Lane let out a sigh. If he thought she was going to suddenly stop worrying about the past and the future, this was likely going to be difficult, for the both of them. Lane had always been that sort of person. What jostled her, though, was his assumption that this was all the fault of some past relationship. Some other man. Yes, that had caused some of her trepidation at first, but now that was not the case. She felt her concerns and fears came from a legitimate place, not from the ghosts of relationships past. She had to answer his question first, which was not an easy one.<br/><br/>"I want to figure out what I am...And I want to be happy with my life." She said, because it was the first thing that came to her mind. A second thought came just as quick. "I don't want to end up like Adella. I don't want want to be consumed by darkness." Though she know had her ancestor's memories, she had managed to sort of separate them from her own. She did not feel like some later version of her. Lane was still herself, still the person she had always been, she just had more knowledge about where she and her soul had come from. And she was not the person that Adella had been, she was not going to repeat those mistakes....As long as James was not one of those mistakes. That one, she might very well repeat. Lane was not sure she could help herself.<br/><br/>"And this isn't just about the battering of my past, I know I'm still working through that, but this...This isn't<i>that</i>." Her gaze was heavy on him, for a moment. She was no longer worried about the insecurities of the past, she did not think he would harm her as past boyfriends had...But she still had caught on to the selfish streak that seemed to permeate his personality. Sometimes hurt and harm were not purely about intention. Sometimes things just happened.<br/><br/>As she looked into his eyes, she expected some grand revelation, some sign that this was the right way to go. Nothing came to her and Lane let out a sigh.<br/><br/>"Fuck it." She muttered. They could spend hours debating all this, trying to plan for a future that they might not even have. Or she could just have him, she could show him, in the bedroom at least, that she could give as good as she got.<br/><br/>Her lips crashed against his, hands grasping the sides of his face. Lane kissed him deeply, allowing her tongue to taste him, her lips to dance against his. It was easier to drown in this than it was to try and keep fighting the tide. She pulled back and her words came out in a fervent pant. Her eyes had a hunger in them, Lane hadn't realized it until now, but she was starving for this. For him. For someone to want her as much as she wanted them.<br/><br/>"Right now, all I want is for you to make me forget my name. Forget all this shit that's spinning around me, for awhile. Think you're up for that?"