Feeling her struggles cease, she was then leaning against him.  Her head against his chest.  He looked down and realized how small and vulnerable she could be, holding her close stroked the curve of her head, soft hair under his hand as she sunk her head into his chest.  Ignoring everything else he let the silence engulf them, like a balm that brought them closer, his heart beating a little faster.<br/><br/>"This is a great memory," Michael whispered looking down at her, not wanting to let her go.<br/><br/>Giving her a moment held her back so he could look down at her, dark rimmed eyes staring up at him.  A part of him wanted more which surprised him, they had been close but never physical.  Casting a deep, longing look in her eyes,  "I already made a mess of things with Callie," he admitted guiltily his voice dropping as other campers walked by looking at the two of them.  They looked to be a mismatch, but he did not care.<br/><br/>Michael lay a hand on her shoulder ignoring everyone else.  "I did not want to do that with you.  You're," the words caught in his throat.  What could he say after so long?  They'd been apart, living their own lives but she had always been there a part of his life.<br/><br/>"You know you're special to me, always have been."  His hand trembled a bit as he felt the blush creep up his neck, "if I am going to spend a summer with anyone, I'm glad its you."