Here's chapter 4, and hopefully 5 soon since exams are coming up and I won't have time for a little while. They finally meet... As always, ratings and reviews are definitely appreciated. :)

The sun had long set, as I found myself cuddling with John. He went in for another kiss, and I couldn't help but feel weird about it. I pulled back, as he began to deepen the kiss. I tried to be polite by pretending like I was suddenly fascinated by the movie - too bad I had just revealed that I watched 10 times already. (-_-)

He looked confused, kissing my cheek and ear, pulling me closer. Wasn't this a first date a while ago? Wasn't he a really nice guy? Wasn't the movie at his place not a way for him to just get in my pants? For the first time doubt crawled up in me. Could I really be this naïve? I got up to get some water, and he followed me into the kitchen putting his hand on my hips. I turned around and smiled, veering away politely.

"You need to watch this scene, It's really good!" I smiled, trying to be convincing.

" I think I'd rather focus on you." He said pulling me into a hug. "You want to take this into my room?"

I froze. What? How does he think that's an ok thing to say on a first date? I'm not someone he picked up; I'm a coworker and a friend! I looked up at him confused, wanting to yell, and reassessing the entire situation. Did I come off that easy?

"I don't move that fast…"I said as I recoiled. "I should probably get home, it's getting late"

"Wait no stay! We don't have to if you don't want to…"

Too late buddy. I was sufficiently grossed out. Wow, what was this, was he a douche bag all along? I was disappointed, mostly in me for my lack of ability to have foreseen this. I grabbed my coat and started buttoning it, fumbling as I did it. I guess I was a little drunker than I thought. I was planning on walking home, but wasn't exactly sure where home was…

"I'll drop you, you're tipsy." he said. Probably afraid I'd sue him or something, I thought bitterly in my drunken state.

"No, I can walk, I'm just going to walk. I need it anyways." Not entirely confident on my ability to make it home, I made my way out, defiant to his pleas to take me. Maybe I overreacted, but everything made me uncomfortable. I toppled out of his flat, and attempted to walk as straight as I could until I was out of his sight. Once I got past the curve, I grabbed onto the nearest bike rack feeling sick and dizzy. Trying to steady myself, I took a step forward and started getting dizzy again falling. Something caught me, and I looked up to see Paul staring at me. He looked beyond annoyed.

"Are you O.K? I've met you before; I'm Embry's friend?" He said pretty aggressively. "You seem tipsy I'm going to take you home"

"No, no I'm fine, I can make it" I said, sliding out of his grip and attempting to take a step. That was a mistake, I slid to the ground and sat on the concrete. "Maybe I can just take a nap here."

Paul chuckled, and caught me by surprise. It was the most adorable laugh, and he picked me up and carried me to his truck. "Yeah, I'm going to take you to your house or Embry's never going to forgive me."

I looked out the window feeling the breeze on the way home, I didn't think anymore. I felt safe. I turned around to look at the man next to me. His two scars were beautiful. They encircled his eyebrow and left cheekbone, making it look almost like a deep dimple showcasing his perfect face. His skin was golden and gorgeous, and his face looked perfectly chiseled. I guess he noticed me staring, because he looked around and smiled. Embarrassed, I quickly turned back to the window and looked out. I wanted to say something, but talking would have taken too much energy. Hmm, maybe it's best to just soak in this moment. This moment of being in a pickup truck, with a giant stranger who could easily overtake me, and feeling like nothing could ever worry me again. I felt myself drifting, lulled by the winding roads.