Fate is coming, that I know.

Fate is coming, that I know. by pinklipstiiick featuring low jeans

I stood awkwardly besides Scarlet's brother, listening to him and their other sister go back and forth discussing some inside joke. I felt out of place and that was an understatement... Even Brooke seemed to fit in perfectly with the siblings, having known them for a while. It was bad enough having her introduce me to them as Scar's friend. Is that what we were? I liked Scar and whatever it was that we were doing. Sometimes it was complicating as hell not having a label for us, but it seemed to work. 

"Hey," Scar cut into the conversation, her voice a little breathy. 

"Scar!" Brooke exclaimed, always a little over the top. She pulled Scar into a hug and squeezed her tight, "You were amazing on that stage. Seriously." 

Her brother nodded in agreement, "I'm impressed, I couldn't believe that it was really you." 

"Is this supposed to be a compliments?" She raised one eyebrow as she joked, breaking into a grin a second later and looking adorable as ever. 

"You know he's bad with words," Her sister Drew winked at her, flipping her long hair back with one hand. 

I stared at Scar as the spoke, my eyes taking in her black dress and Converse first before moving up to her face. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun and she had on more makeup than I'd ever seen her in. As gorgeous as she always was, I had to admit that she was most beautiful when she had on no makeup and was wearing nothing but one of my old shirts. "What about you? Did you like the show?" She asked and bit down on her bottom lip as her cheeks blushed pink.

It took me a second to realize that she was talking to me, asking me a question about what I'd thought. I shot her a grin as we made eye contact with each other, "It wasn't bad." I shrugged just to tease her, wanting to be alone with her so I could tell her how amazing she was. 

She rolled her eyes but smirked, glancing down briefly at my hands before parting her lips right as someone called her name. She turned around while the rest of us looked at one of the other dancers, a guy who I instantly didn't like. He waved at her, not even bothering to spare the rest of us a glance, "We're going to get drunk, are you coming with us?"

He motioned around him to the rest of the dancers and Scar glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine for a second and causing a weird expression on her face to appear. I tilted my head in Brooke's direction and she glanced away instantly, only confirming what I had guessed; this was the infamous Charlie. Yep, didn't like him. "No thanks, I have other plans," She answered quietly, surprising me since I didn't know she had plans already. Or maybe it was only an excuse. 

"Uhm, I see," He replied unintelligently. "Have a nice night Scar." 

She turned away without another word and walked back over to us, her siblings talking to each other while Brooke had her phone in her hand and looked like she was sexting the new guy she was seeing, judging by that ridiculous grin on her face. "Were you talking behind my back already?" Scar asked with a silly grin, breaking into the conversation once again.

"No," Drew shook her head with a grin, nodding her head in the direction of their brother, "Me and this assclown over here were just making a little wager. He thinks the guys stuff their leotards while I think they're just naturally well endowed."

Brooke glanced up from her phone and grinned, "Please answer Scar, I'm dying to know."

"We don't all change together," She rolled her eyes but was smirking. 

"But Charlie..." Brooke trailed off and then her eyes flicked over to me as if trying to gauge my reaction. I kept my face blank, locking eyes with her until she looked back at Scar. We had pasts, I couldn't get jealous over that... but I kind of was. The crazy part though? Me and Scarlet weren't even together, at least nothing exclusive. Honestly, I didn't know what she wanted... especially after the whole threesome thing. It was obvious that Scar was upset over what had happened with Kristen, yet she never brought it up. I had the night filed away in my mental folder titled, 'things to never bring up." 

"Who's Charlie?" Tim asked. 

Brooke parted her lips while Scar cut her off with one of her glares which was more adorable than threatening, at least in my opinion. "That guy who was just talking to me," She replied.

His eyebrows shot up like he hadn't noticed Charlie and maybe he didn't, his eyes kept drifting on just about every female dancers ass since most of them were still dressed in scantily clad costumes. "Oh," He replied, losing interest on the topic of Scar's previous boyfriend, crush, whatever the hell he was.

"You have plans already?" I cut in and asked her, lifting a brow. 

She turned her head in my direction, looking surprised that I was finally talking. I wondered if she could pick up on how out of place I felt. Her brother had to know that we were sleeping together and if that wasn't bad enough, they were discussing her ex now... the same guy who was just picking up on her and trying to get her to go out. He looked fifteen and like a creep at the same time. I had no idea what she ever saw in him. "No, I don't." She paused as she shook her head, "You?" 

