Since its cold outside I put a leather jacket on that Christina had made me buy. I feel like I should at least try a little bit to look nice, so I put eyeliner and mascara on and headed towards the train tracks.

Tobias was already waiting there when I arrived. He smiles and walks towards me.

"You look beautiful, Tris." He says, cupping his hand on my cheek. I blush. "It's cute when you blush like that." He says, only making me blush even more.

We hop onto the train together and sit against the wall.

"So where are you taking me on a date?" I ask.

"I'm not going to tell you that. But don't expect me to be taking you to some restaurant or something." He says.

"I wasn't expecting that, so it's good that we're on the same page." I answer flatly. I see a smile play across his lips.

When we hop off the train exactly where we got off when we had played capture the flag. Then I see the Ferris wheel, all lit up in the dark. We climb it until we reach a cart somewhere close to the middle.

"I've got to admit Eaton, this is a good idea." I say. "I'm glad you like it, Prior." He says back with a grin. I smile and lace my fingers with his.

"I'm administering the leaders training, and I saw your name on the list." He says.

I cross my arms. "I was just about to tell you that. You're stealing my fire here." I say. He laughs.

"Is the leaders training hard?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Of course there's some computers stuff involved, but I could teach you that, easy." He says.

"Isn't that cheating?" I ask. He laughs.

"No Tris, that's not cheating. You'll just be ahead of some of the others." He says.

I smile at him and he puts his arm around me. "Sometimes I think I believe everything they taught me in Abnegation," he says.

"And?" I ask. "And yet here I am with my arm around a girl I haven't married." He says.

"Ooh, scandalous." I say, rolling my eyes.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I agree with some of the things they say, and not with others." He says with a sigh.

"You said you're aptitude result was Abnegation, is that true?" I ask, hoping he'll give me a straight answer this time.

"Yes." He answers flatly.

"Then how do you know about… people like me?" I ask.

"Despite what you might think, you don't have to have more than one aptitude test result to divergent." He answers.

"I can manipulate simulations, but I only got one result." He says. I nod, taking it all in.

"But you're not a threat. They could care less if people manipulate simulations, it's the aptitude test results they're worried about." I say.

"No, I think they're worried about the simulations. Once the Erudite came and tested me in a fear simulation, because they were suspicious." He says.

"That's just a sign of divergence. They don't care if you manipulate simulations, because the only time they use them is in initiation. They care about faction loyalty and control." I say.

"Why do you have to be so smart?" He says with a laugh. I shrug and laugh too. It feels good to act like a normal teenager for once, not an initiate fighting to stay in my faction.

"So what do Dauntless think of unmarried people holding hands?" I ask, jokingly.

"Hmm…" he says. "Do what you want, just use protection." He says. I burst out laughing.

"Where did you hear that?" I ask.

"That's a direct quote from Ezekiel Pedrad himself."

"I like to find a middle ground for myself, between what I want and what I think is wise."

I raise my eyebrows. "Is that so?" I pause. "Then what do you want?" I ask. I think I know the answer, but I want to hear him say it.

He smirks and leans forward on his knees. He presses his hands to the metal support, framing my head with his arms, and kisses me, slowly, on my mouth, under my jaw, right above my collarbone.

I put my hand on his waist and his lips are on mine again. He pulls his shirt out from under my hands so that I am touching his bare skin.I come to life, pressing closer, my hands creeping up his back, sliding over his shoulders.

His breath comes faster and so does mine. I push his shirt up. A moment ago I was cold, but I don't think either of us are cold now. He pushes my jacket from my shoulders so I'm just in my tank top, pressed to his bare skin. He puts his hand around my waist, strong and certain. He tangles his free hand in my hair.

Maybe we're moving too fast. But maybe that's how it's supposed to be. Maybe that's how Dauntless is.

"It's getting harder to be wise." He whispers, his voice hot on my neck. "I think that's how it's supposed to be."

I lay in the empty train car, with my head in Tobias's lap.

"Have you told Christina about us yet?" He asks.

"I haven't seen her yet." I say.

"Good. Because I have an idea." He says, playing with my hair.

"And what's that?" I ask. "We don't tell anyone we're dating. Whoever slips first has to give the other their Dauntless cake for a month." He says.

"You're on." I say, with a grin spread across my face.

"I love you, you know." He says. I close my eyes.

"I know. I love you too." He twirls my hair around his finger.

"Why do you keep playing with my hair?" I ask.

"I don't know. Does it bother you?" He asks.

"No, I don't mind."