"Why not?" The familiar voice whispers in your ear.

Startled, you pull away from JC, staring into the handsome face that haunts your dreams night after night. "What are you doing here?" You cry, anger and sorrow in you’re voice.

His deep green eyes, once full of life, look at you as if he hadn’t seen you in so long. "Barbara Ann, I begged JC to bring me here. I can’t bear another second without you." He whispers tearfully.

"You cheated on me, plain and simple." You sob, trying to become angry at him. You think of the girls he had cheated on you with. It wasn’t working. All you can think about is kissing those luscious lips of his. "You brought one of those girls into our home! You slept with her in our bed!"

"I didn’t." He says, looking at you straight in the face. "She claimed she was a really good friend of yours, Baby girl. She wanted to wait for you in the house, when you came home from work." He looks down at his hands. "I didn’t want her to stay there, in case she was lying, and was a fan and took something, but I was paged by JC to do some work in the studio."

"Oh my god." You whisper. Everything that girl had told you was a lie. Then the realization hits you. He still thinks of you as the most precious thing in the world to him.

JC backs off, as if he’s ready to leave you and him alone, to work things out. But you’re not ready. You’re heart is still tender, and still broken. "I need time." You finally whisper to him.

"Time is what you will get." He whispers back, wanting to take you into his arms and hold you forever. "But don’t wait for forever."

And with that, he and JC walk out of the house. They don’t wait for you’re goodbye, nor for the soft sighs as you try to calm down enough to think.

As soon as the car was gone from the driveway, you immediately call you’re best friend, the only other person from you’re old life who knows everything. "Jessie!" You whimper into the phone. "I was wrong!"

"Hold on girl. Calm down and tell me everything." Jessa Adams says, settling down in her own home, waiting with a box of tissues. She knows she will be crying right along side you once it is over.

In a halting voice, you tell her everything. From the moment you saw Britney in the bed, naked, to the declaration that he had made about Britney being a liar. Jessa helps you figure everything out.

In spite of everything, you still need to tell Justin that Britney was trying to cheat on him. It’s been months since you and Britney were friends, ever since that day you found her in the bed, naked.

As soon as you get off the phone with Jessa, you realize that you want to go back. To the life you used to have. Life wasn’t as fun now as it had been with him. You pick up the phone again, starting to dial his cell phone number out of memory. But before you can finish, you hang up.

"I can’t do it." You whisper to the empty house. All the happy times, well, they couldn’t make up for the empty time, and the fights. Something inside of you wants to go back, but something else doesn’t. Is it the thought that he might cheat again? No. Seeing him tonight has definitely erased that thought from you’re head. He will never cheat again.

So why can’t you go back? It bugs you all night as you try to sleep. After a few hours of tossing and turning, you get back up and go into the closet for the box that you never dare to open.

It holds memories of you and him. The first date at the beach, where he had later on brought you back to, and had the words ‘Will you marry me?’ in the sand, right where you two had shared your first kiss. The time that he decided to play bodyguard and took you to Disney World for a day.

You smile at the memories. Him holding you close, whispering something into your ear, like it was a secret. You’re resolve to never forgive him for what had happened melts away like the snow on the ground before the spring thaw.

Even though it’s 3 am, you know you’ve had enough time. Grabbing you’re flannel robe, you fly downstairs. The phone is waiting for you to pick it up and dial his number.

"I’m so sorry." You start to cry softly as he picks up the phone. JC had left his hotel number on the table before they had left earlier that night. "Please forgive me?"

His deep voice, laced with sleep makes you’re heart flutter. "I’ll be right over." He says, hope in his voice.

You pace for what seems like hours, waiting for him to get there. Finally, the lights shine into the house, and you’re out the front door, in foot deep snow rushing to get to him.

It seems like years since you last felt his arms around you, and those luscious lips on your own. "I’m so, so, sorry." You whisper after the passionate embrace.

"So am I, Baby girl." He whispers back. "Can you ever forgive me for being such a prick?"

"Now that I know the truth, yes." You reply, a smile gracing you’re face for the first time in months.

His sweet kiss sends you swirling head long into a place where there is only him and you. "I love you Lance." You whisper against his lips. "More than life itself."

"I love you too Baby girl."