"I have to go back home, Ashley needs me," Her brother cut in and smirked.

She raised one eyebrow at him and looked unamused, "I wasn't talking to you." 

He just shrugged, grin still in place as he ran his hands through his hair, "Will you say bye at least or you're too deep into the conversation?" 

"I need a ride back home," Drew said out of nowhere when Scar glared at her brother. "Tim?"

"Sure." He nodded, his eyes still on his youngest sister, "Scar, are you coming with us too?" 

She shook her head, "I'm sure that Mase can give me a lift, since we're neighbors and all." 

My lips curved into a small grin as she smiled at me, "No problem Scar." 

Her brother shot me a skeptical look that I tried to ignore, but the guy looked like a Hells Angel. Glancing at Drew whose smirk was matching Brooke's, Brooke spoke up next, "I'm going with them too, Nick lives close to your sister." She hugged Scar, winking before she pulled away. We all did our greetings, me feeling awkward the whole time until we were finally alone at I felt like I could breath again. Parents rarely liked me, but siblings? I'm sure her brother disliked me for whatever reason... or wait til he finds out what I do for a living and that would be enough.

Scar moved her eyes to me again, biting her lip to conceal a gorgeous grin, "So?" 

I stared at her as she set her hands on her hips, staring back. "So what?" I retorted, smirking back at her and wondering what was on her mind. 

"I don't know, you tell me," She said as she wrinkled her nose and made a silly face which looked adorable as hell.

I reached for her hand and tangled our fingers together before bringing them up to my mouth and pressing a kiss against the back of her hand, noticing a slight blush meet her cheeks. "You were amazing," I said seriously, still not having told her what I thought yet. 

"You said I wasn't bad instead," She smiled slowly, her smile doing things to me that I couldn't even explain. The thing about us was that I was fully aware that we'd gone well past the whole friendship thing and now it felt like it was even more than the sex, but I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I'd never been shot down in my life and I had the feeling that it was exactly what Scar would do. She was talented and motivated, she didn't need someone like me holding her back from her dream. She wanted to go places and while I could give her that, my job would probably get in the way somehow.

I shrugged, leading her through the lobby of the theater where dancers were still mingling and sipping champagne. This really wasn't my scene. "It was an understatement," I grinned at her, opening the door and holding it open for her to walk through first. "You looked gorgeous up there. And graceful."

"Graceful?" She raised a brow as I sided up to her again, letting go of her hand to pull my keys from my pocket and unlock my car. 

I smirked and shrugged again, "Give me a break here, I know nothing about dancing and I'm trying to compliment you."

"Well thank you," She stopped in front of the passenger side while I cupped her chin and tilted my head down to kiss her chastely, wanting to get back to my place so we could eat and I could have her all to myself.

I broke the kiss and pulled back with a grin, "You're welcome." I opened the door for her again and watched her climb in before walking around to the drivers seat, getting in and starting the car. Before pulling away from the curb, I reached into the backseat and grabbed the bouquet of flowers. They were pink and white, I couldn't remember their name for the life of me but they were her favorite. Somewhere in the car was a post it note that had her favorite flowers listed along with a few other favorites, I quizzed Brooke earlier. "These are for you."

She took the flowers from my hands, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. She looked surprised, Brooke was beyond surprised when I asked her what kind of flowers Scar preferred. I wasn't the chocolate and flowers kind of guy. For a moment, she looked like she might start crying, making me doubt myself for a brief moment. "Oh Mase," She whispered eventually, dipping her nose into the bouquet and inhaling deeply, her eyes not moving from mine, "These are beautiful." 

My lips curved into a small smile, I did good and I knew it. "Do you like them?" I asked while she got the cutest expression on her face. 

"I love them! Thank you," She beamed at me and reached for my cheek with her free hand, cupping it as she leaned into me to kiss my lips. 

After a while yet much too soon, I pulled my head back regretfully and then pulled away from the curb, my eyes tearing away from hers but that didn't stop her from staring at me still. "You're welcome," I said simply and smirked a little. 

She adjusted her body against the seat and held the bouquet close to her chest, "I'm going to cuddle these gorgeous flowers all night." 

I broke into a laugh, shaking my head and glancing at her quickly. The gorgeous smile on her face went well with her playful tone and if I had known silly flowers would make her this happy? I'd make a point of doing it more often. "All night? And I'll get nothing instead?" I asked, my mood seeming to match hers.

