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Here is the final chapter, just an epilogue left. At the end I have a quick question for you to answer about the epilogue. I know last chapter was Patricia's POV as well, but I thought both of these worked best for her POV. The epilogue will be in Jerome's POV. Well, thanks for reading and sticking with me through all of this!

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Patricia POV

All throughout dinner Jerome ignored me again, but it didn't bother me as much because I knew as soon as this was over we were going to talk. Dinner went slowly, but eventually it was over and we were helping clean up. I watched as Jerome walked out the door and presumably headed to his room. I waited a moment before following him.

I stood outside of his open door and took a deep breath. I was suddenly nervous. I knocked on the doorframe and stood in the doorway awkwardly. Jerome sat on his bed, leaning against the wall watching me. "Come in," he says when my eyes finally meet his. I do as he says, closing the door behind me and pausing in the middle of the room. Jerome watches me as I stand there in silence. "You can sit down Trix," he points to the open space on his bed and looks at me as if I've lost my mind. Maybe I have.

I slowly move to the bed and take a seat on the very edge of the bed by Jerome's feet. I chew on my lip nervously as I try to calm myself.

Once I'm seated and it's obvious I'm not going to talk first Jerome speaks, "You have five minutes to explain Patricia," Jerome says as I look up to meet his blue unreadable eyes.

I nod and take a second to collect my thoughts before I begin. I figure I may as well tell Jerome everything so I start at the beginning.

"It all started Friday night," I start. "We were playing Truth or Dare and Joy dared me to seduce you," I admit, starting to relax. I slide farther onto Jerome's bed and sit cross-legged, facing him as I watch his reaction.

"So it was all just a game?" Jerome asks, his voice rising slightly.

"Is this cutting into my five minutes?" I ask sassily, I know I shouldn't push my luck with Jerome, but it popped out before I had a chance to stop it.

"By all means, continue," Jerome sasses right back, with a teasing glint in his gorgeous blue eyes. For a second it feels like we've fallen into our normal route, but I know we haven't.

"Yes, on Friday night it was all a game, until I finally admitted to myself what I'd refused to believe," I continue, looking up at Jerome as I pause.

"And what was that?" Jerome prompted. I knew he was trying to understand what the bloody hell had happened this weekend and what had actually been real. The truth was, it all had been real.

"That I liked you," I answer, my eyes holding his blue ones.

"Liked?" Jerome questions, noticing the use of the past tense.

"Like," I corrected, before adding, "Actually more than like." I let the meaning hang in the air between us for a moment before continuing. "By Saturday morning everything had changed. Truth or Dare that night was real and so was Sunday. I knew that I had to call off the dare before I hurt you, but clearly I screwed that up," I trailed off, remembering the look Jerome's face when he'd found out about the dare.

Jerome takes a deep breath and looks like he's ready to say something when I hold up my hands to stop him. "I believe I still have about two minutes left," I say.

"About," Jerome nods in agreement.

"I'm sorry Jerome," I apologize. "For everything, but none of it was fake. I like you and I'm done denying it. I understand if you hate me and never want to talk to me again. I hope that's not the case but…" I shrug. "I never meant to hurt you Jerome and I really am sorry," I finish. Everything was out there not. The ball was in Jerome's court once again and there was nothing I could do but wait for his response.

Jerome is silent for a while, so long that I'm actually thinking maybe I should just get up and leave. Finally Jerome speaks. "Dammit Trix, why'd you have to go and make me feel this way" he says in exasperation, running his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly, thinking Jerome's pissed at me. I don't blame him.

"I should be pissed at you right now Trix," he says as he moved closer to me on the bed. I look at him in confusion, does that mean he's not pissed at me? "I should want you to leave," he moves closer still. "But all I really want to do is pull you close and snog you senseless," his voice drops into a husky tone as I look into his darkening blue eyes that are only inches from mine.

"What are you waiting for?" I send him a sexy smile as the butterflies in my stomach take off and my heart rate skyrockets with the anticipation of Jerome's lips on mine.

And then Jerome's lips were on mine and my hands were tangled in his hair pulling him closer. I couldn't get close enough to him and it seemed as if he felt the same way. His lips moved feverishly against mine as the passion soared between us. As Jerome's lips caressed mine he leaned back, taking me with him, until we were laying against his pillows with me on top. That didn't last for long though because seconds later Jerome was flipping us over so that my head was pressed against the pillow and he was hovering over me. I gasped in surprise and Jerome took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and the kiss became even more passionate.

Before I even realize I'm doing it, I'm pulling Jerome's shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. My hands are roaming his abs and the muscles of his back. I pull him even closer if possible, I can feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me and I can't get enough. I want Jerome, all of him. I need him.

I let out a breathy moan as Jerome's hand slips under my shirt and brushes against the smooth skin of my stomach. Instead of moving his hand farther up, Jerome pulls away until he is staring down at me with his blue eyes.

I reach up and try to pull him back down, missing the contact of him against me, but he resists. "Go out with me Friday night?" Jerome asks as he hover over me.

"Of course," I smile and try to pull his lips back to mine again. This time he lets our lips reconnect, but only for a second before he pulls back. He's teasing me and I don't like it. "Would you kiss me already?" I snap impatiently.

Jerome laughs before placing one quick kiss to my lips and pushing off of the bed. He grabs his shirt from the ground and pulls it back on. I watch in confusion. I want him to be taking off more clothes, not putting them on. I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him with a questioning look in my eyes. "Come on," Jerome says as he extends a hand out to me. I accept it and he pulls me up. I move until we're touching. I'm not giving up that easily. "Let's get out there before someone comes looking for us," Jerome says, his breath washing over my face.

"Or we could stay right here," I suggest as I stand on my tiptoes and bring my lips to Jerome's again. He doesn't resist and pulls me closer as our lips move against each other's. I start to move us backwards towards the bed and he pulls back.

"Sorry Trix, but we're going to take things slow," Jerome says, his blue eyes on mine.

"Are you sure you really want to do that?" I ask as I place my hand on his chest and walk my fingers slowly down to the waistband of his pants. I know he wants this as much as I do, after all he was just pressed against me.

"No, but that's how it's going to go. Do you have a problem with that?" Jerome asks, looking down at me.

"Yes," I answer honestly as I moved even closer to him.

He moved down as if he is going to kiss me, but stops just before his lips touch mine. "Well too bad," he says as he pulls back.

"Fine, be that way," I smile as I pull away from him. I make my way around him and towards the door. "I'm not giving up that easily," I say as I walk away from him. When I get to the door I look over my shoulder at him and send him a teasing smile, "Besides, I still have a dare to win."

Thanks for reading! I'd love to know what you think. This is the final chapter, just an epilogue left.

One quick question: When do you want the epilogue to take place? The next day? Their date on Friday? Six months later? A year later? 5 years later? 10 years later? What do you want to see? Whatever you want I will do. Also, keep in mind that the epilogue is going to be in Jerome's POV.

Thanks again!