelt as he continued easing her down, and when she was flat on the bed, he lowered himself on top of her, keeping the brunt of his weight on his elbows on either side of her. The kissing was quickly growing in heat and intensity, each kiss more passionate than the one before, each leaving both of them hungrier and craving more.

Brady broke the lip-lock to leave a blazing trail of kisses down Mimi’s neck and across her collarbone. Mimi could only revel in the sensations, unable to think or judge what she should be doing. Many of the old familiar feelings she had when she was with Brady were returning along with a few new ones she eagerly welcomed. "What are you doing to me?" she moaned, clawing at his back.

Brady stopped, cocked his head, and with a devilish grin said, "Seducing you. Is it working?"

"I think so," Mimi nodded, amazed that she was able to speak at all. Brady had decided earlier in the evening that he was going to take this slowly, but all decisions and reason had gone flying out the window the second Mimi had stepped into his room. He felt like he’d been waiting for this for an eternity and he wasn’t about to deny himself now. Brady tugged at the bottom of Mimi’s shirt, lifting it free of her jeans. She watched what he was doing, holding her breath as his strong and sure hand continued lifting her shirt off of her body. He finally managed to pull it up over her head and Mimi thanked the Underwear Gods that she was wearing one of her nicest bras.

Brady simply stared at her, almost as if he was caressing her body with his eyes. Mimi wondered what Brady was thinking and started to feel self-conscious, wanting to cross her arms in front of her as Brady continued devouring her with his gaze.

"You’re more beautiful than I even imagined," he finally breathed, and Mimi felt a bolt of shock shoot through her. That was about the last thing she expected him to say, and it still always surprised her when he said she was beautiful. With his fingertips he began stroking her skin gently, loving the sensation of the softness underneath him. He couldn’t believe how smooth she was. His hand moved up her arm to her shoulder where he began running his index finger underneath one bra strap. A broad grin crossed his face.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked him, fascinated by the way he touched her.

"I think Victoria just told me her secret," he responded in a teasing tone, pulling the strap off of her shoulder and pressing kisses where it had been. Mimi could only close her eyes and clutch onto him. Brady’s hand stole around to her back and his fingers moved to the clasp of her bra and he deftly undid it.

"Brady, maybe we shouldn’t do this with your parents still awake," Mimi whispered as she felt her bra go slack, the tautness gone when Brady unclasped it.

"There’s only one thing that’s going to stop me right now," Brady murmured back, his hand moving back to her shoulder and grabbing the strap, ready to ease the delicate piece of silk off of Mimi’s body.

A loud knock came at Brady’s door, and the two stared at each other with widened eyes. "And there it is," Brady growled. Mimi grabbed her shirt and got onto the floor on the side of the bed opposite to the door, her erratic heartbeat loud in her ears. "Brady?" his father’s voice came through the door.

Ascertaining that Mimi was hidden, Brady opened his door and ran his fingers through his ruffled hair. "What is it, Dad?"

"Where’s Mimi?" John asked, pulling his coat on.

"She’s probably downstairs or in Belle’s room," Brady smoothly lied. "Why?" Brady suddenly noted the look of worry and concern on his father’s face, and knitted his eyebrows together. "Has something happened?"

"Can you find Mimi for me and drive her down to University Hospital? There’s been an accident."

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Mimi pushed the tears off of her face. She couldn’t believe that Belle had come so close to…she couldn’t even think the words. John and Marlena had taken one car and wanted Brady to take his so that there’d be enough room to bring Belle and Shawn home. John had rightly judged that both Brady and Mimi would want to come and see Belle at the hospital.

Mimi stole a glance at a stoic Brady, his jaw tight and set and his gaze focused on the road. He’d run two stop signs and was speeding, but Mimi understood just how he felt. She knew how much he loved his younger sister. It was obvious to her that Brady was capable of great love. A semi-selfish part of her wished that he could point just a little of that in her direction.

"I’m sure she’ll be fine," Mimi finally said, shattering the thunderous silence. It hurt her to see Brady hurt. Something constricted in her chest when she looked at him suffering, something painful, and it just reaffirmed to her how much she was in love with him.

Brady glanced in her direction and looked back to the front, saying nothing. He reached over to downshift and left his hand there. Mimi tentatively reached out, afraid that Brady would reject her, and took his hand in her own. As soon as she made contact he grabbed onto her hand tightly, his grip almost painful. After a minute, Mimi leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled her hand to him, holding it against his chest. A second later his cheek was resting on top of Mimi’s head.

Brady realized how good it felt to have someone to lean on, someone who would lean on him in return. He’d never felt at any point in his life that he had someone there just for him – someone just in his corner. Maybe that’s why he missed a mother he’d never known and didn’t remember – he always imagined that she would have been his biggest supporter, someone he could rely on, someone he could trust. And here he was with Mimi nestled against him, trying to offer him comfort…Brady thought that maybe he’d finally found what he’d been looking for. Most of his thoughts were crowded with worry about his sister, but some remote part of his brain tried to frantically warn him about what was happening.

He was falling in love.

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Philip was getting his butt kicked.

Chloe had managed to get every hole with two strokes or less. Philip had never seen anybody get as many holes in one as Chloe had. She was like some sort of golf prodigy. And she was killing him. He wasn’t playing nearly as well as she was. Arnold Palmer couldn’t have played as well as Chloe was. He had to remind himself that was this about having fun, about having a good time. Philip had to quash his overly competitive nature. While it worked for him on the field or on the court, it didn’t mesh with dating. We’re having fun, he reiterated. The most important thing is that Chloe has a good time.