"Uh, so this is your plan for the night?" She raised one eyebrow and bit her lip. "You got me flowers to get cuddles back?" 

"Maybe," I answered as my grin didn't fade but only got wider. 

"What a sneaky boy," She parted her lips, them forming a small o as she faked surprise, doubting that my plans could be so innocent. I could guarantee though that whatever I did to her tonight, she'd love it regardless. "Where are you taking me handsome?"

I lifted a brow, "Didn't you tell your brother that I was taking you home?"

I watched her from the corner of my eye, turning my head to look at her when we stopped at the light. God, she was gorgeous. "It was only an excuse to get you back to my place," She said coyly and then shot me a wink.

I smirked and shook my head, "I feel used."

"You'd be lucky if I used you..." She trailed off, shifting her body in her seat to face me. My eyes scanned her thighs as I started driving again, my hands itching to touch her smooth thighs and see what she had on under her dress. She didn't have a bra on, I could tell that for certain. 

"Yeah?" I grinned wider.

She nodded her head, "You wouldn't be complaining, that's for sure."

I dropped a hand onto her upper thigh and used my thumb to rub circles against her silky skin. "True," I agree, turning left onto a side street that lead to our complex. Driving in Los Angeles was hell, but I'd grown up here and knew all the side roads. "I thought we could go back to my place and you can relax while I make dinner."

She bit down on her lip as she stared at me, trying to hide her smirk once again, "Really?" 

I kept my eyes on the street, resisting the urge to grin at her tone and how high pitched it was. "Yes really. You ask that a little too much," I replied.

"What?" She asked back as we stopped at another red light.

I turned my head in her direction, noticing her furrowed brows. "Really?" I echoed her, widening my eyes and doing a pretty good impersonation of Scar before breaking into a grin.

She rolled her eyes, but still looked plenty amused. "Point made Mr. Kohler," She smirked at me then her face turned straight as she stared at my hand on her thigh, "I wasn't expecting it, that's all. But it sounds perfect to me," She added with a shrug, as if it was no big deal and who knew, maybe guys made dinner for her and bought her flowers all the time. I had no idea. I stopped the car in front of our apartment complex and when I didn't say anything, unbuckling my belt instead, she leaned into me to kiss my lips softly and added a smile, "Thank you Mase."

"No need to thank me," I smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear, staring into her eyes and realizing how much like a couple we were acting. I didn't normally think of that sort of thing... but right now, it was on my mind. I'd heard a million times from Brooke how I wasn't boyfriend material, maybe she was right. I pushed the thoughts out of my head, not wanting to think too much, not while I had gorgeous company with me at least. 

Her entire face lit up and my smile turned into a grin, probably one of those ridiculously wide ones she found creepy. I didn't even care though, I was rarely ever this happy. "I do instead," She said quietly and kissed me again, chastely but her lips felt so soft against mine. She pulled back with a smirk making its way onto her face, "Are we going in or do you want to sit out here all night?"

"After you," I grinned and opened my door and climbed out. I walked around the car, over to her side and waited for her to grab her bag from the floor and slip it onto her arm. 

"What will you make me?" She asked with wide eyes as she hooked her arms with mine. 

"You'll have to wait and see," I winked, leading the way inside and to the elevator. 

She watched the doors close before turning her head back to me, allowing herself to grin wide once again. "Will you wait too?" She asked, leaning a little more against my side, her tiny body fitting so perfectly against mine.

"For what?" I asked and furrowed my brows, grinning with her a second later, "What do you have in mind?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, "I need to stop at my apartment a moment to get changed." 

"Uh I should have guessed when you pressed the bottom," I smirked at her as I led the way out the elevator and straight to her apartment.

"It's not your fault, I was probably distracting you," She winked at me and opened the door, pulling away from me reluctantly to walk to her kitchen. I followed behind her and watched as she reached for a vase, filling it with water and adjusting the flowers in it. A gorgeous smile appeared on Scar's face as she admired them, making me wonder if she knew I was there or not. When she turned around, her eyes widened slightly and I knew that she hadn't noticed the way I was watching her or the silence surrounding us. "I think they'll look perfect in my room," She said eventually and bit down on her lip, looking so vulnerable and innocent when I already knew she was the exact opposite. Something about her though, she was such a mystery at times. 

"If you say so cutie," I said as I watched her closely as she moved around the apartment, my hands in the pocket of my jeans.

