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Once Rue broke the kiss Stephen looked upon her lovingly. There was definitely something between them, he couldn't put his finger on what, but there was something there. Beneath the blanket Stephen found her hand and held it gently in his, smiling at her. He decided that he was not going to think about the morality of what they had just done- Stephen knew for a fact that he wouldn't sleep with someone unless he was either really drunk or he felt a connection, and as he was completely sober, Stephen knew he geuinely liked Rue. He kept quiet, for fear of ruining the moment, it was certainly something special.