"Are you okay?" Chloe inquired at the odd expression on Philip’s face.

"You didn’t tell me your real last name was Woods," Philip replied, a smile quickly lighting up his handsome face.

"Woods?" Chloe questioned as Philip moved into position to take his turn at putting the ball.

"You know, as in Tiger?"

"Who’s Tiger Woods? Is he related to our history teacher Mr. Woods?" Chloe asked quizzically.

Philip turned his head to smile at her. "Never mind. It’s just painful for a guy’s ego when the girl he’s dating beats him at anything."

Should she have not tried to win? Chloe wondered. Was that wrong somehow? Was she supposed to let him win? Then her mind wrapped itself around one word Philip said.

"Dating?" she said, eyebrows raised. "Are we dating?"

Philip bit his lower lip as his ball traveled down the green towards the hole. "I think there are definite date-like qualities at work here. And you said you’d go out with me again, so…Yeah. I’d say we’re dating."

"The Magic 8-ball said I’d go out with you again," Chloe teased, liking the feeling of talking about going out again with Philip, "Not me."

"Then I’ll have to do everything I can tonight to make sure you’re interested in going out with me again," Philip said over his shoulder as he carefully lined up his next shot. Chloe smiled at the way he said "interested". It was the second time she’d notice it – how he softened the T and made it sound like "inner-rested". Gag, she thought. Listen to me. Get a hold of yourself, Chloe Lane. You’re starting to sound like some sappy, romantic airhead.

But as she watched the determined look on Philip’s face, the way he stuck his tongue out a little in concentration, she decided that sappy and romantic wasn’t so bad after all. And she began to wonder how long she’d have to wait until Philip kissed her again. Should she somehow let him know she was interested in doing more than just going out on another date? That she’d really like to be kissed? Was there some sort of procedure for that? Chloe had no idea how she was supposed to flirt or let him know what she wanted without making a complete fool of herself.

Philip hit the ball into the cup and walked back triumphantly to Chloe, a bit of a swagger in his stride. He noticed how red Chloe’s face was. "Is everything okay? Your face is all flushed."

"Oh, everything’s fine," Chloe said with a wave of her hand. Philip continued to peer at her, studying her intently. "What?" she finally asked.

With a slight shake of his head he responded, "It’s just with the moonlight on you and everything…You’re just…you’re so beautiful."

"Do you…do you really think that?" Chloe responded, still finding it hard to accept the compliment.

"If I didn’t, I wouldn’t keep saying it," Philip replied, taking her hand in his, and gently rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

"Are you sure?" she asked in a disbelieving tone of voice.

"Wait. Let me check." Philip stopped for a moment, cocked his head and put a hand to his chin as if he were thinking. "Yes. I’m sure. But thanks for asking."

Chloe’s gentle laughter washed over him, and Philip felt another victory at getting Chloe to laugh again.

"I can’t believe that you don’t think you’re pretty," Philip said. "How can you not know how beautiful you are?"

Chloe’s face fell, and Philip knew that somehow he’d managed to say the wrong thing. Why didn’t Chloe like being told how beautiful she was? Didn’t girls like that sort of thing? It seemed like every time he said it she got upset. Philip decided they were going to have to change that.

"Hey," he said gently, putting his hand under her chin and turning her to face him. "You are beautiful. And I’m going to keep telling you until you believe me. Get it?"

Chloe smiled slightly. "Got it."

"Good. Now let’s play some more golf."

Chloe went to put her ball down and in her haste managed to drop it. It bounced over the small retaining wall that enclosed that particular hole and went into the stream that was running next to the course. Chloe had to hold in a curse and went to retrieve her ball. It had floated along the water for a bit, and then settled in among some rocks. Chloe was going to have to go out to the rocks to get the ball back.

"Hey, careful!" Philip warned as Chloe began stepping out into the stream, walking towards her as if to prevent her from going after the ball.

"I’ll be fi…" Chloe began as her foot gave out on the slippery rock underneath her. Before she knew what had happened, she was sitting on the stream on her rear end. Philip’s hands were immediately on her arms helping her back to her feet. As Chloe went to stand on her right foot, sharp shooting pains encased her ankle.

"Ow!" she cried out, leaning over to rub her hand over her ankle. Philip helped her over to a bench and sat her down. He crouched down and took her leg in his hands. He began running his fingers over her ankle to ascertain how bad the damage was.

This is not supposed to be making you feel light-headed, Chloe reprimanded herself. This is supposed to be painful.

But despite her injury, Philip’s touch was doing funny things to Chloe. A tingling sensation ran up the length of her legs to her stomach where the butterflies that had moved in the first time Philip touched her started doing the jitterbug. Philip glanced up at Chloe and then back down at her ankle. Even her ankle was smooth. He turned her foot this way and that, looking at her ankle from different angles. He had to swallow down the gulp that was forming in his throat. Ankles weren’t supposed to be sexy. What was wrong with him?

With your brain, he told himself. You’re supposed to be thinking with your brain right now. He released her ankle and stood up, putting his hands into his jean pockets.

"Um," he cleared his throat, "It doesn’t seem to be broken. I mean, there’s nothing sticking out or anything. Everything seems to be right where it should be."

"I guess this means our date is over," Chloe said sadly. She felt like she didn’t want this night to ever end.

"That all depends on you," Philip said with a sly smile, as he sat next to her on the bench.

"What?"

"I can take you home if you’re hurting too much, or…"

"Or what?"

"We could go back to my house and hang. Do some off-your-feet type things. What do you want to do?" Philip waited expectantly for a response.

to be continued...

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