"I just did," She wrinkled her nose before setting the vase on her bedside table, throwing her bag on the bed and the looking content. "We can go now."

I let out a low laugh at how cute she was, "Didn't you want to get changed?"

She frowned at her dress, acting silly, "What's wrong with my dress?"

"Nothing," I said in a barely audible voice, my lips curved into a smirk and my eyes travelling up her bare legs. They went on for miles and later I wanted them draped over my shoulders while I buried myself deep inside of her.

"I thought so," She said coyly then almost threw herself at me to kiss my lips, not that I was complaining. "Are we going? I'm dying to see chef Mason in action," She smirked before pulling away, her hand still on my chest as she started for the door.

I reached for her hand to tangle her fingers with mine, pulling her back into me. "Did I already mention how gorgeous you look tonight?" I asked, my eyes leaving hers to look at her plump lips and then the black dress her body was wrapped up in. I wanted to peel it off of her and I would, only later on. 

She nodded her head slowly and her smile returned, the genuine one that made my chest feel a little bit tighter, "You did... do you plan on looking at me all night or are you going to go make me dinner?"

I laughed and shook my head, this was exactly why I liked her. She was a no nonsense kind of girl; fun and outgoing, and so damn beautiful. "Let's go woman," I walked beside her, out of her apartment and down the hall. Her tight body leaned into me as we made our way into the elevator. It was a short ride, but long enough to press kisses up and down her neck as a sneak peek for later. "So what do you feel like? I make mac and cheese perfectly." I said as we stopped on my floor and walked out of the elevator.

She wrinkled her nose as she looked at me from th corner of her eye, "I hope you're joking."

"I never joke when it comes to dinner."

She cracked a grin and shook her head, "Should I call the Chinese place across the street and order something instead?"

"I'm joking," I unlocked the door and stepped behind her as she walked into my place first, lowering my head to kiss her neck again.

A low moan escaped her parted lips, "If you keep doing that, we'll never eat!"

I smirked and pulled away, slapping her perfect ass first, "You like puttanesca, right?"

"That'd be pasta...?" She said in a tone which sounded unsure. I silently cursed Brooke for her suggestion which now seemed like a bad one.

I raised one eyebrow at her as I set my hands on my hips, "Was that a question or a statement?"

She broke into a silly chuckle and looked a little embarrassed, "I'm not sure." She admitted, "I don't think I ever had it."

"Should I make something else?" I asked quietly, heading to the kitchen and silently telling her to follow me. 

"No, I like trying new things," She shook her head and smiled as she hopped on a stool next to my kitchen island, my body turning around to open the cabinet and grab a few pans. "Plus, I'm sure there's no pasta I could possibly not like."

I tossed my head over my shoulder to smirk at her, it only getting bigger when I watched her set her  forearms on the wooden surface before resting her head on it. She looked so innocent when she was tired when in reality, she was more like a vixen. "Are you tired cutie?" I asked before hiding my face from her again in favor to fill the pot with water.

"A little," She confessed, "But I can still help if you want."

A small laugh left me as she pouted when I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, "You didn't even know what it was, I don't know if I can trust you."

"Oh well Mr Kohler, I still have hands to do something else," She protested and when I turned my head again and raised one eyebrow with a smirk on my face. Her words sounded like an offer if I'd ever had one. She bit down hard on her lip, even more tempting. "And no, I'm not offering a handjob if it's what you're thinking," She added in a playful tone. 

This time, I faked a pout, "If you're not offering me a handjob, there's no use for you in my kitchen."

"Mason!" Her mouth fell open, forming a perfect O and I couldn't help myself, grinning instantly.

I walked over to where she was and lowered my head to press my lips against hers, getting hard from a simple kiss. That's how it was with her always. It was like other girls no longer mattered, I'd rather stay in bed with her all day over going to work... Brooke's words flashed in my head like a neon sign. I was falling for Scarlet. I couldn't even remember the last time I felt half of what I felt for her when it came to anyone else. "I'm joking. Just relax and keep me company, it's all I need," I grinned at her, cupping her cheek and pressing one last kiss before my hand slipped onto the counter and I turned back around to check if the water was boiling yet. It was, so I added noodles, trying to remember the directions and wishing I would have written them down.

"You're being cute tonight..." She trailed off from behind me.

