He stands up and walks away, still naked. Oh my, his ass looks so firm and sexy. Everything on him is sexy and perfect. To me at least. I would give anything to get this moment every day. Just with him. I still can't even believe I'm here with him. The feeling is surreal.

I stand up on shaky legs and bend down to reach for my clothes, but quickly remember that my bra and shirt are still in the pool. Crap! So much for leaving tomorrow morning like nothing happened.

I get ready to look for something to cover up with when, from the corner of my eye, I notice Kellan's guitar leaning against the wall. My stomach does a happy dance just remembering the sight of him with it. Now, I can't help but to want to touch it. To feel what he feels while holding it.

I walk over to it and pick it up, running my hands over it, admiring it. It's so beautiful. I place the strap around my neck and hold it like I've seen Adric hold it a million times and how Kellan held it a few days ago. An unstoppable smile forms on my lips as I close my eyes and picture Kellan playing it and singing at the bar. His performance stunned me. His passion about brought me to my knees.

Lost in thought, I feel Kellan's arms wrap tightly around me as his lips smile against my neck, and the hardness of his naked body presses against my back. "Damn . . . you look sexy as hell, naked, holding a guitar. What I wouldn't give to see this every day." His hands reach around and he softly rubs his fingers over the strings, making a melody. This excites me and I'm turned on once again.

I lean my neck back as he starts playing a somewhat familiar tune, his fingers gently strumming the guitar, with me in the middle. This is so hot. Both of us naked, him showing me his skills while I hold the guitar. I would have never imagined I'd be so lucky. "I remember what it was like playing for the first time. It was so damn frustrating that I wanted to break this damn thing." He laughs softly, then kisses my shoulder. "Adric kept me together, telling me I could do it if I put my heart into it. It took a while to finally get what he was saying, but, eventually I did."

"You played beautifully," I admit. "The beauty of your passion stole my breath away." I turn my neck and he kisses me on the lips, sighs and pulls away.

I can feel the heat radiating from his body, but his arms no longer hold me. His body just barely brushes mine. Somehow, that makes me feel cold inside.

It's silent for a moment before he speaks. "Do you remember this guitar, Phoenix?"

"No," I hesitate. "Should I?" I don't remember it other than him playing it on the roof and at the bar, but somehow, I don't think he means either.

He takes a deep breath and holds it in for a minute before releasing it. "It was Adric's. After he passed, I had it restored. I took care of it because I knew how much it meant to him." His voice is laced with the pain I feel from his words.

A single tear falls down my face, but I don't even bother with wiping it away. Hearing those words have made me both happy and sad. Kellan has done so much for Adric over the years and this gesture is by far the best. They were like brothers, inseparable. Adric loved him just as much as he loved me and that's another reason I believe Kellan left with good reason. He would never hurt anyone on purpose. He was never selfish; always giving. "I can't believe it. I thought it was missing," I breathe. "I freaked out and looked for it everywhere. This guitar was everything to him. His life line. He wanted nothing more than to have it restored." I stare down at the guitar as more tears flood my cheeks. "You were always so good to him. He loved you so much. He always told me that. You were the brother he never had."

He reaches over me and grabs the guitar, pulling it safely over my head. I turn to look at him as he stares up at the ceiling. His jaw clenches as if he's holding back tears. The thought makes me want to reach out and hold him, to comfort him. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up, relax a bit and I'll have dinner ready when you're done."

He opens his eyes and my heart breaks for him. I can see and feel the pain as if it were mine. "Okay. Thank you, Kellan. For everything." I want him to know, everything he did made a difference in Adric's life. He could never do any wrong in Adric's eyes.

I pull myself together and walk out of the room and into the bathroom around the corner. My eyes widen as I look around the dimly lighted room in surprise. The bathroom is painted black and silver, with designs painted onto the wall. You can tell they were hand painted by Kellan and they are amazingly detailed.

Peeling my eyes away from the walls, I look around the room. The hot tub, big enough for only two people, sits off in the far back of the room, away from the toilet and double sink.

I walk over to the water, running my hands along the wall on the way. Standing above it, I dip my toes in it, testing it before submerging my body, all the way up to my neck. I could get used to this, but I can't and I won't. It will only hurt more when I have to say goodbye. All I can do is enjoy it right now while I can. So, I close my eyes and let my thoughts consume me.

After resting in the hot tub for a good forty minutes, I step out, dry off and wrap the towel around my body. I make my way over to the door and poke my head out, to ensure Rayne isn't around to eat me for a snack. When I don't see her anywhere in site, I tiptoe down the hallway until I find my way to the kitchen. Right away, my nose fills with the sweet aroma of his homemade cooking.

I poke my head inside, to see Kellan standing in front of the stove, in a pair of black briefs. They are so tight around his perfect ass that the site almost leaves me gasping for air. Why does he do this? Is he torturing me on purpose?

My eyes wander down his muscled legs and land on Rayne, laying on the floor next to his feet. She looks up when she notices me, but then quickly lays back down as if she could care less. Thank goodness for that.

Watching him cook me dinner turns me on so much, I almost don't even want to disturb him. I could stand here all night, just watching the way his muscles flex every time he moves. I'm almost tempted to walk over to him and peel those briefs off so I can press my naked body to his while he cooks. It’s so damn tempting, but I'm spineless when it comes to him.

"Hey," I say softly. "It smells amazing in here."

He turns around, smiles and sets the spatula down. My eyes trail over his hard muscles as he eyes me and makes his way over, placing his lips to mine for a quick kiss. "I hope you're starving, because I made one of your favorite meals." He runs his hands up my arms before ushering me over to the round table. "Sit down." He walks back over to the stove and turns it off. "I want you to eat enough because once we're done, we're spending the rest of the day, naked in my bed. You're mine for tonight."