Alex's attempts to soothe him worked like a charm, and soon his was still and calm, his breathing normal and his heart beat only up because he was still very much aroused. "Because I don't care about me. I didn't hit you because you hurt me. I didn't hit him because he hurt me. I hit him because he said mean things about you. That's why I didn't fight back my fist day, I have . . . had . . . nothing to live for." He almost regretted saying it, but he couldn't stop himself. "He wasn't lying, Alex, who else would really miss me if I suddenly didn't show up tomorrow?" He moved and gently scooped her up, placing her on the bed and lying next to her. "My own mother hasn't asked about me in years" He finished his explanation. Keith couldn't resist kissing her nose and the bridge of her nose, and her forehead.<br/><br/>A smile came back to Keith's face as he remembered that he had earned a date with the most beautiful woman in the world.