I smirked to myself, thinking of how no one else had ever told me that before. "Aren't I always?" I asked as a joke, knowing that usually I was an ass or I wanted sex.... but cute? I wasn't sure it was a word to use when describing me.

She bit down hard on her lip, watching as I poured the sauce into a pan to heat it. "Hardly," She teased me, always bringing out a side of me that no one else ever saw. 

"Uh I wonder how you'd describe me," I said quietly, sounding too lost in my cooking while I was more lost in my head. 

"Are you fishing for compliments Mase?" She grinned as she got up, walking over to me and getting my attention when her body brushed against mine on purpose while she opened the cupboard that the plates were in. "I don't want your head to explode, it'd ruin our pasta."

I kept my eyes on her and laughed before shaking my head, stirring the sauce. "At least I'd have an excuse if it was bad."

She took a deep breath and smiled, "It smells delicious, nothing to worry about." She leaned further into me to press a light kiss on the corner of my mouth before reaching for plates, forks and glasses and setting everything on the brown surface of the kitchen island. The way she knew where everything was and made herself at home? It didn't freak me out like I had originally thought it might. I liked it instead.

"Way to make me feel pressured," I turned my body in her direction, resting my ass on the kitchen counter as I watched Scar closely. Silence fell in the room and I wondered what she was thinking since she wasn't being her normal chatty self. Then again, I was probably just over thinking things. But tonight it was as if we were a little in a loss of words. When she raised an eyebrow, shooting me a questioning look, I flashed her smirk, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes," She nodded her head, gravitating closer to me once again, "And a kiss too please."

"Just one?" I set the wooden spoon down, wiping my hands off on the towel and reaching for her waist. She was so tiny, my hands clasping around her sides and pulling her into me as she nodded her head, still looking so beautiful I felt like she was taking my breath away. 

"Yes," She repeated herself and smiled up at me through her thick lashes.

I lowered my head but right before our lips met, I pulled back to grin, "One might not be enough..." 

"Shut up and kiss me already," She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine, kissing me slowly and chastely, the kind of kiss that left me wanting more. It was like one might never be enough... and the fact that I was having thoughts like that? I was in trouble. 

"Definitely not enough," I said against her lips and kissed her a second time, but longer and harder, trying not to groan when she moaned into my mouth. 

She broke the kiss and slid her hands down to my chest, "When will dinner be ready?"

"I don't think we have enough time for a quickie," I joked as she smiled back at me. "If you want to set the table, I'll be finished with the pasta in a second." 

She pulled away from me, a perfect grin on her face. "I don't know if I'm fast enough to set the table in a second," She joked but reached for the glasses and all the rest, winking at me when I grinned back at her. 

"Are you still hungry?" I asked from behind her as she set the table carefully, the mood between us easy and natural. 

"I'm starving," She said honestly, her eyes taking in the table to make sure everything was there before she turned around to find me peeking at her while stirring the pasta. "I hope you cooked enough."

I raised one eyebrow at her, giving her an amused look, "You're always so insatiable."

"Oh you know that," She let out a silly laugh and walked over to the fridge, her eyes leaving my face in favor to pick a drink. "Beer?" 

"Sure," I nodded, too focused on filling our plates to look at her. She opened the cold bottle, taking a sip as she kept her eyes on me instead. "I have glasses, you know," I grinned at her.

"Ops," She licked her top lip as she stared at me before catching the tip of her tongue between her teeth and teasing me deliberately. My eyes dropped on her mouth and I groaned, walking over to the table with plates in both hands, waiting for her to take a seat before serving her some pasta. She inhaled deeply, shifting on her chair and looking like a kid on Christmas, she was so cute. "It smells delicious."

"I did my best," I smirked at her and leaned my back against the chair, watching her as I waited for her to taste it. 

She brought a forkful to her mouth, pleasure appearing on her face and making me feel a little better about myself. "You're in trouble Mase," She said after swallowing, already taking another forkful when I shot her a puzzled look and she smirked, "If you always cook like this? I'll invite myself over a lot more."

I laughed and shook my head, "This hardly ever happens. Consider yourself lucky," I added with a wink, wanting her to know that I did this for her... because she was special to me. Only, I couldn't say that out loud without sounding like a total pussy. 

"What's the special occasion?" She asked after swallowing, leaning into the table and grinning.  

My eyes flicked down to her breasts, noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her dress. I swear, she did things like that just to drive me crazy. And it worked. "Your show," I replied and smiled. "I know how much you've been stressing over the show...  I thought it'd be nice to make you dinner for once," I shrugged nonchalantly, playing it off as if it were nothing. But my smile? It was still in place. 

