privateradios

A/N: This is how mean I am. I'm ending it. This is the last and final chapter of this series because seriously? There's nowhere else I can think of to go with this. Plus, I have many other ideas for these two and I want to separate it off into another story so I'm just having this be my last and final chapter of "He Confused Her". It was fun for a while but I want to take these two and move on with their lives. Expect at least for me to continue with "Hostage", put up a sequel to "Into a Grey Sky Morning" and have more little fanfics on the sides. So, if you're disappointed with this chapter then I'm sorry. This was the only way I could think of ending it and it's short, I know. Perhaps I'll continue this with a sequel but as right now, it's the last.

It should have been completely awkward, seriously, it should have been but when Lindsay Monroe had opened her eyes the next morning, she was perfectly calm. She turned her head to the left, squinted her eyes due to the sunlight streaking in through her blinds, and saw a silently sleeping Danny besides her, one arm laying above his head. Her lips curved into a small smile as she reached her hand out from under the sheets to his chest, fingers gently grazing across the hair on his chest.

She should have felt awkward, completely awkward, but she didn't.

His skin was warm to her touch and her smile widened at the feeling. She truly had wondered many nights on how it would feel to touch him the way she was now. To see him the way she saw him now and to feel how strong and gentle he was in the depths of the night.

It was all a peaceful bliss and the last thing Lindsay wanted to do was end it. But, the alarm clock sprang to life.

She quickly turned over and turned it off, Danny moving besides her as he opened his eyes and looked around curiously. Lindsay turned her head to look back over at him and without the glass covering his eyes; she had to admit that they were possibly the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Time?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes before reaching over to the nightstand where he had last placed his glasses.

"It's about eight thirty."

He moaned and turned over on his side. Lindsay smirked. "You're going to have to get up." She told him.

"I know, I know. Just don't wanna."

She laughed and rested her head on his back shoulder, her breath lingering across his neck as she kissed the flesh lightly. "You know...if we move quickly we can grab breakfast."

"…Your treat?"

Lindsay laughed again and bit down gently on his earlobe. "Fine. But you owe me dinner then."

He smirked and laced his fingers with hers. Dinner would be just fine.

FIN.