Lyall felt someone coming up behind her, assuming that it was Tyson though that still did not stop the bit of shock that crept up into her spine as he hugged her. The sensation was quickly washed away by one of pleasure though at the feel of his lips and warm breath against the back of her. â€œGood morning to you tooâ€ she said a bit breathy. Her stomach starting to twist into knots from the pangs of old fear that were threatening to destroy the moment between them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No! Not now! This moment was not going to be ruined!</span><br/><br/>She said to herself as she turned in his arms and kissed him deeply before the feeling consumed her. Her arms wrapped about his neck as she pressed her body to his own, her tongue finding its way into his mouth for a heavy and sudden make out session. When she moaned against his lips she finally pulled away, blushing as she went to go and move the food from the burners before it could burn. Standing there at the stove, her cheeks burning red as her heart raced in her chest Lyall struggled to control the torrent of emotions that were waging war within her.<br/><br/>Repeating to herself that she was safe and that she did not have to worry about Tyson hurting her. He told her himself that he loved her. That he would never hurt her and would in fact protect her. She was safe and loved with him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Then why did her chest tighten and heart race so? Why did she have to talk herself down from a panic attack after making out with him? Why did he even care to put up with her?</span><br/><br/>All of these questions ran quickly through her mind as she stood there staring at the stack of pancakes.