"What a gentleman," She smiled back at me while using her fork to play with the noodles on her plate. "Thank you Mase."

"You're welcome," I grinned, dropping my eyes down to her lips. "I didn't make anything for dessert though."
"I can take care of that," She shot me one of her infamous coy looks, the kind that had my dick twitching. 

"I thought you might," I bit into the pasta, surprisingly it was good. Swallowing it with silence filling the room, I grinned at her again, "What are you going to make me for dinner tomorrow?"
"I don't remember inviting you over," She smirked back at me, taking a sip of beer and never moving her eyes from mine. It was like she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

I furrowed my brows, "Is it a no?"

"Do you have a show tomorrow that I'm not aware of?" She asked as she kept joking with me, always playful and fun. That was one of the things I liked most about her: her personality. I honestly couldn't say that about most of the women I met.

I swallowed another bite of pasta then shook my head, grinning, "No." I  paused, studying her cute expression and focusing on the fake pout on her face, "And don't give me that disappointed look."

At that she looked like she might giggle, taking her last bite of pasta and looking content, "That's too bad, you'd look good in a tutu."

I raised one eyebrow at her, not amused but still smirking, "Don't even start."

"Fine." She sighed and raised one hand in mock surrender, "I'll think about what I'll make you for dinner tomorrow. But don't expect me to get you flowers."

My smirk turned into a smile as I nodded my head, "Sounds good to me, but under one condition."

"If I'm cooking, it should be me making the rules," She scooted her chair back and made her way over to where I was sitting, plopping her petite body down on my lap and letting me wrap an arm around her waist. "But I'm curious to hear your condition."

"You'll stay the night at my place," I replied, wanting her in my bed since things hadn't been the same since that night with Kristen. They weren't bad, but it was different. We were acting different... okay, Scar was. 

She pursed her lips and then lifted a brow at me, "Tonight or tomorrow?"

"If it's my choice? Both," I grinned, squeezing her hip. 

"If you're lucky you mean," She gave me a devious look that had me grinning wider at her, her personality always shining through and making me feel like I wasn't such an idiot with this whole feelings thing. I liked her and when she was herself, it all made sense to me.

I tilted my head to nip at her neck, "I usually am. You'd know that if you spent more time with me."

She tangled her fingers with my hair, keeping my head in place as the room filled with silence. "I already know you're lucky," She said softly eventually, playing with my hair while I enjoyed having her in my arms.

I tilted my head back just so slightly to look up at her with an eyebrow raised, my hand clutching her tiny waist to keep her in place as the other dropped on her smooth thigh. "Is it a no?" I asked in a teasing tone but really meaning it, curiosity always getting the best of me.

"You're a busy man, are you sure to have time for me too?" She asked back as she smiled down at me to let me know that she was in the same mood as me, whatever it was.

I hid my face from her again, this time my lips trailed down her chest before moving to a side and kissing the top of her breast. As if it wasn't hard enough to carry this conversation. "Not as busy as you think," I retorted in a low voice that made her shiver.

"Maybe I'm overrating you," She joked and I pulled my head back regretfully, staring at her with a blank look on my face, not wanting to give my emotions away. She bit down on her lip and moved a hand on my cheek, running her palm across my palm, "I love spending time with you," She admitted eventually.

"I know," I grinned, making light of the heavy moment and grabbing her hand before biting her palm gently to get a smile out of her. She was gorgeous always, but when she smiled? She wasn't anything less than breathtaking. 

She sighed and shook her head, that smile not leaving her face or even faltering, "You're so cocky. Remind me why I hang out with you again?"

"I've been wondering the same thing," I joked back and shifted her body on mine, standing up when I had a good grasp on her and her legs wrapped around my body. 

"Have you come up with a conclusion yet?" She lifted an eyebrow as her smile turned into a wide grin, her whole face lighting up.

I laughed, "I think it's because you have a crush on me."

Her lips parted but she didn't say anything, keeping her intense gaze on me while I flicked the kitchens lights off. "Where are you taking me, Mr. Kohler?" She asked instead and pressed her chest against mine.

"To my bed," I replied honestly, ready to get her out of that tempting dress.

"I'm not tired," She said with a pout.

I shook my head and kicked my bedroom door open with a foot, "I never said anything about going to sleep."