Hey guys! Don't kill me but this chapter is really short and also just kind of a filler chapter... :( But! It IS foreshadowing something... Important ;) So pay attention hehe. I promise next chapter things will really start to stir. Sorry if you're getting impatient and bored. :( Bare with me?

Disclaimer: I own none of the following people named in this story. They are simply characters. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot.

"I don't want just anybody. No, I don't want anybody. Saying 'you belong to me, you belong to me'..." - You Belong To Me, Elvis Costello.

Chapter Four

Nick

I was drumming my fingers mindlessly on my steering wheel, somehow keeping up with the beat of the song that was playing lightly from my radio. It had been a long week at work and I'd only seen Miley a couple times, each of them only for about an hour or so.

Ah, Miley… I found myself blushing just at the thought of her name. I don't know what it is about her that does this to me, but I feel like a blubbering school girl every time she's mentioned. We'd been dating officially now for a few weeks and she told me she was ready to have me over at her place, which was where I was headed now.

As I made another left, following the same directions she'd given me the night of our first date, I found myself wondering how it was that here was the girl whose toe I crushed in Starbucks, preparing dinner for me as I drove to her house for a romantic night.

Romantic night. That sounded so lame. I'm telling you, she makes me do things I never would've dreamed of.

After what seems like an eternity, I'm finally pulling into a parking spot in front of her building. I quickly turn the car off and do a quick run through of the check list in my head to make sure I have everything.

The flowers I bought her, check.

Bottle of wine, check.

Car keys, check.

Condoms, che—

Wait, why do I have condoms? I mentally slapped myself. If she sees these in my wallet, she's going to think I'm trying something. We'd agreed to take it slow.

Although…

Better safe than sorry, right? One condom.

I tuck it into the deepest pocket of my wallet and then slip my wallet into the pocket of my jacket before climbing out of the car and making my way inside.

"So." Miley stated.

I was seated on her couch with my feet up on her coffee table, her head resting in my lap as she took up the rest of the couch.

"So." I repeated with a smile, letting my fingers glide through her hair.

"Tell me about your week." She said with a cute grin, watching my face closely.

I felt myself smile as well and twirled some strands between my fingers, "It was boring. Signed some contracts, drew some sketches."

"How's the Klarman building coming?" She questioned as she sat up, re-adjusting her position so she was now sitting on my lap, facing me, with her legs on both sides of my thighs.

The Klarman building. I let out a sigh.

Michael Klarman was a big time Italian shoe designer who was now wanting to expand his boundaries into the US, starting with New York.

And he'd asked me to design his agency building.

Needless to say, it was probably the most important design of my career which obviously equaled the most stressful. I tried not to think about it when it wasn't completely necessary.

"It's coming." I finally answered.

"Baby, relax." She said to me in that soft voice of hers, her hands trailing up to my shoulders and starting to rub circles against them, slowly.

I let my eyes close as I relaxed into her touch. After a few moments of silence, I finally spoke up, "Let's talk about something else. Anything exciting going on with you?"

"Hm…" Her hands continued making magic on my shoulders as she contorted her face into a look of thoughtfulness, "You know Selena? Brunette girl who works with me?" She waited for my nod before continuing, "She has this friend… Demi, I think her name is. Anyway, she's coming into town next week and Selena asked Taylor and I to let her stay with us since she lives in a basement and her land lords don't let her have guests." She explained this all in one breath and inhaled deeply once she was done.

I chuckled and leaned in towards her, letting my lips fall against her upper jaw line, "That's nice of you guys. To take her in for Selena." I murmured against her skin and felt a shiver run up her spine, causing an arrogant smirk to flash across my face. What? I loved having that effect on her. "I used to know someone named Demi." I said randomly as I pulled my face back, "In college."

"Used to know" wasn't exactly the words I would use to describe the relationship I had with the girl I'd spent most of my early 20's with, but Miley didn't need to know that.

Miley smiled at me and let her hands fall from my shoulders to my chest, "Cool." She said about my seemingly unimportant detail and moved her face closer to mine, letting her lips brush against mine, "So basically that means I'll be busy next week, being a nice hostess and stuff."

"Mm, you? A nice hostess? You'll have her running the moment she sees all that hoarding of old newspaper clippings you have hanging in your entrance." I teased, "She'll think you're trying to keep up with an old murder."

Miley shrieked and slapped her hand across my chest, quickly rubbing to soothe it when she saw my wince.

"I can't believe you just said that!" She said in mock-hurt even though she was giggling, "Those are precious and very important to me. They were written by some of my favorite journalists. Plus, you're not one to talk! You have sketches from the 1700's in every compartment of your car! And to think—"

I rolled my eyes and quickly captured her lips between mine to shut her up, smiling when she immediately reciprocated and kissed back eagerly.

I let my hands wander around her waist as I pulled her closer, even though her body was already meshed against mine. This kiss wasn't like the ones we've had before, in my car or in front of her building. Those were modest and fleeting. No, this kiss was slow and deep; starting off gentle but slowly becoming hotter as the seconds ticked by.

Her mouth opened against mine and I promptly took advantage of the access, letting my tongue slide inside.

She seemed surprised for a flash of a second, at the new intruder in her mouth; but quickly responded by sliding her own tongue against mine. It was easy, the way our mouths moved in such sync, knowing exactly how to fit perfectly with the other.

After what felt like years but was probably only about 30 seconds, she pulled back, panting slightly to try and collect some air. I licked my lips, loving the taste she left on them for me. As she stared into my eyes silently, I moved in to capture her lips again but she tilted her head upwards, causing my mouth to fall against the flesh of her neck. Hey, I could do this, too…

I started planting soft, open mouthed kisses along her neck, moving downwards slowly towards her collar bone. It took a few seconds, but she finally granted me a small moan, escaping from her lips. It was the slightest sound ever, but it turned me on more than anything. I let my kisses grow rougher against her collar bone, nipping and licking the skin there.

"Nick…" She whimpered out so softly, that I doubted I even heard it.

I let my lips play her skin for a few more seconds before pulling back, now gasping slightly as well, "T… Taking things slow." I reminded her softly.

She shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. It was silent for a moment, the only sound being that of both our ragged breathing. Finally, she nodded and opened her sky blue's eyes, letting them meet my own eyes, "Taking things slow."

Again, sorry this is short. :( But... did you pick up on the little hints I dropped on what's to come? ;) If you did... Congrats. Haha.

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