Helena felt the cold hands as they captured her bare arms once more, what was it about this woman that made her lose all sense of direction and feel emotionally charged whenever she was around. She allowed the touch although she wasn’t sure why, maybe this would be goodbye she thought. Then her heart ached as it suffered multiple twinges, Dylan would leave she was free to do that. Is that what she wanted to do Helena thought, as her head began to spin she felt dizzy her over active thoughts causing her brain cells to fry.

Pulling the British woman into an unexpected hug Dylan felt sure she could be brave enough to spur through whatever Helena had to throw at her. Hell she even thought if Helena wanted her to walk through fire she would if it would make her change her mind.

"I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me you no longer want to see me. I love you and only you that will never change. I just want you to be happy, that’s all I care about my happiness doesn’t even come into. Will you give me a second chance… To prove all those thoughts you’re having questioning my motives can then be laid to rest".

The soft lips tickled Helena’s ear, any attempt she had to steer clear of this woman would never work. She was just in her head she was also etched into her heart. Would Dylan never hurt her again, as she was about to speak her thoughts Dylan’s lips laced intricate butterfly kisses from her ear all the way to her mouth ensuring she didn’t miss an inch of skin on the womans cheek.

Helena sucked in the air but couldn’t breath out too scared to let Dylan know she loved how her lips felt on her skin. And Dylan knew that spot by her ear like the back of her hand she had not forgot how Helena felt whenever she kissed her there.

Helena could feel the anticipation as she awaited the lips to find her mouth, she had no intention of pushing Dylan away but she couldn’t appear too eager to break her resolve or shake her thoughts completely.

Dylan could sense the shift in the way the beautiful brunette was now breathing, she felt intoxicated that the taste of her skin tasted just as good as she remember even sweeter in fact. Her eyes remained open unwilling to miss how Helena looked her face flawless and complexion always radiant. The British womans eyes were wired closed to afraid to open them, she knew her eyes would be the first thing to betray her they always had. She opted to let herself be kissed and think of nothing else until that moment had past.