A/N: So chapter seven, woo-hoo. So I watched the latest episode and I fully intend to steal some of their ideas and most likely some of the dialogue, so be forewarned. Anyway I can't wait to throw a curve ball in here sometime soon, like now!

So four weeks have passed with Patrick making numerous ventures through my window (only once to find me dancing around like a complete idiot) and lots of stolen moments in the auto shop or deserted parking lot after almost everyone else has left school. Bianca has been amazing. She hasn't threatened to tell Dad once; I think it might be because she may have a little something going on that I don't know about yet. Oh well, everyone is entitled to their secrets. Like me. I have lots of secrets these days, like the fact that I started taking birth control, not that anything has happened. It hasn't, Patrick won't allow it, and he's right I'm not ready for that yet, but I am prepared. And then there's the other secret, the one I won't even admit to myself. My feeling for Patrick. They have gotten to be a little scary. Too intense for my liking. I like control and order and what I feel is chaos. But it needn't be discussed, its not like this relationship is that serious, no one even knows about it.

Its Wednesday evening and I have managed to get out of the house under the pretense that I am back in the auto shop helping Mandela convert her car into a bio-diesel when in reality I am on a date. Patrick and I opt for my car tonight but he insists on driving since he knows where we are going. Dating him is certainly never boring and even less predictable. We fight as often as we don't, mostly about keeping thing quiet. He tries relentlessly to be affectionate around other people and is always appearing too familiar. Mandela found out what was going on after only a few days. It's a miracle that my dad hasn't walked into my room when Patrick is there. But I digress.

The car ride is pretty quiet; we just listen to some music while he drives my car toward the south side of town and down a residential street. Patrick stops the car in front of a cute two-story house, blue with pretty white shutters. Its smaller than my house but very cozy looking.

"Where are we? Is there a party here or something?" I ask, we have gone to a few parties but not too many, low profile and all that.

"No actually…this is my house."

"Oh." I'm surprised, it's been an entire month and I have never been to his house, I'm not very good at climbing through windows after all. And now I'm scared. What if his family is home? I know he lives with his aunt and younger cousin Lissa who is 5, but I have never seen them or anything. He senses my hesitation and grabs my hand before I can make a break for it.

"Hey, its okay. It's just my family; they won't hurt you I swear. I'm the cannibal remember?" He says, playfully nibbling at my fingers, which are clasped pretty tightly around his hand.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"I knew you would say that which is why I didn't tell you where we were going. We can't back out now I told Mandy and Lissa that I would bring you over for dinner and they have probably already seen us through the windows."

"Alright." I say, trying to swallow around the huge lump in my throat.

"Good." He kisses my lightly on the mouth and begins pulling me toward the door. Its unlocked and he pulls me inside. No going back now. He still has my car keys, part of the plan I think.

"Aunt Mandy, we're here." He calls down the hallway, and before I can process any of the million and one thoughts racing through my head his aunt comes out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward us.

"Mandy this is Kat."

"Hi, its nice to meet you. Patrick has told us a lot about you. You didn't tell me she was this pretty Patrick." She says smiling at him and then back at me.

"Yes I did."

Before anything else is said a little girl runs up and throws herself at Patrick, who drops my hand to catch her and pick her up. It's okay; I don't feel like running anymore.

"Hi Kat, I'm Lissa." She says by way of introduction.

"Hi Lissa."

"Patrick says that I can come with you guys next time you go bowling." Patrick sighs.

"I said that I would take you bowling sometime miss story teller." He corrects her.

"But I want Kat to come you always let me win."

"Okay well we will talk about it later." He says setting her down and continuing down to speak to her at eye level. "Now isn't there some cooking that still needs to be done?"

"Oh, yes!" She cries, "The cookies, you guys have to help us with the cookies."

"We will, but I want to show Kat my room first."

"Why?"

"Because… um…just because. Go to the kitchen noisy." She giggles and skips back down the hallway with Mandy trailing after her.

"She's cute." I manage.

"Don't let her fool you, you will be wrapped around her little finger in no time if your not careful."

He leads me upstairs and into the last room on the left. It's exactly what I imagined. Lots of band posters, random junk from the auto shop, lots of DVDs. Okay not exactly what I imagined it think as I see the bookcase in the corner. It goes to the ceiling and is so full that almost all of the shelves are stacked two deep. I walk over to it and discover that it is crammed with everything from comic books to J.K Rowling to Shakespeare. It's impressive.

"I didn't realized that you read so much." I say turning back to him.

"Yeah, my whole life." I notice that there are also several books stacked on his nigh stand and…glasses.

"You wear glasses?" I ask excitedly.

"Only to read."

"Put them on."

"No."

"Please Patrick."

"No."

"Come on, I never told anyone this but I find guys in reading glasses really sexy." I say sideling up to him and placing my hand on his chest.

"You are impossible to refuse, do you know that?"

"Yup."

He snags them off the nightstand and puts them on.

"There. Happy?" He asks. But I'm speechless; those glasses make him just about the hottest thing I have seen in my entire life. I don't answer his question instead I pull him toward me and kiss him hard, my mouth open to his in record time. I love initiating these things; he is always so quick to respond. Before I know what's happening I am pinned beneath him on his bed, not that I'm complaining. His kisses are hot and fierce so different from the careful way he treats me most of the time. I know I am not as experienced as he is and I am ecstatic to finally break through his resolve to go slow with me. He is finally giving some back. It's about time. His hand travels down my leg stopping at my knee and pulling it up to hitch around his waist. I arch into him wanting to be as close as possible. He tries to pull away, but I am not ready to let this side of him go. Who knows how long it will be before he lets this part of himself out again. I inch my fingers down his chest till I get to the hem of his t-shirt before sliding my hands underneath it and up over his smooth abs then around to his gorgeously sculpted back. His kisses are fevered and deep and his tongue is busy doing wicked things that I didn't know he was capable of when his aunt calls from downstairs.

He immediately breaks away sitting back on his knees. I sit up too not wanting to loose the moment completely and kiss him a final time before he moves off the bed and helps me get up. I'm afraid he is going to be upset. He is always in such perfect control and I just broke that all to hell. But he's not upset. Quite the opposite. We head out the door and as I pass by him he whispers in my ear.

"If that's the response I get, I am wearing my glasses non stop for the rest of my life."

"You won't have to." I say and smile before preceding him down the stairs. Nothing like a few steamy moments with your dark and sexy boyfriend to boost your confidence.

A/N: Okay, hope you enjoyed it. I didn't get to the problem part like I planned but oh well, something to look forward to I suppose. Don't worry the scene isn't finished yet; you will see the dinner and everything just give me time. As always, review if you get a second and thanks for reading.