Art waited to see what Cynthia was going to do, but didn't let her get too far. He sighed against her mouth, feeling his body react to hers. After a second, he tensed and pulled away, putting some space between him and her.<br/>"Cyn, I can't. You just came back into my life with a text. I mean, I don't mind, its just that, you've been gone for so long and now its just going to fast." He dropped his head into his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just can't do this right now." Even though the fabric of his pants stretched uncomfortably across his lap. He looked over at her. "You can stay the night if you want. I'll take the couch, and you can have my bed." He said, getting up and getting a pillow and blanket from the closet, heading back toward the couch with the bedstuff under his arm.